#variforme

[caycecayce]

Chrysopée

I lie in the capsule and ferment. The fluid in which I brine is underoxygenated: I am perpetually short of breath despite lungfuls of life-sustaining liquid. The tank is cramped, too small for me. Knees bent. Toes curled in and uncomfortably pressed against the sidewalls. Arms folded over my breasts with fingers on collarbones, or extended over my head and doubled back down so hands rest on permanently stubbled scalp, the texture an omnipresent burr in my mind. Outside of the tank I was an accretion of raw and wounding seams, a conjunction of vectors for sensory intolerances far outside survivability. In the half-fetid and overwarm mediating fluid I am insulated, cocooned.

My capsule is embedded in a cancerous ganglion inside the corpse of a stalking god. Our neural abnormalities, the result of blind chance or twisted providence, facilitate our connection. Suspended inside of her the blinding scream of my senses dulls to a background torture, as her once-unfamiliar organs of perception shudder into wakefulness for the ten-thousandth time and envelope me in the dissociated remove of a nitrous oxide bath. Her limbs stretch with the sound of groaning steel and grinding teeth. You would not find her beautiful, nor me. Her form has not been anthropomorphized, encased in sleek and sanitizing plating, given an image to engender her to the public. She is thew and ligaments like cable and raw muscle wrapped around osseous promontories and jagged, suppurating eruptions of life-severing weaponry. I am shorn and scarred and studded with rusting ritual implants. Separate, we are scorned, broken, reminders of failed branchings which would rather be forgotten. Together, joined, we are empowered to pursue our special interest. Our union is unrepentantly repugnant, an affront to life; ours is the monotropism of killing.

Outside of me, her, us, is conflict of so profound disinterest that contemplating its nature provokes bile to the back of my throat. I know no sides, no factions. No briefing is delivered to me because I will not listen and do not care, and her fixations would not obey any niceties so pedestrian as rules of engagement. When we wake we are someplace new, exactly like every other time and every other place; ruined cities and abject suffering and the endless squalor born of humanity’s addiction to war. Inside of her, I disappear, and she unlimbers, a slow unfolding that ends with an explosive balletic leap, a grand jeté that covers kilometers. Broken earth shudders as we land on the heaped remains of devastated concrete. We taste the distant stink of petrochemicals and an organ inside of her convulses and roils; an instant later one of her vitreous outcroppings, something between an eye, a phallus, and a broken wristbone, vomits nova-bright heat as we pirouette. Air and rubble is carved as the beam arcs through the landscape before intersecting with mechanized armor rolling past the edge of the pulverized urban zone. Steel and the flesh controlling it boil and distend before the machine’s ammunition ignites. Her ejaculation ends with a luciferian dribble that eats through the ground under our feet, but we are already leaping again, landing amidst the scattering bannermen who marched with the armor. We perch on one of her variform limbs and sway. The infantry shout and scurry about us like yapping dogs, a fraction of her height. We tumble forward with an uncanny grace and unhurriedly swipe a palm through a group of them. They are sent careening into fallen buildings, or they are eviscerated. They are scared, now, but still point their weapons, putting ill-advised trust in the power of their arms. The ridges along one of her limbs ripple below the surface with biochemical combustion before bonechip flechettes explode outward, shredding the troops. We stand amidst dust-caked viscera, the mechanized armor a twisted heap of burning metal that stains the sky with oily smoke. There are others, nearby, and not so near. There are always others. Their deaths churn and curl within her. Emotionless, we acknowledge our coupling, press into our thanotic embrace, me inside of her, her surrounding me, before we lose ourselves to each other. We leap once more towards the next group of dead men. We are free.

[thedurvin]

More from “I Remember Lemuria”, Richard Shaver’s longest book in the Shaver Mystery; he was naturally attracted to the Variforms (human-animal hybrids that were coincidentally all beautiful women that spoke to him with a smirky condescending affection) and now he’s meeting an eighty-foot-tall psychic princess (for an “oral check”) and he’s worried that if he gets close enough to touch her (specifically her feet) he’ll lose his capacity for independent thought. (Don’t worry, his sparkly purple pony waifu understood how irresistible the giantess was, and along with the other women of their party asked her politely to release their boyfriends from her “sex aura”.)

Remember, this was written in 1948.

He’s been hitting so many horny fanfic tropes I swear any minute now he’s gonna invent omegaverse.

[the-time-lord-oracle]

A moment from Iris and the Werewolf:

They all listened with baited breath as they heard the wolf pacing outside, then walk away. "It's gone." Iris breathed thankfully.

"Something inside this room's stopping it." the Doctor mused. "What is it? Why can't it get in?"

"I don't know, but just be glad it can't." Iris said quietly.

The Doctor noticed just how shaken up she looked and went over to her. "You alright?" he asked her.

"Yes, yes, I'm ok." Iris said numbly. "But the Captain..."

"There wasn't anything you could have done." the Doctor consoled her. "You did the best you could and we're alive. Focus on that." Iris nodded and the Doctor hugged her tightly, pressing a comforting kiss into her hair.

