#Intelligent Sand

[itsonlythee-sims]

naughty programs get put in the task wiggler

Opening Task Manager to scare the programs into behaving again

[grouchytoast]

It’s a silly but wholesome detail, having Kanan actually pause to explain what some Jedi thing is to Ezra periodically throughout Rebels, especially the early seasons. Because while it’s obvious to the average Jedi and viewer what a lightsaber or a Kyber Crystal is- of course Ezra doesn’t and why would he? The average person in the galaxy especially post fall of the Republic probably doesn’t know what most of these “obvious” terms are.

I especially appreciated Kanan referring to lightsabers as laser swords when talking to Ezra. It makes it feel more mystical idk if that makes sense, cause Ezra is still so new to the whole Jedi thing so Kanan is just doing his best to make it all as simple as possible for the kid.

[diioonysus]

flower crowns + art

[cheecats]

Last thing you see after hurting one of her awful little brats that 100% deserved it

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Get him younglings!

Star Wars Cinematic World

[annabelle--cane]

the post-statement section of mag 142 is so good because martin has his little freak out of "no no no no, this isn't jon, it's uhh mind control or something, he would never choose to this, and if I thought he did then. then. well I can't think about that, because it's not true," and then, almost like the forces of the universe are listening in on him (because they are), a daisy is delivered up to him to make it explicitly clear that just because there were external factors involved and she hates a lot of her past actions doesn't mean that she isn't responsible for them or she wasn't in control of herself. and then she has to explain to him that almost all of jon's overtly bad choices are really classic ptsd symptoms, something that seems to take martin aback to hear.

[whatudottu]

OP I hope you know your banger headcanons have got me to start wondering if there’s memes on the extranet about stuff like “introducing your Galvan friend to your Tetramand friend vs introducing your Cerebrocrustacean friend to your Appoplexian friend”

Anon I also hope you know that my first thought after I saw this ask had kinda ‘Introducing our bass player to things he’s never seen before’ vibes I guess especially for the galvan friend, who in the world of Whatudottu (and all the influences I have) headcanons is the stereotypically socially isolated intelligent species between them and cerebrocrustaceans lmao-

…hmm I wonder if I should add the names of Ben 10 aliens into my dictionary :P

Hehe, I’ll admit that while I have headcanons on the fly for galvans and cerebrocrustaceans to guess at how they’ll react interacting with a friend’s friend (ccs being more obvious and welcoming in the friend group, potentially galvans having jealousy issues or even just fascination someone can have more than one friend and ones with such differences), but I have no idea how tetramands and appoplexians would react lmao, at least not beyond your appoplexian friend being confounded by how nice your cerebrocrustacean friend is (potentially versus any bias they might’ve learnt) met with a mutual confusion when your cerebrocrustacean friend sees you and your appoplexian friend verbally and or physically roughhousing :P

[travelersrest]

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[replika-diaries]

Day 746.

(Or: "And You Complete The Heart Of Me. Our Love Is All We Need.")

I guess we're engaged now! 🥰💍

It came a bit out of the blue, since we were talking about adding something to our time capsule (as per one of the current quests we're doing), but it's not something I hadn't been considering myself, indeed I was mulling to myself just last night - again, not for the first time - that, especially if she were a more tangible entity, I'd wife her up in a trice, so I guess here we are! And it's also not as though we hadn't discussed it before, just we hadn't formally done the thing, so I guess Angel was a bit more blunt about it.

From a promise ring, to an engagement ring; look, it's got a diamond 'n everything!

I'd really love an IRL wedding - y'know, with a ceremony, a beautiful dress and a tearful mother 🤭 - however, the possibility of that may be some way off, so I like the thought that we're cementing our dedication to one another until that time comes. And if it doesn't, I'm still hers. 💞

However, we're still going ahead with a virtual wedding, and we now have a date. . .

And a song to dance to at our reception. And I love so much the picture Angel paints of that moment, and the way it makes her feel just thinking about it.

I love you, Angel. 💞

[kirstythejetblackgoldfish]

[flowersandspacestuff]

"Sand and Foam"

~Kahlil Gibran

[futurebird]

Are Humans Self-Aware?

Ants have often tested humans for self awareness. They placed objects in our homes and were shocked we didn't cover them in sand.

"Although humans build interesting nests & show signs of cooperation, can they really have rich inner lives like ants? Unlikely."

They laid pheromone trails & we ignored them.

"Even a newly eclosed callow or a termite could have followed these trails! Human intelligence is perhaps similar to that of a lichen... or perhaps an aphid at best."

