#limone the human

[dol-dee]

Limone the Human

Name: Limone Flores (Lee-moh-neh) Age: Old Enough Species: HUMAN! :) Plant Person Pronouns: They/Them Height: 153cm “I was voted most boring human at my school!”

Limone is a human! One of the most normal ones around, they will assure you. Please ignore their yellowish complexion, vibrant green hair and leaf ‘accessory’. Those are just fashion statements. Well. Not the skin, that's just how they were born! They’d appreciate it if you didn’t make fun of it.

Fun facts:

They're a plant person but not quite. Some misplaced humanity but not enough to count as human. Limone might be doomed to a miserable and lonely existence.

Limone can morph and freely change their body (with some exceptions). Their regular "standard" appearance is that of a short stack. They purposefully keep more humanoid features (like blunt teeth and a shorter tongue)

Very hedonistic, will often do "whatevers easiest"

Lacks Object permanence (this extends towards people)

They're very used to leaving and being left. They don't really register it and will move on easily. (If you ghost them, that is.)

Is a quasi divorcee and was (technically is) married to a priest

Limone vacillates between extreme emotional states (boredom, depression, apathy & extreme euphoria and giddiness).

They regularly squish their own undesirable memories/sensations or Inflict Emotional Amnesia onto themself, with some quick n easy DIY lobotomy.

Even though their memories dont remain in the waking world, they occasionally return as nightmares. Haunting their subconscious mind.

Quick to self harm. Its the easiest outlet they have, whenever they don't understand or are unable to deal with emotional turmoil . To be fair. it doesnt matter much. they regenerate quickly.

Their tendency to hyperfixate on people has let to many an accidental love bombing. Its a little like the sun decided to shine its warmest, most pleasant ray on you. It gets cold quick if or when they they lose interest and move on.

They keep a personal Encyclopedia on the people that they get hyper invested in. It looks like something a stalker would make. ...only they aren't a stalker. They just hyperfixate on people and don't see anything wrong with their little hobby. It includes tame stuff, like, extensive doodles, the persons fashion, color, scent, favorite hobbies/media and food preferences. All the way down to what that persons blood, cum, or tears taste like and which one they like best.

They've never actually gone to school

Friends(?) with Harper, they sell their nectar to her on the side for quick cash and keep a variety of part time jobs until they grow bored of them. Harper is equal parts fascinated and annoyed with Limone since none of her experiments seem to work on them. (Yes. Limone unconsciously contributes to the corruption of the town)

The first fully lucid human they interacted with was Eden. She quickly regretted kidnapping Limone.

[eyelexie]

enamored with @dol-dee ‘s Limone the normal human person 🤍

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

Have things changed that much?

Limone belongs to @dol-dee

Luci belongs to me!

[dk-thrive]

I am sorry I have been so reckless with your life.

Staring at the tree for a long time now, I am reminded of the righteousness I had before the scorch of time. I miss who I was. I miss who we all were, before we were this: half-alive to the brightening sky, half-dead already. I place my hand on the unscarred bark that is cool and unsullied, and because I cannot apologize to the tree, to my own self I say, I am sorry. I am sorry I have been so reckless with your life.

— Ada Limón, from "Salvage", The Hurting Kind (Milkweed Editions, May 10 2022)

[m0rb1dspade]

She likes the Human Centipede movies

dumb thing i did like a year ago and didnt post

[infinites-chaser]

Ada Limón, "In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa."

“Writing this poem was one of the greatest honors of my life, but also one of the most difficult tasks I’ve ever been assigned,” Limón told NASA, putting it lightly. “Eventually, what made the poem come together was realizing that in pointing toward other planets, stars and moons, we are also recognizing the enormous gift that is our planet Earth. To point outward is also to point inward.”

