#miss galatea

[twistedtriptych]

[Hello! This blog has been on hiatus for a some time while I focused on schoolwork, but I am now on summer break. Expect more updates soon!]

[doomedlightningshard]

Let us return for a moment to Lady Lovelace's objection, which stated that the machine can only do what we tell it to do. One could say that a man can 'inject' an idea into the machine, and that it will respond to a certain extent and then drop into quiescence, like a piano string struck by a hammer.

Turing, Alan M. (1950). "Computing machinery and intelligence." Mind 59 (October): 433-60. (Moren belongs to @azure-dragonsinger)

[sofipitch]

I was reading a collection of Māori myth retellings (Pūrākau: Māori Myths Retold by Māori Writers) and there I read the myth of the creation of the first woman, Hine-nui-te-pō, which was very similar to John and Alecto's story. She was molded from the earth/dirt by the god Tane, and she was his wife until she ran away, ashamed because he was her father and husband, and became a goddess of darkness and death/underworld. Here's a link to a very short summary of the myth. The way the book presented the creation myth was the standard, men longed for company/sex, but she does seem to be a fairly important and powerful goddess (killed the hero Maui) which differs from John's comparison of Alecto to other women who were created in stories

[unreadpoppy]

Saw this in @dark-and-kawaii 's blog and I really like these charts so I wanted to do one for Gal and Minthara

it was doing this that I remembered how much older and shorter Minthara is kkkkkkkk

blank chart under the cut for those who want to do it

[randomnameless]

Re about Faerghus and growing stuff :

We have the Nordsalat, being described as :

A magical vegetable that grows in frigid, unyielding environments. Cook into a dish that boosts charm.

In the JP version though, it's "magically" bred to grow in cold regions - so bar reigniting another round of "FoDlAn Is BaCkWaRdS" bcs even if no canons they can use magic to make things grow up in the tundra - this made me think of the AG mention, where apparently some members of the CoS are going to Galatea at the invitation of the count :

Recently, several of the church's scholars headed to Galatea territory, I believe at the invitation of the count. Galatea's evidently an impoverished place, devoid of anything but wild wastes. I guess they're working on some kind of reclamation project. In any event, I'm glad that both us and them are gonna be helping the people of the Kingdom.

Could it be that the "reclamation project" they're working on is sharing the, idk, "magic formula" to make nordsalat grow in Galatea?

The jp text for tomatoes mentions how it can only grow in greenhouses in the Monastery, and we know GM's greenhouse is somehow, powered bymagic. So maybe the CoS members are trying to teach to the Galatea peeps how to make magical greenhouses, or use magic to make plants grow?

Tl;Dr : Church BaD because they didn't share their magic(tech?) that make vegetables grow in poor soils and only do so when they are invited to :(

[haxo-wolfie]

some more claymore memes!! more below the cut

[meowmeowmessi]

[fangirl39]

[raincoonparade]

Galatea

Since MD and Allister like to rant, talk and explain things... I gave them the task to tell you about a little project I'm working on! I hope they've explained it good enough, I'm not sure of how to talk about it haha...

Links:

Beetlepache's talk

Galatea's blog

Wattpad

Archive of our own

[chocolateflavoredcrow]

Bet. Can’t tag all, I have a lot.

Good evening, Tumblr user.

In front of you is a post asking everyone to list their favorite female Blorbos in the tags, stating that OP is tired of the focus on men in fandom.

You must participate and tag all of your favorite female characters.

If you include any characters who were canonically written as male in your tags regardless of reason, the reverse bear trap attached to your head will activate.

Begin.

[muralconservator]

I just need to get through school then I can get Sirius....

[twistedtriptych]

Miss Violet, what are your first impressions of the other guests? (whichever ones you want to mention!)

[bloodygnqv]

Oh Say Can You See

John Price x fem reader

cw: smut!! minors dni!, size difference (reader is described as small but dw there’s no infantilization), uuuh i think that’s it??