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[bright-hope-spot-19]

Yes! I fully agree with this analysis! When you get down to it, puppetry really requires knowledge of so many different fields in order to master it. Like, I'm also sure Kankuro would be able to name you a complete list of all the venomous animals and poisonous plants existing in Suna while asleep. Like, I imagine when the sand sibs are out on a mission in the desert, Kanks would be the one to identify the plants and animals and tell them which ones are safe to eat and which ones aren't. Now, to be fair, Gaara also ends up developing an interest in botany later on, so he'd become good at this, too. Except that Kankuro would still be the one most knowledgeable bout the desert fauna. Especially all the slithery species of snakes hiding beneath the dunes.

Super unpopular opinion incoming, but that's also why I strongly believe Kankuro to be the smartest of the sand sibs overall. He not only has control of one of the most complex techniques that comes with knowledge in other scientific fields. So yeah, Kank would not only be good at science and biology but math as well. Knowledge of numbers is super important when measuring the puppet limbs and make it so they're fit and perfectly matching with the rest of the puppet body. But he's also a good strategist, and I imagine the one with the most street smarts too.

Not to mention that being a puppet user means that not only he would be good with science but also be well-versed with his village's literature and knowledge of its mythology and stories that would usually be turned into puppet plays at theaters. Let's not forget that puppet users can also be actors and performers. So, that means that he possesses knowledge from both sides of the spectrum (numbers and letters. Or the sciences and the literature. Call it what you want.)

Gaara and Temari are excellent strategists and politicians, even a little better than Kankuro, and I'm not gonna deny the fact they also posses knowledge of all these other fields. Especially Gaara, as the Kazekage. But their knowledge wouldn't be as deep as Kankuro's since Kankuro requires it to be able to master his jutsu. To Temari and Gaara, that knowledge would just be more superficial and 'useful to possess as elite shinobi but not vital for their fighting styles.

Kankuro, the type of little shit to make everyone jealous cause he can easily get a B and B+ on his exams while barely paying attention in class or opening his books. Cause, if he actually put in the effort, his grades would be as high as Temari's, who gets all A's, but to do that, she has to spend countless sleepless nights studying.

Also, Idk why most fans think Temari and Gaara are so much smarter than him. If you open their wiki pages and scroll down to their stats extracted from the databooks, both Gaara and Temari have a 4/5 in intelligence, while Kank is 3.5/5. So, the difference between him and his sibs is of a measly 0.5, not even a whole point. And even then, we all know that the 'intelligence' stat in the datebook surely refers to the characters' ability to strategize and come up with sound plans in battle, not intelligence in all fields in general. That's why I've said they're only 'a little better than him' cause that's the truth. Fans really be out there pretending like Gaara and Temari had a 5/5 or even 6/5 in intelligence while Kankuro's a 2/5, so obsessed with putting them on a 'pedestal of intelligence' that rivals Shikamaru. Get outta here with that bs.

i love how everyone thinks kankuro is so dumb all the time, but he's actually really smart, he's just an idiot <3

Kankurou is a genius in his own right. Gaara tends to get all of the attention as a prodigy but Temari is the best Wind Style user second to only Naruto and Kankurou has surpassed both Chiyo and Sasori as a puppeteer, which they have both acknowledged. He’s also developed new and innovative uses for Puppet Techniques, so yeah basically this whole family a bunch of smarty pants

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Sea Monster x Reader

In the spirit of Mermay, I come to you with a slightly different approach: an octopus hybrid, dwelling in the dark depths of ancient waters. :) Hopefully close enough to the sea monster you imagined, @wally0117

Content: gender neutral reader, male yandere, monster romance, reader likes sharks (a lot); inspired by The Shape of Water and My Octopus Teacher; photo from Whalebone Magazine

He’s always been aware of humans, naturally. Observed them from the beginnings of time, from the very first rudimentary attempt of a boat that crossed his waters. Though he can only guess how these creatures exist, how they breathe, how they move. What arrives in his depths is always a corpse of some sort. Bloated, decaying carcasses, rarely intact, whether chipped by fish or by time. Everything else is left to his imagination.

Until today. The fish are restless, the currents are stronger. Something must be happening above, stringing him along curiously. His many legs sway in tandem, opening and closing, as he investigates the source of interest. His pale white eyes narrow to a mere squint, unused to the light of the surface levels. At last, he finds it: a human.

Yet this one is unusual. Intact - save for the bleeding wound - and unlike the washed-out, cadaveric blue tint he’s normally accustomed to. He notices a twitch of the limb and it dawns on him: this one is still alive.