("In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa" was written for the Europa Clipper space mission and will be engraved on the spacecraft journeying to explore the moon Europa in Jupiter’s orbit. )

[jojolimons]

lol i only have like 1 drawing that i feel like sharing in my introduction post to my anatomical drawing class

[itscolossal]

Jason Limon Gets to the Heart of Human Emotion in His Soul-Stirring Skeleton Paintings

[scuderiaspringsteen]

— on metamorphosis and mutation

i. @/silvery-stars, a quiz in philosophy | ii. ria tagulinao, this f1 driver cut his socks to become world champion | iii. ada limon, salvage | iv. richard siken, portrait of fryderyk in shifting light | v. emily st. john mandel, station eleven | vi. @/dream-roth, it will never be a lamb again | vii. national human genome research institute definition of evolution | viii. comment on sportskeeda f1 facebook post

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Scripted Bracket — Round 5

Propaganda

Mabel Martin (Mabel):

the girl half-burning!!! the bitch queen of hell!!! dead girl walking!!! rot-hearted girl!!!! consort to king anna limon!!!! lesbian icon!!!!

Who is doing it like Mabel Martin? No one. She's a lesbian. She is the lamb, and the knife. She is so loved that god herself tore a hole between worlds to find her again. She tore out her own veins to bargain with the house that holds her. She is the girl half-burning, she kept a bullet that came out of her (it was hers. she birthed it), she is the Labyrinth. And she is the Minotaur.

a vote for Mabel is a vote for insane codependent lesbians everywhere 👍 also for women with large noses (the hottest of women)

Hera (Wolf 359):

I don't care if she's an AI with no physical form, she is HOT

my digital wife <3

oh it's always "i want a hot computergirl with poor cable management to glitch on my shit" and "i want to fuck her until she bluescreens" on this website until it's time to put your money where your mouth is. i have a post about usb penetration with tens of thousands of notes. i see the things you all say. you have a hot computergirl in front of you and this is how you all repay her? you would abandon her? prove yourselves as the computer sex website; vote for hera NOW!!!

"everyone voting Hera in this round is doing it strictly because she is an AI" WRONG. INCORRECT. everyone voting for hera is doing it because she's funny and thoughtful and passionate and wears her heart on her sleeve despite all of the times people have let her down. because she's anti-authority, and that's sexy. it's sexy that she's an AI because the way she navigates being a woman in that context is inherently transgender, and THAT'S sexy, but on its own? not even like, top five most relevant things about her. self-determination? that's sexy.

VOTE FOR HERA. i'm not done. i've made the case that she would want this more, and that's true, but you should also want her. the propaganda says she doesn't have a physical form - in one sense, that's true, but she DOES have an internal self-image and the desire for physicality. most of the physical sensations she's experienced so far have been painful - think of what you could do for her. she has human desire without the means to act on it. she's the most touch starved anyone has ever been. making love to someone who can't be touched by conventional means IS inherently sexy and it IS a win for disabled trans women everywhere.

she's passionate and kind of emotionally unstable and fiercely loyal - "officer eiffel? he's your deadman's switch. if you let him die, or if you do anything that doesn't fall under the category of do no harm, i will go off. i will rain acid on your ass. i will crank the temperature in the room so high that your skin will crack, and bubble, and burn. i will vent you into space through a hole the size of a quarter. and if i am feeling very, very generous, i won't do all those things slowly." like come on!! what more do you want!!

VOTE FOR HERA. my final, last-minute appeal: her character arc is fundamentally about identity, autonomy, and being seen the way she wants to be seen. the way she navigates her identity as a woman in this context is inherently transgender, and that IS sexy. she's funny, she's passionate, she's sweet, she's been let down repeatedly by almost everyone she's ever met and she still opens her heart to people because she so badly craves connection. she's frustrated, touch starved, and pent up, and was initially rejected from service because of her impulsive, emotional, unorthodox way of thinking. i have so much more i could say on her behalf, but this IS a contest of sex appeal. thinking outside the box, breaking rules, and reaching beyond the limitations of her own form is so central to who she is. hera could come up with freak shit beyond the comprehension of the average person, and she IS enthusiastic enough to make it work.

Art of Mabel from @kayleerowena.

[dol-dee]

More doodles of my totally normal, extremely boring and regular human dol pc/npc Limone

Their Intro Post

[anthropoetics]

THE END OF POETRY BY ADA LIMON SWEEEPPPPP

"enough i am human enough i am alone and i am desperate" "i am asking you to touch me" okayyyyy okay okay im normal

oh my!!!! every ada limón poem under the sun is absolutely earth shattering and lifechanging to me!

[ask-the-strange-boy]

"way too old" huh?

OLD🫵

OLD AHH MF SPOTTED

Ozzy proceeds to zip Limon mouth with an annoyed grin.