A/N: fuck the national anthem it’s a lana song. it’s been a while since i’ve written smut hope you enjoy anyway bless you all xx 🙏🏻

“Are you okay, love?” John asks you from where you’re laying on your side.

He’s all warmth and comfort, musk and tobacco and leather, a stark contrast between the feminine fruits and spring flowers and candy you enjoy wearing.

His voice is a quiet rumble, the crackle of a fireplace, the roar of an engine, the step on snow.

“Mhm, yeah,” you reply, sleepy and pliant, “Just really missed you.”

John lays on his side as well, cuddling you from behind. He’s always been the bigger spoon, arms and hands so large, so strong he can fully wrap them around your waist, cup your breasts in his palms, keep you to himself. His greed for you and your affection lodges in his throat.

You can feel him hardening against your back, and you stifle a small smile. “Go ahead, John, I’ve been waiting all day,” you whisper, your own desire sparkling in your belly, black milk and rose red and the veil of longing.

“God, you’re soaking. That needy pussy just needs some attention, huh?” His fingers slide against your slit gently as you whimper an affirmative and lift your leg a bit to give him access.

“I can take you, John, really, you can just slide in,” you mumble, stroking at his thigh greedily.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? You’re so small and I haven’t prepped you, you know it might hurt…”

Concern laces his voice like poison ivy. It almost makes you melt — he’s always been like this from the moment you two got together, soft care and love so strong it almost suffocates you.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I played with myself earlier..”

“Okay then,” he permits. He taps the head of his dick over your pussy, still not going in, syrupy whines escaping your throat.

And then his cock notches at your leaky entrance, slowly going in, and every little nag and annoying pesky thought hide somewhere in the back of your head.

“Oh,” you gasp and look down to where you two are connected.

John isn’t very long, but he’s thick, thick enough that you feel the stretch every single time you have sex. He carves out a place for himself in you, Galatea and Pygmalion, gentle marble across your legs (his large hands completely envelop the expanse of your thighs, leaving galaxy marks in his wake).

“Yeah,” John breathes, heavy, grunting out a response, “That’s it. Almost there, love, you can take it. Shit, you’re tight…”

You mewl, hands scraping for purchase against the duvet as he runs his fingers through your hair, his beard tickling your neck, whispering cotton candy filth in your ear. You know he’s already pushed in as you feel his heavy balls snug against your ass.

“There you go. Feels good, eh?”

“It does,” you whimper. There’s the slightest touch of too much, tiniest specks of pain, but they’re quickly chased away by the time John starts thrusting lazily. You’re not gonna last long, and if John’s satisfied grunts are anything to go by, he isn’t, either.

You grab his thick arm from where it’s perched over the gentle curve of your waist, delicate wrist teasing the underside of his palm and intertwining your fingers.

You’ve never felt more at home. You’re exactly where you need and want to be, ballad-like moans and late comfortable nights, devoted eyes and lust as a virtue. John’s filling you up just right, quenching the thirst that has simmered in you all day, pushing you off the edge.

John’s other hand reaches around and starts playing with your clit, just enough pressure in circles to bring you over the edge. He always goes the extra mile when it comes to expressing his love through pleasure, making your legs shake, newborn fawn, you are, seeing constellations and new planets beneath your eyelids.

“I’m gonna cum,” you murmur.

“Go ahead, baby. I missed you so, so much, my beautiful girl,” John rasps, peppering small kisses on the canvas of your neck.

There it is — the explosion of feeling and love and pleasure in your tummy, crawling down your legs and up your arms, making you moan and fist the sheet under your body.

Your orgasm pushes John to the edge, and you can feel his spend spilling in the crevice of your cunt, loud groans echoing in the corners of your ears, arms tightening around your small frame. That’s his favorite place to cum in, warm velvet around him, all that love that burns like a motor in his skin.

John pulls out slowly and lovingly cleans you up as your consciousness slips away from you. It’s been a long, long day, and the great sex is but your favorite way to release tension and put you in that space between wake and sleep.