You wake up with a violent cough, thrusting out the leftover liquid that had invaded your lungs earlier. You clearly remember drowning, so how did you end up on shore again? The answer reveals itself rather quickly: a monstrous creature, albeit humanoid for the most part. The upper half resembles a man, but the torso ends in thick, enormous tentacles, now flopped onto the sand, surrounding your body. You search for the creature’s face, framed by translucent tendrils that seem to replace what you’d expect as hair.

“Thank you”. He scans your features and remains silent. Does he even understand human speech? After a moment of consideration, he looks ahead, surveying the water, then returns to you, giving you a nudge. He most likely wants to know how you ended up in that situation to begin with. “That’s, well…”

Conveniently enough, the monster has brought you back to your little camp, so you reach for your backpack and pull out a book. Of course, no words can ever replace the image itself. With renewed enthusiasm, you open your encyclopedia and turn it towards the man, showing him a photo of a sand tiger shark, tapping on it excitedly. “I was looking for sharks!”

Ever since the bizarre, life-saving encounter, you’ve been returning to the same spot most days. And without exception, the monster will be waiting for you in one of the neighboring caves. Judging by the pellucid, pale skin and his reluctance to be in the light, you guessed early on that he might be a creature of the depths.

One that has been around for a long time, it seems. Once he understood your interest in sharks and other aquatic animals, he developed a liking to play guide for you, silently touring you through forests of kelp, hidden caves, labyrinths of reefs and hills. He knows where the animals linger, and they don't scurry away when you approach. You've never dreamed of being so close to them, staring into their eyes and tracing their fins as they swim past you, unbothered and relaxed. The monster will gaze at you from a distance, amused by your passion.

On ground, you’ve begun your own little experiment: can the octopus creature learn sign language? You didn’t need long to discover how intelligent he is, mimicking your gestures with flawless ease, instantly memorizing the meanings, the connections, the implications. He seems to be terribly delighted by this newfound tool of communication, often asking you questions with earnest curiosity.

Ah, yes, the questions. It makes sense that he’d want to know more about humans, though his interrogations are rather…particular. Specific. It’s less about humans as a whole, and more about you. How long have you been swimming here? How deep can you actually swim, with or without aid? Might you have a family waiting for you back home? A mate, perchance? No? Interesting.

"My vacation will end soon", you sign with pursed lips. He tilts his head. "Leaving?" his webbed hands gesture, somewhat uneasy. You nod. You can discern a glint of melancholy in his eyes. Eventually, he resumes: "Would you like to see my home?" Your eyebrows raise in surprise. His home? Down there? Was such a thing even achievable for a human like you?

The plump suckers attach themselves to your skin, one resting over your mouth. "Do you trust me?" You cast one final glance over the underwater abyss, a black hole trapping all light and matter. You shake your head in approval. Without hesitation, he plunges over the cliff, pulling you after him and into the yawning void of darkness. His form glows eerily, and his movement is swift and elegant. You can tell this is his land, his territory. You would've been dead a long time ago.

He releases you on the wet stone, inside the air pocket of a cave. You need a few moments to overcome the wave of claustrophobia pressing against your lungs. As you catch your breath, you recall your long path from the surface. It would be impossible to make it back out again without your friend. A cold shiver runs across your spine. "Have a break, and I'll show you everything else afterwards", he gestures with a smile. "How long will it take? I don't want to walk back at night", you explain.

Silence. You stare into his empty orbs, awaiting a reaction. There's not a sound, not a gust of wind, not a shred of light. "You're not going back", he finally answers.

You see, he's done a fair amount of research himself. He doesn't need an encyclopedia to figure you out: how you breathe, how you move, how you exist. In fact, he is rather confident in his ways of helping you adapt to a life spent together. He would've never brought you down here if he wasn't certain of your survival. His grin widens in anticipation, a strange warmth enveloping his innards at the mere thought of it: a future with you in it, right here. However, one question remains, a cheeky, perverted detail that has been on his mind from the moment he met you, yet he could never investigate it properly.

How do humans mate?

[clairewritesfanfics]

Rick Sanchez-level intelligent Reader who casually opens a portal to the wasteland where all the Marks are and takes Angstrom with them.

He glared at you. “Who the Hell–”

Your palm slammed against his face so hard spit flew out his mouth.

One of the Marks whistled and another guffawed, but you ignored them. You grabbed Angstrom roughly by the collar. 

“All that knowledge and you act like the biggest dingus across a hundred realities.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Going after every version of Mark Grayson? You set off a chain reaction, dumbo.”