Sir Robert sat down on one of the chairs barricading the door and put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry, Ma'am." he sighed to the Queen. "It's all my fault. I should've sent you away. I tried to suggest something was wrong. I... thought you might notice. Did you think there was nothing strange about my household staff?"

"Well, they were bald, athletic... ya wife's away," the Doctor remarked lightly, trying to lighten the mood, "I just thought you were happy."

"Doctor!" Iris chided. People were dead. Now was not the time for silly jokes.

Victoria, who had been silent for quiet a while now, spoke up at last, "What, exactly, I pray, tell me someone please, what exactly is that creature?" She was at the end of her tether and had had enough of these strange events.

"You'd call it a werewolf," the Doctor rambled, "but technically it's more of a lupine wavelength haem variform."

"And should I trust YOU, sir?" Victoria rounded on him. "You who change your voice so easily? What happened to your accent?"

The Doctor realised that he'd accidentally dropped his Scottish accent. "Oh... right, sorry." he mumbled.

"I'll not have it." Victoria fumed. "No, sir, not you... not that thing... none of it. This is not my world!"

Iris took a breath. "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being blunt, but you have to trust the Doctor." she said empathetically. "He is the only person who can get us out of this predicament, I promise you, and I would trust that man to the ends of the Earth."

[sumibol]

Arpee?

Yes! 💖💓💕💘💖💗💝💓❣️💕💞

[conhnhaketon]

variforme replied to your post “any1 think abt the fact that connor is 6’4 cuz i do”

he n zelgius both,, Big Tol

how sexy

[robotise]

variforme replied to your post: variforme replied to your post: ...

ive heard mixed reviews i think ?? like i wanted 2 watch it bc the teasers seemed cool and unique but im not sure bc i think its much more romcom-y than they originally marketed it as

i lov rom-coms....

[bewitcheds]

variforme replied to your post: i JUST said this but ludi lin is my boyfriend, he...

he looks like me all asians look the same

bald and chinese

[godslaughters-blog]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

 ⭐️ means bonding.

thanos & taejun:

they both love dogs! which means taejun has met regalis, their german shepherd, and regalis loves taejun. especially when taejun pets him. thanos trusts people that regalis likes.

they’re both stupid stubborn. when they argue, neither of them concede. it takes, like, an hour until one of them says something unrelated to the argument and they both ignore what they were arguing about until it comes up again.

thanos doesn’t know how to drive, okay. taejun can. but every time he drives them somewhere, they have 5 heart attacks because he’ll do shit like speed on a new york street.

they kick ass together. taejun can’t go anywhere with thanos because they’ll pick a fight just so they can fight together.

[shetroit-a-blog]

“You can stop hugging me now.”

PROTECTIVE SENTENCE STARTERS ; TENTATIVELY ACCEPTING

          ❛ –  AH,  right.  ❜  it’s  only  in  that  moment  does  she  realize  just  how  firmly  her  arms  are  wrapped  around  his  torso.  a  small  hint  of  embarrassed  undertones  flutter  about  the  high  points  of  her  face,  a  touch  of  red  blooming  over  smooth  skin.  she  releases  him,  taking  two  steps  back–  steps  much  too  wide  to  seem  natural  for  her  stature.  THOUGH,  she’s  able  to  shake  it  off  quickly,  pinched  shoulders  relaxing  into  place.  there  was  hardly  any  room  for  error,  when  danger  became  plausible.  there  was  very  little  she  wouldn’t  do  to  secure  everyone’s  safety  (  don’t  argue  with  her,  she  could  hardly  care  if  they  could  protect  themselves  ).  SHE’S  A  PROTECTOR.  of  herself,  her  family,  the  innocent.  though  people  would  leave  and  her  heart  would  harden,  that–  would  remain  through  the  seasons.  ❛  you’re  not  hurt,  are  you  ?  ❜

                                                         ° ˖ *  @variforme

[evecoded]

❛ well, it sounds like we should be erring on the side of caution. ❜

❛  there is no need ... ❜ she offers placation only in   verbal response, the words forming and leaving her vocals, yet her eyes remaining trained on the cityscape as it lay beyond the roof of the building. doused in sunset’s veil, the city looked as if it were aflame. colors shifting and melding together. ava was taking her time processing every detail, almost as if committing it to memory for the last time. 

                                        only it wasn’t, and nor would it ever be.

the other man was likely just an apprehensive party          one ava was not quite anticipating; but was not concerned by. after a solid moment, she turned, slowly        the quiet whir of internal machinations solely audible to her.

sepia eyes shifted to locate the man, assessing him now that her attention had been diverted. ava remained unreadable in expression, the only indication of acknowledgment being the not quite complete smile that she offered.  ❛           i was only observing.   ❜

mindhunter prompts  /  accepting

[viperfang]