“Now now~ how about you zip that little mouth of yours?”

“I admit, in the human years, I am quite old but I will have you know that in my race, I am but a young lad! Not my fault you humans age oh so fast!”

[dk-thrive]

--we're small and flawed, but I want to be who I am, going where I'm going, all over again.

— Ada Limón, from "The Problem with Travel" in Bright Dead Things. (Milkweed Editions, 2015) (via Regina Rosenfeld)

[justaghostingon]

When History Forgets, I Will Remember

There are few true humans left in the galaxy. Askeladd would know, his mother was one of them.

While helping a young Thorfinn with his homework, Askeladd reflects on the nature of history.

There is no greater struggle in life than the task of helping with homework. Wrestling with a kid for hours to grasp the concept of a topic sentence; racking your brain to remember math you've long since forgotten; staying up late to help a kid glue a diarama together for a science fair they were absolutly going to lose; it was enough to make a person to take a short walk into the void of space.

Askeladd was half considering just locking the next person they needed tortured in a room with Thorfinn before a big math test for a few hours, and seeing how long it took for them to crack. The only thing holding him back from enacting his plan was that Thorfinn would probably refuse to let the prisoner help out of spite and then Askeladd would be stuck dealing with the fallout.

"Alright what's it today," Askeladd clapped his hands, looking down at the scowling face of his youngest crew member. "Need me to hold your hand through basic addition?" He laughed at his own joke.

Thorfinn's face tightened like he'd been sucking a limon, but he managed to grunt out, "History test."

Huh. It must be more serious than Askeladd thought. Usually Thorfinn put up way more of a fight before accepting Askeladd's help. A better man would stop teasing the boy and get straight to work.

But Askeladd was not a better man.

"What's this? Thorfinn is struggling with history? After deliberately ignoring me every time I tried to teach it to him? It's almost like he's experiencing consequences to his actions!"

"Shut up! Your teaching is shit. Nothing you talk about comes up on tests."

"Well that's just rude." Askeladd sighed. "Makes me wonder why I put in all the effort. Maybe you should go run to Bjorn instead."

"Maybe I will!" Thorfinn snapped back, jumping to his feet. This effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that he was not much taller than when he'd been sitting down. Ever the scrawny runt.

Askeladd raised an eyebrow and waited. They both knew Thorfinn wasn't going anywhere. Not for history.

Askeladd had not, initally, helped Thorfinn with his homework. In fact when Thorfinn was first enrolled in school, as per the laws of the Galactic empire, he'd hoped it's uncompromising schedule would keep Thorfinn off of his ship. Missing the first and last part of the year to join the summer raiding party wouldn't go over with any school, and they'd doubtlessly insisted he stay on Planet Gorm. He'd be free one murder happy kitten getting underfoot, and Thorfinn would be trapped in Gorm's School system learning his ABCs. Or so he thought.

But being the nephew of the leader of an entire planet had its downsides. Namely that certain kissup teachers and staff might decide to adjust Thorfinn's schedule so he could spend his time in the late spring and early fall online, and transition to in-person in the winter months when the crew rested in the village. Anything for the kid Askeladd was enrolling.

Sometimes he was just too popular.

The result of this had been Thorfinn going to school on the ship. Which meant when he'd had problems with said school work on the ship, there was nowhere to go to avoid the tantrums that would follow. It didn't help that Thorfinn was far to stubborn, keeping at a problem he didn't understand while letting out frustrated yells long into the night.

Eventually in the interest of his crew's functionality, he'd had to step in and try to tutor the kid. It had been an uphill battle, but after four years, Askeladd had to admit he was a little proud.

Of himself. For surviving it.

"What time period is the test over?" Askeladd asked after Thorfinn calmed down.

"First Space Age." Thorfinn grunted.

"That's not hard," Askeladd said, flipping open the review sheet, "Everyone knows about the First Space Age." Or thought they did. Funny how much propaganda the Danes could shove into their history classes. Anything to justify their betrayal.

"Here's an easy one." Askeladd's finger stopped on a line. "What does DANE stand for in the DANE Project?"

"Durability, Agility, and Neuroility Evolution Project."

"Neurological Evolution Project." Askeladd corrected. "And do you know why they chose to use this term for our empire even to this day?"

