marlynnofmany

prokopetz

Look, I know facile trope inversion is for weenies, but I still really want to see a JRPG-style game where the shouty teenage boy who gives long speeches about the power of friendship is the fragile healer and the girl with the gentle piano-and-strings theme song and self-sacrificing “must save everyone” attitude is the melee tank. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable here.

prokopetz

I’m not even being ironic – I honestly think it would work better that way. Like, let’s put power-of-friendship boy in a position where he actually needs to rely on his friends to get anything done, rather than just talking about how they’ve inspired him while he solos the final boss. And as for Little Miss Messiah Complex, well, tell me you can’t perfectly picture how the standard tank protagonist move where you intercept a blow meant for a critically wounded party member, facetank a fucktillion points of damage, then get back up again with one hit point and a voice quip about how the baddies will have to do better than that would play out under her idiom. You can see it, right?

prokopetz

People in the notes are looking at the second one saying “that’s just She-Ra, that’s just–” no, it isn’t. Gentle piano-and-strings theme song, remember? It’s essential that each archetype’s stock personality remain intact, and only the role changes.

She’s sweet. She’s humble. She wears homespun dresses and grows pretty flowers in her free time. She has that vibe that says “I’m going to die halfway through the game to make my boyfriend sad”, except that doesn’t happen, because the baddies don’t have a big enough gun.

I want to see the obligatory scene where the bad guy’s army is burning down her Beloved Peasant Village™, and she’s standing between the evil commander and a group of soulful orphans, begging with tears in her eyes for him to see that there’s already been enough death – except when he callously rejects her entreaties and moves to backhand her out of the way, she catches his armoured fist mid-swing, without even the faintest tremor of effort, and in a tone of infinite patience informs him: “You misunderstand, sir: it’s not our lives I’m pleading for.”

And then she punches people until all the soldiers run away and feels conflicted about it afterwards.

marlynnofmany

fandangoing

Okay guys hear me out.

A soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns to millions of colors once they do.

Like, so many people with their right palms all black, waiting for that one handshake.

People who have black knuckles who are scared for years that they end up punching their soulmate or something and end up coming home with their knuckles turned all shades of red and blue and purple without them noticing because sometimes your hands just brush together.

Someone having a very visible black palm on their cheek that they try to cover up because people will just know they will be slapped one day.

Just

consider the possibilities.

the-ghost-of-keith-kogane

a handprint on your upper arm that bursts into colors during a fight you’re having with a close friend because you tried to walk away and they grabbed you–you never noticed that you never touched them until right now

twin handprints on your chest because your soulmate happens to be the paramedic who steps in to give you chest compressions that one time you almost died

a handprint on your palm but it’s not upside down like a handshake would be, you’re puzzled until you give someone a high five and the colors appear

someone you just met brushes a leaf off your shirt–RIGHT WHERE YOUR HANDPRINT IS YOU ALWAYS WONDERED WHY IT WAS ON YOUR PEC

zaiyofics

I actually love this one a lot

claroquequiza

Someone who is born with no mark at all–what a tragedy! But one day, a dear friend offers to braid their hair. They’re not even half done before they gasp and let it drop–their black palms and fingers are afire with color–

–and so is the half-done plait, bright against solid black hair.

wanderingsigma

Someone who is born with a small mark on their wrist. They don’t know what it means, they guess that perhaps their soulmate will tap them on the wrist to get their attention. Some strangers have tried. It’s pretty bothersome to be on the bus, wanting to be left alone, and have someone try their luck.

Then one day, they’re scheduled for an invasive surgery. They’re lying on the operating table, unconscious. The team of surgeons look at the mark knowingly. Then, as a matter of procedure, they each tap the wrist. It is better to have a discoloured wrist and avoid discoloured organs.

marlynnofmany

Can you imagine the Missed Connections websites?

“I handed you your receipt and someone called my name and by the time I saw my hand you were gone”

“You helped me pick up my things at the subway station, then had to run”

“YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU SLAPPED MY ASS AT THE METAL CONCERT WHEN THE SHOW STARTED. MEET ME OUTSIDE THE DENNY’S. I’M GONNA SLAP YOU BACK WITH A DEAD FISH. <3”

marlynnofmany

hollowboobtheory

imagine hiring an assassin and they talk to you in a customer service voice

teaboot

"Hello, how can I help you today? Wonderful, can I get a first and last name? And how would I spell that? Awesome. And would you happen to have an address for this individual? And place of work? Fantastic.