HAPPY BDAY NEO!!   honestly i really didn’t even kno it was ur bday until i realised u was countin down on discord... like i found out last night and we alll know it. i always say i’m gonna keep this messages short but u kno that’s not gonna happen bc i have a tendency to ramble on and on abt nothin in particular. u just mean so so much 2 me ever since we started talkin fr and have always been there for me. i love u so so much

i think i first followed u on jumin’s blog... maybe on reece? or the blog i took a break on, i really can’t rememba but ik that i followed u first ( me followin sum1 first? more likely than u think! ) your portrayal of jumin is so fuckin good and i don’t care what any1 says, nobody is changin my mind on that. you know every aspect of his character and don’t linger on dumb things he’s said / done and it’s one of the unique things about ur portrayal, u really do emphasise on the realism of his character, which imo is a huge fragment of the game itself.. and what makes mysme different from all other games

everyth u do is so good. you are such a talented person, whether u put in effort w ur canons or ur ocs. it’s amazin to see the amount of dedication gone into them and i really wish that more people would pay attention bc u rlly did invent mutant ocs... xmen who?? idk her! my fav is .. prolly james and not jus cuz he’s a gemini KLFDSJKLF nah but honestly, the amount of effort u put into ur ocs and their backgrounds / npcs... whew.... when’s the novel comin out? i would honestly read a novel centered around them bc they’re such good and in depth characters 

i’m so glad u replied to that ooc post bc ur one of the people i’ve grown close to the in the span of ( roughly ) a year and ur so funny and full of puns... like i don’t know where u get them all from FJSDK I THINK I DID COMMENT ON IT ON JUMIN’S BLOG BC IM P SURE ALL UR TAGS WERE CAT PUNS. you are such a good person. i love how passionate u are about ur characters and ik i’m bad w plottin but the most fun part abt plottin w u or even talkin abt our charas is the fact that i get to put my characters into scenarios w urs and we get to predict their reactions and literally all the time we do this, it’s so fun ?? you make me so effortlessly happy and i hope u know that i’m always here for u, no matta what

i know you’ve been on / off tumblr for a while but i really do love it when i see u on the dash and it makes me want to post more regularly too bc i love seein u on there, it makes me so happy and lucky to know that i have a friend like u, i really don’t know how to put this into a cohesive sentence but like i’m typin this out and i’m just thinkin about how much u mean to me and feelin overwhelmed w the amount of love i feel for u

i really hope to see more of u on the dash and ik ur busy w uni as well, so i wish u the best w that. i’m so glad that we talk, i care abt u so so much and i want u to be completely comfortable on this site ( even when it’s like That ) i hope u have the best birthday bc u really do deserve so much and i hope u know that when i get enough cash i’ll b askin u for ur wishlist or smth. i love u so so much, happy neo day, birthday!  [drives off in my toyota yaris]  ❤  / @variforme

[enspectorn]

⁇ ✿ ø @ % ツ $

SEND IN SYMBOLS FOR TEXTS !        @variforme​

       accepting

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[  SHIM  TAEJUN  ]   :  H ey . What are you doing right now ? 

[  SHIM  TAEJUN  ]   :  You should come ou t and have fun with me . 

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[  SHIM  TAEJUN  ]   : Come over tonight. 

[  SHIM  TAEJUN  ]   : I can’t get you off of my mind .   

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[  SHIM TAEJUN  ]   :   Shouldn’t you be sleeping ?

[  SHIM TAEJUN  ]   :  Well i’m not either , i shouldn’t be a hypocrite .

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[  SHIM  TAEJUN  ]   : I didn’t realize the volume on my phone was so loud. Your text scared me .

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[  SHIM  TAEJUN  ]   : What is your favorite food ? Don’t ask why .

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[  SHIM  TAEJUN  ]   : I have to say i’m looking forward to the weekend . I need some time off . 

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[  SHIM  TAEJUN  ]   : I’m doing well, I promise . You don’t have to worry so much . I love you i’ll call you later this week . 

[  SHIM  TAEJUN  ]   : Sorry about that, it was meant to go to my mom .  

[heartillian]

“Hey, Mister, could you help me out?” Rocking on her heels, hands clasped behind her and fingers curling at the small of her back, she leans forward with a smile on her face. He looked strong and tall, the ideal bodyguard. No room is left for questions, she quickly butts in with another ‘request’. “You just have to say yes, okay?”

starter / @variforme

[crybomb-blog]

‘ what, pray tell, the fuck ’

🐦 ———————   RE UP :  POPULAR TEXT POST MEMES. ╱   CLOSED

                A SHRUG OF SHOULDERS , SLIM AND STRONG ALL AT ONCE ; SHE WAS A HOLY CREATION  ;         she’s seen so much shit , to a point she was just tired of it -- nothing surprised her anymore ; when you work with an alien ( several in fact ) , a man in a bat suit , delivered a swift ass whooping to a walking talk gorilla , and held a metagene that made THE scream queen ; there wasn’t much that could surprise her anymore ( or so she says ) , because shit managed to still get under her skin if she wasnt ready for it .        ❛ i don’t really know , but it don’t look good if you’re asking for the professional opinion . ❜    

                                SENDER:    @variforme  ✱

[heirsung]

my url if u wanna ?

send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

words

[bewitcheds]

variforme replied to your post: variforme replied to your post: ...

any1 u have in mind?

this is the hardest question uve asked me