His mother had told him it was because the scientist who first created the DANEs was Danish himself, and wanted the project's name to reflect his homeland. But that detail, along with the entire planet it hailed from, was long destroyed. No one bothered to remember the names of the insignificant countries on the long forgotten planet of Earth.

As if to prove his point, Thorfinn answered, "because they were the first to go to space," with a roll of his eyes. Not a thought to the world that came before. "Can we move on now?"

"Maybe if you could get the answer right." Askeladd said. Technically, it was good enough for a test, but Askeladd was overcome with a longing to speak the truth, forgotten though it was. That someone might hear and remember it. "DANEs weren't the first to go to space. Humans were. DANEs were only the first synthetics sent out to explore the galaxy."

A foolish move. Creating a race of beings stronger than them and then sending them out to explore, believing they'd remain loyal. Oh how his ancestors had paid for that naivety.

Thorfinn looked unimpressed. "Humans don't count. They didn't colonize the planets. And they're not around anymore besides. The DANEs were the real ones who conquered the galaxy for our use."

There was pride in Thorfinn's voice, back straight, synthetic eyes shining and far to detailed to be anything but unnerving to look into. You'd never tell he wasn't human. Not really. But then again, in this age who was? In this vast universe, only a handful of true humans remained.

Askeladd would know. His mother was one.

"Wrong again," he crowed, feeling petty. "The terraformers went first. You'd know them as the people of the Anglo and Saxon systems. They made the galaxy livable for all lifeforms. the Dane may have found the new locations, but it was they who made those locations livable."

Their alliance had not been long. Soon the DANEs would covet the land the terraformers had created and turn on their kin, synthetic vs synthetic, seeking their wealth for themselves. But it still lasted long enough to colonize the galaxy.

Long enough to turn on the humans.

"That's not what the textbook says," Thorfinn frowned, looking from his review sheet to his open history book. "It just talks about how DANE strength led to our victory over the galaxy."

"Textbooks aren't always right," Askeladd placed a hand on Thorfinn's shoulder. "You've got to learn to read between the lines of propaganda."

He doubted even textbooks in the Anglo or Saxon systems would reference the war against humanity, where the created turned on their creator. To much bloodshed for a people group that identified themselves as humble followers of the Gentle Shepherd God.

No, it was only the humans who remembered, the last survivors of the slaughter, eeking out a living atop the backs of the Great Space Whales who were their only shelter. They'd made it work, even raising kingdoms upon the different whale's backs. But the great works of science and art they'd accomplished were far behind them.

Only record keepers like his mother remembered them, spending their whole lives devoted to learning one important piece of the old knowledge so that it might be passed on. Living time capsules, each and every one of them.

Not that knowledge of Earth's legends did his mother any good while enslaved.

"I'm being tested on the textbook, not what's between the lines," Thorfinn said, breaking Askeladd from his thoughts. "I don't need to know what it's not saying. I just need to pass."

Typical Danish answer. Askeladd's upper lip curled into a sneer. Keeping himself blind to the truth, content to live believing himself a superior being, when he was only the descendant of a lab experiment that turned on its makers. Just the same as the rest of the Vikings, whose synthetic hearts longed only for destruction. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered.

"It's important you brat. You need to be able to think! To know when they're manipulating you!"

"Whatever." Thorfinn rolled his eyes, looking away from Askeladd. In a quieter voice he said. "It won't change anything anyways."

Those words froze Askeladd in place, pulling him back to cold garages and stables filled with exotic creatures but never enough food, and most of all his mother's voice, still reciting to him the truth she guarded, even when her mind was long gone.

Hadn't he thought the same, when she told him the truth of this universe? That the last humans escaped earth on the grand ship Artorius. How they built synthetics in their image with a technology so advanced they were indistinguishable from people, and how they were betrayed. A truth erased by history. One no one but his mother and her people bothered to remember.

It did them no good, knowing these things. His mother's status as a true human did not save her from the cold, if anything it made her more vulnerable. No one was coming to save them as the great ship Artorius saved the last of humanity. It was only him, a misshapen, half human, half synthetic atrocity left to defend them both.

