jellyfishfromthevoid

[jellyfishfromthevoid]

Descendants

Humans are the descendants of Angels, like the old Angels. Angels before creations. Of course this isn't exactly common knowledge. The Aliens don't realise that the dominate chaos junkies of earth are related to an all might power, that they venture to the stars searching for a answer they used to know.

The Were-Humans certainly don't realise their kind evolved this way so they could mimic these beings of divine descent, they just believe they are a superior sub-spiecies. The Vampires believe they became humiond to trick and desive these blood sacks, not aware that they subconsciously followed these hand-crafted designs. Squatchs believe these tiny hairless children to have a strange luck when it comes to surivial, unaware that the world was never meant to be able to purge them all. Mermaids, Sirens and other aquatic odities laugh at their febel attempts to conquer the ocean, do those land deweller not realise they can not handel the sea. Unaware that this plant was crafted for their curiosity and development. Demons and Faes' greed blinds them to questioning just why these mortals souls hold so much power. Why these feble beings can live on without soul and have no pain. Especally why these creatures could invent something as needed as lying and use it without pay. New Angels sigh and cry everytime these little biggernotes do anything, its all so reckless and stupid. They can't even comprehand how these things came up with morals and compassion, only to turn around and be incredibly cruel, hateful and selfish. (Unaware that long ago their origins crafted these very principles. To them it doesn't matter that these things have a curiosity nobody can comprehand, the want to befriend beings that don't even share their blood, a thing called adrenaline that stops panic from killing them, muscles so strong that if flexed correctly could brake their bones, that the only thing stoping them from biting off their arms being their strange minds. Well it does matter, everybody's curious. Nobody knows how these flesh bags survive due to their everything. Seriously they can survive being hit by a car but not hiting their heads on a counter top. They achieved flight by propelling metal into the sky and moving it around up there. They go on spaceships, look at beeping lights and say 'that's fine we can fix that'. Despite their intellgence Aliens/Vampires/New Angels don't understand them. *But that's okay it's not like it important to understand them* To be frank the only creature that knows of humans past is Lucifer, after all he was the one of only new gen Angels that witnessed the transformation. Afterall when he posioned Adam and Eve they claiming them as spouse, saying some nonsense about becoming mortals and having them carry their lineages. ....Oh and Humans, they definatly know. I mean it's hard not to when you have wings, same with their mothers and their cousins and about every human they've ever met. I mean Marcy nextdoor has a lovely pair of Monarch Butterfly wings and tripled layered ears, paired with a goats hooves. Carlo at swimming class has Batwings that tatter into star light and about three set of eyes, it also doesn't help that his arms aren't attached at the elbows and instead just float there. Also their parents definatly taught them magic when they were 5 Why does nobody else notice this? Well because who walks around with their wings and features out that just preverted, think of children. There are reasons why there are special hiding collors for swimming and sleepovers. As for magic? Well that's just irresponsible to use in public, what if you hurt someone or embrass yourself. Of course children don't understand this and have to wear modesty braclets, though not everyone agrees with that. What? Why are you mad? It not like their hiding it, what do you mean you didn't know? It's pretty common knowledge, we've been writing for centuries.

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[jellyfishfromthevoid]

Descendants

Humans are the descendants of Angels, like the old Angels. Angels before creations. Of course this isn't exactly common knowledge. The Aliens don't realise that the dominate chaos junkies of earth are related to an all might power, that they venture to the stars searching for a answer they used to know.