The afterglow sneaks its way in your vein as you lay across John’s thick, hairy chest and close your eyes. This is your favorite time of day, all warm and snug and happy.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

His caress always feels like a blanket, a balm to soothe your wounds, a hazy morning dream you don’t want to wake up. It makes you all the more grateful, lying with the man you love in a space you two made.

[talessculpted]

They flinch. That was truly a wonderful way of putting it. Humans FLINCH whenever their creations succeed to do exactly what they were created to achieve. It happened with the atomic bomb, and it was happening now with their supers.

Humans created the ultimate dominant force of nature, and when it was time to yield power to it, they FLINCHED.

That mischievous gleam in his eyes was contagious. Soon, it could also be found in Galatea's own as she shook her head. No. There hadn't been anybody else before now who could truly understand her. Dr. Hamilton liked to pretend he did, the same way the kind of people that keeps dangerous predators as pets like to pretend they know their animals to the point of an empathetic connection. But that doesn't change the true nature of the beast, and it only needs to turn against its handler once for said handler to end up realizing just how far down they truly are in the food chair.

"I was created for peace," she said with a perfect smile. "That is my main purpose, to bring peace to the world. Sometimes it feels like it would have been easier if my main task had been to count every lentil in the world, one by one. Humans are... fractured. Their system is defective. They like to believe they've managed to reach world peace, but that just isn't true. Since the creation of democracy, power has just changed hands. Now, the United States stands as the leading force of the world, stepping over the throats of the rest of humanity. But how much power does having the most money and weaponry really give them? They keep going to war, there's infighting, every state has its own laws– and the other countries have their own laws as well."

The more Galatea spoke about it, the more her tone and expression turned into one of disgust. As if she were speaking about a colony of cockroaches she had found under her floorboards.

"That is no foundation for peace. It is like...trying to build a house over mud," she concluded, borrowing his statement about humans being 'mud people'. "Sooner or later, it is going to collapse and sink. They need an absolute ruler, somebody who keeps them from hurting each other, only then will all of humanity finally be equal."

Golden hair framed her face as she titled her head, big blue eyes focused on him. While she meant every single word she said, this was also a test. She was testing him to see if he truly agreed with her beliefs, if they had truly —as he said— finally found someone they could closely relate to. It wouldn't be the first time someone pretended to agree with her out of fear, but her ideas were so extreme that many couldn't keep the pretense for long.

"I like that name for humans," she added, voice softer, chuckling. "Mud people."

A concerning smile pulled at Galatea's lips. For as long as she's been aware, Dr. Hamilton— who was, in many ways, —especially with how he was the only man alive who bossed her around and didn't die— her father, had TRIED to scold that mentality out of her. But his attachment to her prevented him from disciplining her in any way that mattered, and normal methods didn't work with somebody who could simply break a hole through a wall with less than a third of her strength.

The older she got, the less willing she was to simply sit on timeouts, and so that idea of superiority grew rampant within her. The more isolated she was in the laboratory, with all scientists flocking around her like she was some prized achievement, only strengthened her beliefs.

And oh, how wonderful it was to find someone who thought the same way.

"It is the natural order of things," she said matter of factly, taking the offer to sit, one leg crossing over the other. "All species seek a superior being of their on kind to rule over them. Hives and colonies of insects have their queens, groups of great apes have their alpha males... Humans are no different, deep down they want someone superior to rule over them. Why else would they create the likes of us?"

Vought, Cadmus, the Russians. Such different people and yet, all of them chasing the same goal: creating the most powerful human to ever live. To Galatea, the only possible reason for it was as she had already stated: that they all wanted to be ruled over by a superior being.

Icy blue eyes burned with confidence and ambition. "It's only a matter of having them to realize, of making them realize."

[ghouljams]

freak ass pygmalion soap (or john!) and his hand sculpted soft wife galatea….