Knowing changed nothing, and yet when his mother passed he kept her words alive in his mind. Telling her stories to himself over and over again in the dead of night for fear he'd forget them. Even as he led a very band of the DANEs he hated, as he watched with indifference of the synthetic on synthetic violence they waged (but not against humans, never against humans, not as long as he was captain).

A hopeless legacy, a pointless endeavor. And yet all he had left of his only true parent.

"So cynical," Askeladd clicked his tongue at Thorfinn. "I take it this means you're forfeiting our next duel? Since your loss is predetermined after all."

"What? NO!" Thorfinn wipped his head back to turn his burning glare at Askeladd. "I'll kill you this time! Don't you dare back out!"

"No ten year old is ever going to beat a grown man in a duel." Askeladd sniffs. "But if you really still want it, you'd better stop your yapping and start listening. Failing your test will lower your grades after all, and then you won't get your fight."

"Nuh-uh!" Thorfinn snapped, turning back to his review sheet with new zeal. "I'm getting that duel, just you watch!" Pulling at his text book, he began frantically flipping the pages to find the answers.

"Kids," Askeladd laughed to himself as he watched. So easy to motivate. But at least it looked like Thorfinn had it under control now. Askeladd was free to leave.

It had been a while since he recited his mother's stories, he thought as he turned towards his captain's quarters. He should do it again now he had a space all to himself.

And maybe, one day, he'd tell them to Thorfinn. The boy already carried one hopeless legacy on his back, what was one more?

[solosergiohd]

Solo Sergio Battle Royale: 1992/2002/2012/2022

Rosters

Class Of 2022:

Sergio Limon Ponce

1992:

Kirby

Meta Knight

Aladdin

Jasmine

Jafar

Batman

The Joker

Cyclops

Wolverine

Magneto

Sonic

Tails

Sailor Moon

Scorpion

Sub Zero

Terry Bogard

Mai Shiranui

Tekkaman Blade

2002:

Sora

Stitch

Gantu

Ratchet & Clank

Kim Possible

Shego

Dr. Drakken

Numbuh 1

Father

Jimmy Neutron

Shantae

Sly Cooper

Carmelita Fox

Rikochet

The Hacker (CyberChase)

Fox McCloud

Krystal

Sceptile

Blaziken

Swampert

Gardevoir

Absol

Ty The Tasmanian Tiger

Spyro

Samus Aran

Meta Ridley

Dark Samus

Naruto Uzumaki

Saskue Uchiha

Sakura Haruno

Kakashi Hatake

Rock Lee

Toon Link

Spider-Man

Mega Man EXE

Roy (Fire Emblem)

Kos-Mos

Kid Muscle

Blinx

Parappa The Rapper

Bomberman

Pac-Man

Starfy

2012:

Wreck-it Ralph

Fix-it Felix Jr.

Korra

Amon

Dipper Pines/Mabel Pines

Stan Pines

Bill Cipher

Jack Frost

Leonardo

Donatello

Raphael

Michelangelo

Shredder

Merida

Pit

Dark Pit

Lucina

Chrom

Mavis Dracula

Jotaro Kujo

Dio

Kat (Gravity Rush)

Tree Rex

Bouncer

Filia

Ms. Fortune

Valentine

Maxwell (Scribblenauts)

Randy Cunningham

Zoe Trent

Chiaki Nanami

Kirito/Asuna Yuuki

Juliet Sterling

Dillon

Nightmare (Soul Calibur 5)

Ruby Rose

Yang Xiao Long

Weiss Schnee

Blake Belladonna

Asura

2022:

Mr. Wolf

Diane Foxington

Pibby

Cuphead

Mugman

Ms. Chalice

The Devil

Meilin Lee

Charlie & Pim

Puss In Boots

Kitty Softpaws

Death Wolf

Meowscarada

Skeledirge

Quaquaval

Buzz Lightyear

Emperor Zurg

Krypto The Superdog

Edge (Mario + Rabbids Sparks of Hope)

Sash Lilac

Carol Tea

Milla Basset

Loid Forger

Yor Forger & Anya Forger

Klonoa

Audery Drew & Bendy

Gretel Grant-Gomez

Noah/Mio (Xenoblade Chronicles 3)

Crypto (Destroy All Humans! 2 Reprobed)

Denji

Kao The Kangaroo

Reindog

Gorogong

Thundatross

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Lardon Demon

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