The Were-Humans certainly don't realise their kind evolved this way so they could mimic these beings of divine descent, they just believe they are a superior sub-spiecies. The Vampires believe they became humiond to trick and desive these blood sacks, not aware that they subconsciously followed these hand-crafted designs. Squatchs believe these tiny hairless children to have a strange luck when it comes to surivial, unaware that the world was never meant to be able to purge them all. Mermaids, Sirens and other aquatic odities laugh at their febel attempts to conquer the ocean, do those land deweller not realise they can not handel the sea. Unaware that this plant was crafted for their curiosity and development. Demons and Faes' greed blinds them to questioning just why these mortals souls hold so much power. Why these feble beings can live on without soul and have no pain. Especally why these creatures could invent something as needed as lying and use it without pay. New Angels sigh and cry everytime these little biggernotes do anything, its all so reckless and stupid. They can't even comprehand how these things came up with morals and compassion, only to turn around and be incredibly cruel, hateful and selfish. (Unaware that long ago their origins crafted these very principles. To them it doesn't matter that these things have a curiosity nobody can comprehand, the want to befriend beings that don't even share their blood, a thing called adrenaline that stops panic from killing them, muscles so strong that if flexed correctly could brake their bones, that the only thing stoping them from biting off their arms being their strange minds. Well it does matter, everybody's curious. Nobody knows how these flesh bags survive due to their everything. Seriously they can survive being hit by a car but not hiting their heads on a counter top. They achieved flight by propelling metal into the sky and moving it around up there. They go on spaceships, look at beeping lights and say 'that's fine we can fix that'. Despite their intellgence Aliens/Vampires/New Angels don't understand them. *But that's okay it's not like it important to understand them* To be frank the only creature that knows of humans past is Lucifer, after all he was the one of only new gen Angels that witnessed the transformation. Afterall when he posioned Adam and Eve they claiming them as spouse, saying some nonsense about becoming mortals and having them carry their lineages. ....Oh and Humans, they definatly know. I mean it's hard not to when you have wings, same with their mothers and their cousins and about every human they've ever met. I mean Marcy nextdoor has a lovely pair of Monarch Butterfly wings and tripled layered ears, paired with a goats hooves. Carlo at swimming class has Batwings that tatter into star light and about three set of eyes, it also doesn't help that his arms aren't attached at the elbows and instead just float there. Also their parents definatly taught them magic when they were 5 Why does nobody else notice this? Well because who walks around with their wings and features out that just preverted, think of children. There are reasons why there are special hiding collors for swimming and sleepovers. As for magic? Well that's just irresponsible to use in public, what if you hurt someone or embrass yourself. Of course children don't understand this and have to wear modesty braclets, though not everyone agrees with that. What? Why are you mad? It not like their hiding it, what do you mean you didn't know? It's pretty common knowledge, we've been writing for centuries.

[jellyfishfromthevoid]

Fantasy Found-family (Hunter)

You draw your axe ready to swing at the monster. Your going to chop of it hedious head and rip out the snakes one by one, just like your husband told you to do. When this is over you'll finally get what you want...him. Before you can lob of it's head a cry rings out. The monster runs toward the sound. It going to kill the child, you have to...he'd be mad if he found out you ruined this. He'll never love you if you mess up...if you walk away from the kill for a child. But, the monsters is there and you do have to be near it to kill it. ...The Gorgan craddles the child in her arms. She's crying or at least her snakes are. The babe in her arm's is stone... You charge at the Gorgan, the baby killer. You want to screech that this is done in the name of your husband for humanity, you can't. The babe babbles, hands outstreched to the monster's snake locks. Eyes an all consuming green...the babe is the monster too. You have to kill it...you must kill it...your husband told you to kill them all. You don't realise the Gorgan has noticed you or the suprise on her face. You don't register the hand on your cheek or the fingers corresing your scars. You don't register the monster asking who did this. You do look into her golden eyes, their warmer then your husbands. Shouldn't eyes that turn you to stone be cold? How should you know your clay, broken clay. He wanted more from you, you couldn't be more. You broke and this time you failed.

[jellyfishfromthevoid]

The Angel on your shoulder and the Devil on the other

Your 20 and it's your first year at Universty (you took a gap year to vist france) and like everyone else on this plant you got your Fundmental Conscious Aid (or Judgy as everyone calls them) at 18. However instead of getting a darling little angel to balance out the devil your stuck with you got two...two devils On the left there is Shelly, a 70's housewife that definatly killed her husband...and her second...and how many others came after that. Other then that she's an complete darling. Tells you what to mix to get stains out of the carpet, how to clean the oven, even how to make small talk. She once told you the best way to kiss a girl and then get rid of the evidence...unprompted On the right there is Bradney. No he's not some frat bro from the early 2000's, instead he was a builder in medival normandy. Thanks to Bradney you actually learnt french, well Norman French swear words. Bradney's the one that tells you how to down a keg as quickly as possible, how to put down a wolf with your bare hands and how to make a castle as spacious and structurally sound as possible. He's also been around the block before, so you better get used to a mix of Norman 'slang', 80's popculture refrences and early 50's insults. He also knows how exactly to build a rocket because of the last guy he Judged for. (You'r pretty sure he's got HSAM) Whenever you face any personal problem, you better bet the advice you get is murder. Bradney often suggest you do it with bare hands and metal axe, you have to remind him that you have neither the muscle or medival weaponry for that. Shelly's always suggests calculated homiced using household appliences (she got pouty when she found out not a lot of people have gas stoves anymore). They've unanimous decide boiling sugerwater will be how you kill your first man. So yeah, your in univeristy with a Norman man who won't stop making starwars references and 70's house wife who is painfully neither in or out the closet...both of which would squel in joy if you break someone's hand. One teaches you how to cook, One helps you with your school work and none of you know how to do taxes.