WAAAIT jason and Medea….. oughhh jason is so messed up idk if any of the guys would Actually try and do what he did…. maybe if it was like jason was really trying to help medea but in a really odd way?

apollo and daphne….. that’d be gaz for sure, i mean just look at him

I REALLY LIKE MYTHOLOGY GHOUL PLEASE

FREAK ASS PYGMALIAN SOAP

the man spent hours(days even) pressing his finger into his beautiful and soft sculpture's cunt, staring up at it and feeling the marble under his tongue. Almost misses the unyielding stone turning to flesh he's so focused on the way his spit slicks your skin. You know he's doing freaky ass shit to his sculpture even before you're alive.

Apollo and Daphne yes but also consider Endymion and Selene for Gaz???

Gaz with his beautiful but oh so sleepy darling, his perfect mortal love made immortal by the gift of sleep. Your sweet murmurs and the soft grasp you have on him. Carrying you around olympus only to settle you on his lap when Price calls him to meetings, pressing his lips to your forehead so as not to wake you, and stroking his hands over your sides. He's so nice to you, so caring, he's even gentle when he eases his cock into you, no no darling you keep sleeping, Gaz has you.

[thetwstwildcard]

"Nothing makes an android feel more useless than when a human is crying."

Full Name: Galatea Hexis

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Died at age 17, however it took 2 years for her to gain consciousness in her new body and so she says she's "19"

Birthday: May 17th

Star Sign: Taurus

Height: 182 cm (roughly 5'11)

Eye Color: Periwinkle

Hair Color: Periwinkle

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Voice Claim: Ayaka Suwa (Japanese) Amanda Winn Lee (English)

Inspiration: Hyacinthus

Homeland: Isle of Lamentation

Dorm: Ignihyde

Year: 3rd

Club: Science

Best Subject: Magic Analysis

Worst Subject: Animal Language

Favorite Food: N/A (formerly liked ypovrychio)

Likes: Her father, studying humanity, assisting her father, sunlight (even though she can't feel it's warmth), engineering, and the flickers of her past

Dislikes: Being unable to assist humans emotionally, when fellow students try to take her parts(the "inconvenience"), memories of her death, water, seeing how she looked like when alive, and not being able to control her strength

Personality: The monotone recreated daughter of the robotics professor, Aegis Hexis, accidentally killed by her love (Loxias Pythian) during a fight he had with her father. After much struggle Aegis was able to put her consciousness in an android that over time will hopefully become more human, her return to humanity having to be reexperiencing her death. She seves as a secretary in Ignihyde, though her father's work is quite astounding she has dealt with classmates trying to steal portions of her body for their own tests. Unlike Ortho she does not have emotions (in the beginning of the game) but develops them over time. She is very curious about humanity and "human things" though she is blunt (may/will hurt someone's feelings.)

"Unique Magic": Reverb: Allows her to concentrate sounds/amplify sounds to make projections. For example: she could amplify the sound of a pin dropping enough times to make someone physically pinned down by the "weight" of the noise. She can also increase the volume of the sound to "attack" someone audibly.

Trivia

The sole child of Aegis. His wife passed in childbirth so Galatea was "all he had left of her" which is why he was willing to go to such extremes to bring her back

She was dating Loxias at the time of her death, she was the one who made his new arm after he lost it in his "battle" with Veil.

When she first awoke she had no idea who she was, though now she is aware

While she has a better control on it now, she still does not fully understand her physical strength. She has crushed many an apple in her hand.

If anything she is just mildly inconvenienced when her dorm mates take her apart. She actually meets Yuu while missing an arm and leg, asking for assistance to her father's classroom

Her hair flames cannot burn someone, instead they feel warm to the touch and "wisp-y" (like smoke)

Upon meeting someone new she "must analyze" them, which involves her looking them over intensity and circling them

While she herself is emotionless, it doesn't mean her body is emotionless. For example she could smile and then question why she is smiling, or cry and question why she is crying

Her father is a son of Hephaestus, meaning she is his granddaughter (also why she's given a special privilege at a second chance in life)

When she was alive her eyes were green and her face was covered in freckles from always being in the sun.