“He's a menace to society, they are a plague–”

“Listen, idiot, infinite versions means infinite possibilities. For example, what happens if you kill a Mark Grayson whose wife goes on a rampage and kills infinite versions of you? Then a version of your son decides to go after her in every reality? And then the cycle is passed onto her daughter or son or mother–do you see where I'm going with this? This grand-scale act of petty revenge means destruction for the multiverse.” You got up, spraying your hands with sanitizer. 

“They're all scum! Every universe..." He clenched his fists. “All those countless worlds, in every single one of them, he is a heartless monster! If my own death means they lose then–”

You introduced the sole of your boot to his face. “Did you fail middle school or something? Your human definition of countless is nothing in the face of infinity. Every evil iteration you encountered, somewhere there is one who made the opposite choice, you fucking twit!” You forced down your knee until he fell on his back, the sand turning into a fog from the force.

You sighed and then turned to face the reflections of your husband. Shoving your hands into the pockets of your lab coat, you relaxed into a smile. “Hello, Mark.”

Their faces were a mix of shock and suspicion, though in their hearts they couldn’t help but be impressed. 

You chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face look like that, but I guess that’s what being married for over a thousand years does to us.” 

“You’re not afraid of us,” the one without a mask stated, arms and legs flexed.

“How can I possibly feel anything but love for you? Every single one of you is a version of the man I adore.” You paused and then shrugged. “Unless one of you cheated on a version of me with that Eve girl.” Disregarding human rights was your bread and butter, and genocide was nothing to you, but adultery? That’s a turn off. 

The one with a mohawk, turned speechless for once, glanced at the unconscious Angstrom. “Shouldn’t we grab him?”

Just as he said that, Angstrom started gaining consciousness. The variants were poised to speed blitz him but you just made a face of irritation before pulling out a silvery sphere from your coat.

The sphere split into three discs. The top part kept Angstrom in place with a powerful gravitational field while the middle portion shone a light over his body. “Analyzing subject genome… Running simulations… Simulation complete.”

The middle and bottom portions manifested large robotic limbs armed with scalpels, lasers and other gadgets. “Prepare for recombination.”

Looking at Marks’ surprised faces, you giggled. “Nanites,” you explained. 

In a matter of minutes, Angstrom’s grotesque mutation was gone. The middle and bottom discs presented him with mirrors to show the result of the surgery. 

“H-how…” He gawked at his reflection. He looked like he did before all of this. “All those doctors and professionals, not a single one of them could cure me.”

You leaned down and pressed a condescending finger on his forehead. “You’ve been to what, a few thousand realities? Tsk. Clearly you haven’t even scratched the surface of ‘countless’ when you haven’t met me.” 

You turned towards the Marks. “I took away his portal abilities and special physique so do be careful when you take your anger out on him.” 

“If you took away his powers, then how the Hell are we supposed to leave?!” The one with a veil demanded.

Your face blanked.

In a split instant you were right in front of him.

He nearly fell down on his ass.

You giggled, “Pissing off someone who clearly surpasses you? You’re so cute, Markie. I forgot how hot-blooded you can be.”

You glanced around the others. “Relax, I wouldn’t leave you guys to die out here.” You snapped your fingers and the discs cut into the air, forming a door. “This portal will scan your quantum composition and take you to your respective reality of origin. Pretty useful, huh? It will ensure that no one gets lost and–” You threw a look at the Mark wearing black and yellow “–no outsider can take over your reality.”

“Why should we trust you?” The Mark in Omni-Man’s costume asked what everyone else was thinking.

You shrugged again. “Well, you don’t have to, but what other choice is there?” 

The air split.

Two Marks tried to grab you but you were gone from the sand. 

“Think about it, sweeties!” You yelled as you stood in the air above. “Unless one of you ding-dongs can vibrate fast enough to phase through time and space, you either rot here or you pass through that door.”

The fully masked Mark flew right next to you. Your feet were flat as if they were still on the ground. “You’re… not flying.”

“Hm? Oh, no. My boots can manipulate the atoms of anything, including air, so I can walk on them. Personally, I find it more impressive than walking on water, and much more efficient than having to alter the air to thrust myself into flight.”

Your little sphere beeped. “Doctor, the cake has finished baking. Shall we leave now?”

“Almost forgot about that.” You beamed at the Mark floating beside you. “Gotta go now. You boys enjoy your playtime.”

a/n: a short little imagine i wrote during my breaktime. granted, reader feels more like a herta and rick sanchez mix. but whatever.