Now, I'm going to give you a number, and I'm going to ask that you send in a photo of your target alongside any additional information you may have- family members, security, combat training, medical conditions, just anything you can think of that might be helpful.

Wonderful, you are all good. All we need now is a piece of government-issued ID, for insurance purposes, and a location for payment pickup. We accept cash, gold, processed uranium, and etransfer.

I'm sorry, we don't take american express.

Good, okay, so it looks like we are all set- when the job is complete, you will be notified VIA discreet codeword that a stranger will whisper to you on a crowded street.

We do not issue receipts, but if you'd like, I can arrange for a specific breed of tropical flower to be sent to your home address. Our associates will be able to validate it should the need arises.

And is that everything you were looking for today? Great! Thank you for coming to us. Have a nice day!"

teaboot

Alternatively,

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid the Pope is a high-status target that is beyond our area of service.

Yes, I- no, I'm sorry, I'm not able to do that for you.

Okay. Okay. Yes, I understand.

Sir, if you're going to use that sort of language, you should know that our HR department does operate in a hands-on capacity.

Wonderful. You take care."

nebulousboundsfloof

They create a perfectly normal call cemter staffed by decidedly amoral college students and paying them at least 4x minimum wage.

hollowboobtheory

hiring manager: you’re not concerned about the ah, services we offer?

a college student who has eaten ramen twice a day for the past year: for $25/hour i’ll pull the trigger myself

talvin-muircastle

Look, the difference between Assassins and Customer Service is that Assassins are paid a lot of money to kill people and Customer Service isn’t being paid nearly enough not to.

tachyon-at-rest

@ingridverse

marlynnofmany

Now there’s an assassin story I haven’t heard!

marlynnofmany

supernovasilence

Ok we all talk about the Pevensies’ trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too

They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he’s all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn’t know her children haven’t seen her in over a decade.
They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.
It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.
(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you’d think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)
Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don’t remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.
Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)
Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It’s a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he’s High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)
Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)
Lucy doesn’t have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah
Lucy loves to climb into her siblings’ laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she’s upset, he’ll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she’s smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom’s lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor’s house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she’s back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.
But if Lucy looks out the window, all she’ll see is the rain over London, so it’s not only a cold and grey sort of day, it’s a lonely sort of day too.
Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren’t that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he’s going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it’s simply a matter of course.
“Doesn’t the rain sound familiar?” says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.
Their mother doesn’t know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, “Yes, Lu, it does,” and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.
(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he’s grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)

supernovasilence

uh since this is getting way more notes than I thought it would I guess I should have mentioned y'all are allowed to add onto this. please tell me your soft Pevensie headcanons

marlynnofmany

I’m just imagining their mother having some stressful drama with a neighbor, and when little Lucy asks her why she’s looking sad in the kitchen, she tries to explain it in vague terms. Lucy listens solemnly, like she’s picking up on exactly what her mother isn’t saying.

Then when the explanation is done, and Lucy says she has a suggestion, her mother honestly expects something along the lines of “Call him a doodoohead then tell his mommy.” But no.

Instead Lucy says something deeply insightful about human nature, the way people lash out when lonely and fearful, and suggests the kind of neighborhood intervention that seems blindingly obvious when it’s put that way.

Then she pats her mother’s arm and trots off to play with her dolls.

smoothieintensifacation

frontline-titties-of-the-fifth

im excited to get top surgery bc oh blah blah disphoria back pain slouching not a girl but mainly because i have been planning for over a year a joke thats about to pay off:

my family does not know i am getting surgery so i made sure to get all the same bathings suits i wore last year in a new size and just straight up gas light my aunt about it

frontline-titties-of-the-fifth

like imagine her. you go to the beach with your family one day. its a beautiful day and you are obsessed with commenting on peoples bodies. everyone begins removing their coverings and you are now seeing someone who, historically, has bazonga’d with the best of them. this person is no longer breasting boobily. child, you say, what has happened to your one redeeming feminine quality? the child responds, auntie wat the hell you tawking bout? ive always looked like this i literally wore this last year??

adhbabey

aaa-battery-not-rechargeable

about a month ago, my uncle asked if I had a significant other. I appreciate his gender inclusivity, of course.

I'm used to the question. it's not like it's something outrageous that he's asking. so I simply said no, that's not for me.

he looked at me and said "well, someday." not someday maybe, just.... someday.

of course I'm not quick to anger, but there's a part of me that's a little more defensive about my aroace identity. so I jumped to my defense.

my uncle isn't a bad guy, he's quite nice and tries his best to be respectful in the current political shit storm by supporting queer people. but apparently that does exclude me, an aroace.