[jellyfishfromthevoid]

The Angel on your shoulder and the Devil on the other

Your 20 and it's your first year at Universty (you took a gap year to vist france) and like everyone else on this plant you got your Fundmental Conscious Aid (or Judgy as everyone calls them) at 18. However instead of getting a darling little angel to balance out the devil your stuck with you got two...two devils On the left there is Shelly, a 70's housewife that definatly killed her husband...and her second...and how many others came after that. Other then that she's an complete darling. Tells you what to mix to get stains out of the carpet, how to clean the oven, even how to make small talk. She once told you the best way to kiss a girl and then get rid of the evidence...unprompted On the right there is Bradney. No he's not some frat bro from the early 2000's, instead he was a builder in medival normandy. Thanks to Bradney you actually learnt french, well Norman French swear words. Bradney's the one that tells you how to down a keg as quickly as possible, how to put down a wolf with your bare hands and how to make a castle as spacious and structurally sound as possible. He's also been around the block before, so you better get used to a mix of Norman 'slang', 80's popculture refrences and early 50's insults. He also knows how exactly to build a rocket because of the last guy he Judged for. (You'r pretty sure he's got HSAM) Whenever you face any personal problem, you better bet the advice you get is murder. Bradney often suggest you do it with bare hands and metal axe, you have to remind him that you have neither the muscle or medival weaponry for that. Shelly's always suggests calculated homiced using household appliences (she got pouty when she found out not a lot of people have gas stoves anymore). They've unanimous decide boiling sugerwater will be how you kill your first man. So yeah, your in univeristy with a Norman man who won't stop making starwars references and 70's house wife who is painfully neither in or out the closet...both of which would squel in joy if you break someone's hand. One teaches you how to cook, One helps you with your school work and none of you know how to do taxes.

[jellyfishfromthevoid]

so I don’t lose this gem

Things about fighting I always wish made it into Batfamily fics, in no specific order:

The weird way people flip up their tongues to protect their teeth before a fight (if they’re not wearing a mask/mouthpiece)

Exhaling right when you’re about to be hit during a fight so it reduces pain/impact and your body doesn’t tense up

People getting yanked around by ponytails/longer hair (and how much that fucking HURTS)

The fact that you can’t really prepare to get the wind knocked out of you, it just happens and it sucks no matter how well trained you are

Feeling vasodilation start before a fight begins because of the adrenaline surge and increased heart rate

The Batkids taking cues from Cass and targeting an opponent’s weaknesses during a fight (limps, old injuries or scars, preference for right handed weapons, etc)

Night vision/low light vision - the domino masks automatically adjust their vision so they don’t need to wait between bright lights and darkness, but others do

At a certain point you really can’t run anymore - maybe Bruce-as-Batman can, but a teen will tap out from a chase a lot sooner

[jellyfishfromthevoid]

Steph: *bursts into the manor library where Duke and Cass are reading* guys! I figured it out!

Duke: what?

Steph: this stupid mega heist in that lab!

Duke: the one where someone stole a whole ass room?

Steph: yes! It was the fucking octopuses!

Duke:...

Steph: *unhinged grin*

Duke: *pits the book down and leans forward* okay, you gotta explain that one

Steph: it's so simple *massages her head while giggling like a pssycho* the octopuses want to develop something on their secret lab, but have a massive problem...

Cass: *signal to continue*

Steph: they ran out of money! *chuckles* the stupid octopuses ran out of money, so they thought of a cheaper approach...

Duke & Cass: *share looks*

Steph: the multiverse!

Steph: they just create holes into other universes, look for their alternative selves and let them do all the job for them! and they don't even have to pay for it! so, once it's finished they steal it back to their home dimension! It's the biggest scam in the multiverse!

Cass:...

Duke:...

Steph:...

Duke: on an ideal world, I would already be laughing my ass off, Cass would be taking you to bed so you can sleep for the first time in possibly weeks and, once you where awake again, we would look again for clues...

...

Duke: *putting on his helmet* so why the fuck did your hypothesis made sense?

Cass: why did we believe it?

Steph: why the fuck was it correct?

Duke: why does Cass know how to make a dimensional portal? and how is this the most normal thing I've done this week?