I reiterated that I'm just not interested in a romantic or sexual partnership, and I really do not ever see that changing.

and he said something to the effect of "it's okay if you don't want that now."

and I said, "no, it's just okay that I don't want that."

and he said that I was pessimistic. as if I was secretly searching for a relationship or a partner, but was rejecting love because I could not find one.

I calmly (with all the rage in my veins) told him "no, a life without love or sex is something optimistic for me."

he had the gall to look horrified.

I'm sick of aroace people not being seen as normal human people when they don't want the outcome of their life to look like everyone else's. I'm sick of the white picket fence, I'm sick of the assumption that everyone has another half out there.

I'm whole on my own.

cesspitoflove

I'm whole on my own

cryptotheism

1800theeyes asked:

Ok so I have a bunch of questions about the Student and their strain.

From what I understood, Student is from a group (sometimes?) infected with an infection that allows them to have a degree of control over their body. It doesn't seem entirely symbiotic yet, is that relationship moving toward a relationship that is more mutualistic in nature? Is that possible?

Considering the infection gives it's host a very potent organic weapon, and a greater ability to rapidly adapt to environmental change, do we see hallmarks of domestication in Student's strain?

As a posthuman, is Student's strain genetically altered from modern humans? If so, would the presence of sythetimancy slow the degradation of existing hallmarks of domestication that are shown in modern humans faster than other strains with similar origins?

My expertise lies mostly in the application of chemistry on biological signalling, so my grasp on Evolutionary developmental biology isn't as extensive as I would like, but this somewhat small aspect of the story has been incredibly interesting to me.

cryptotheism answered:

“Strain” refers to Student’s ethnicity. She is mirekin, a people characterized by their rust-red skin, beaked ridge teeth, and overactive endocrine systems which make them effectively immune to most biotixins, but also causes rapid skin necrosis, and hairlessness.

There are two large sub-ethnicities of mirekin, the mountain-dwelling Ozm and the swamp-dwelling Briah. Student is Briah.

The synthetimancy infection is effectively domesticated. It is a virus that causes an irreversible prion disease (whose origins I will be keeping a secret) that can be transmitted in different ways.

A synthetimancy infection only allows control over the infected area. The larger the infection, the more difficult it is to control. It requires constant, conscious effort to keep the infection from slowly consuming the host. The mirekin have essentially developed meditative practices over dozens of generations to allow their culture to exist symbiotically with the virus for the benefits it gives them in their harsh environment.

Most strains can potentially become host to the virus. Many do. The voath even have their own unique form that incorporates highly radioactive materials. However, the infection is extremely lethal to the untrained.

The mirekin, however, have been self-selecting over generations to make themselves especially good hosts, and have generations of specialized cultural practices that train people from birth to be synthetimancers.

marlynnofmany

writing-prompt-s

The group of new humans who just joined your ship begin to act weird about the humans already present…they keep mentioning something call the uncanny valley? Maybe this is a place on Sol?

marlynnofmany

Meanwhile the shapeshifters thought they had it made, pretending to be a species that no one onboard was all that familiar with.

stardustandspite

An entire book where the shape-shifter anxiously tries to hide who they are and when it’s revealed as the big twist the tone shifts to the pretty girl make over scene where the humans are delighted to help their buddy escape the Uncanny Valley

marlynnofmany

That sounds like an excellent book.

“Okay, make your eyes just a little bit bigger. Wait, too much.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s good. Now let’s work on color. The one you’ve got now is lovely, for sure, but just too bright to be realistic. You can tone it down a smidge, or pick something from this chart. I like the subtle heterochromia, myself.”

i-drink-and-i-meme-things

casgirl

This tweet has prevented more eating disorders than any public health campaign ever has

finalgrrrl

i dont get the people in the notes to this saying its too mean because from experience when you're in the depth of an eating disorder and brag to everyone about how little you eat you need to get a reality check not to be babied.....participating in diet culture IS laughable stay mad

cryptotheism

Anonymous asked:

One thing I really like about amber skies is that thematically it gets more and more complex. You might start with something like:

What function does the human body serve in relation to the mind?

And get:

What is a body?

What is a human?

What is a mind?

What does it mean to serve a function?

What does it mean to relate to something?

Wouldn't it be weird if someone's body was all fucky?

cryptotheism answered:

There’s bodies everywhere. We might be in a body right now. The narrative is a body. We, the two of us, are a body.

Homo Sapiens, Nerd Edition

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

I'm whole on my own