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venomousreaper‌:

Sand had ended up closing his eyes, just enjoying the air and quiet that the area he was in brought him. If he doesn’t think about anything it almost feels like his home, but its still missing so much. The noise of his Demons, and the sound of the creatures that his home has. Its not fully right, but for now its close enough.

His phone making that noise again, brings him out of relaxing. He wonders if he can change that noise it makes. He would have to study it more when he wasn’t getting messages from who was on the other side.

Still, the message explained some and gave him more questions. He knew company was a rare term for people to use on his world, most tended to use guilds. So perhaps it was something like that the other was talking about? As for Vice President he really wasn’t sure what that was. He guessed it was just a high place in the group, but not the leader? Yeah that would probably be right.

In his thoughts the other messages came though, and he wasn’t sure how to answer. He already knew this wasn’t his home to that wouldn’t help, as for year? he never kept track of that at his home. Only the seasons and the moon so he could know what day it was about.

[To:M] [From:Sand]

Text: not sure what year it is Text: only know this city isnt my home  Text: i dont think anyone knows how they got here

M climbs up and up, utilizing the smallest handholds that would be impossible for human fingers to find traction on. It finds itself at the peak of the building and sits with a huff on the very edge, legs dangling over the abyss. From here it can see a major portion of the city as well as a divide to the east where both the style of structures and geography differ wildly.

It can think of a hundred reasons why a city might be artificially divided into different sections but zeroes in on one that rings particularly true for Morgan. This city, this place is an experiment and they are the subjects.

Its frown transforms into a scowl as it reads Sand’s message, grinding its back teeth. This conversation was getting it nowhere fast, filled with useless information.

Instead of getting mad, M breathed in through the nose and out through the mouth. In, out, in, out. It was not a mindless thing that reacted to the slightest adversity. It was Morgan, M, a thinking Typhon who could reason out how it had gotten here and perhaps, in time, where here was.

[To: Sand] [From: M]

txt: Can’t remember how I got here either. txt: If you find anything about this city, don’t hesitate to share. txt: OK txt: ?

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Alex Theme -/ Prey (2017) Mick Gordon

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I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.

Vladimir Nabokov (via quotemadness)

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supergirl sentence meme: episode 4-6

you’re safe here. 

saving the world means everybody. 

you promised me that you were gonna be here. 

i’m just- i’m freaking out. 

she was mad at me for you not dating enough. 

chocolate pecan pie is the best dessert in the galaxy. 

you always looked great in blue. 

i mean, she does kind of give off a sapphic vibe.

we can watch orphan bIack after. 

you’re always warning me about something. that’s our dynamic. 

if i could legally adopt her, i would. 

people don’t want your brand of negativity anymore. they want optimism, hope, positivity. 

if the weather’s getting you down, don’t worry. it never lasts. 

she has always come down hard on me for not protecting you. 

i truly hate hospitals. 

how much longer until it’s appropriate for us to leave? 

you and i both know that you’re tougher than a bolt of lightning. 

i don’t understand how you could allow this. 

she’s going to do things that you don’t like. 

you know better. you should have stopped her. 

the stars aren’t going anywhere. 

you lied to me for years.

 she risks her life to protect other people, and she’s a hero. and yet, i do the same, and i’m in trouble? 

you were always so much harder on her than me. 

and you and i– we’re gonna have words. 

i’ve transcended. do you really care how or why? 

i didn’t get where i am by running and hiding from a fight. 

sounds like you’ve got your hands full here. 

you’re useless. 

everything i am, everything i have, is because of her constant pushing. 

you always make the hard choice. you look to help others before yourself. 

i wanted you to be better than me. 

i can draw her out, but then we’ll have to work together. 

cool, it’s like ghostbusters. 

i really wanted one of you to watch the other one die. 

congratulations, you have the wit of a youtube comment.

i wonder if i have enough power to stop your heart. 

the world is full of so much noise and snark - much of it, we generate. 

there’s a lot i don’t know about you. and that should probably change. 

who cares what that guy says? 

she’s taking on way too much, way too fast. 

people who click don’t spy on each other! 

if someone’s targeting one of my assets, i want to know who it is. 

please don’t yell at me, this isn’t my job. 

i didn’t know that she could smile if it wasn’t based on cruelty to others. 

i didn’t tell you about it because i knew you would have this reaction. 

get me a salad for lunch. i don’t care what kind as long as it has a cheeseburger on top. 

she is living down to my expectations by prioritising her career over my own. 

you know how sometimes people just want to help other people? 

so, you think that if you do me this favour, i will owe you something. 

that sounds like a woman who knows what she wants. 

okay. that is cool. 

she’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she smells nice– hell. even i want to date her. 

well, was she out saving the world? 

my mom says it’s okay to be a nerd. she says if you can face your fears and come out of your shell, then nerds can win in the end. 

i prefer not to rely on the government to solve my problems. 

i’m trying to change the world. so anyone invested in maintaining the status quo would be interested in targeting me. 

and here, i thought we had something special. 

i believe there’s no higher calling than helping others. 

the world needs a new kind of hero. 

i’ve never met anyone worth trusting. 

that is a very lonely way to live. 

you are staying home. 

i don’t know what i would do without you. 

you do not seem like the kind of person who gets frazzled.

just because i look a certain way on the outside, everyone assumes it matches the way i feel on the inside. 

i don’t put much faith in the government’s idea of protection. 

what happened to you was a tragedy. i’m trying to prevent another one. 

be honest, your heart was never really in it. 

i’m starting to think you have a thing for me.

i want to help you. i understand what it’s like to be overwhelmed, but you are not alone. i can help you. 

please, do not kill all of those people. 

we had an epic nerf gun battle. 

you have just stumbled upon the most annoying question of the century and you are so young that you do not even realise it. 

far too many women burn out trying to do too much before they’re ready. 

you can have it all, just not at once and not right away. and not with that hair. use conditioner, for god’s sake. 

in the end, you can’t control people. 

easy peasy fresh and squeezy. 

i suspect that whoever is responsible for these attacks might be curious about you.

the fun is just beginning.

you cut me off, dude! 

watch where you’re going next time! 

you cannot lose control like that! 

those idiots nearly killed people, and you’re getting mad at me? 

that’s the thing. i am not mad, i am controlling my anger. i suggest you get into the habit. 

i’m just glad these two men were only in the hospital, and not in the morgue.

call me old-fashioned, but i still prefer male doctors. 

i need to find out what really happened to him. you’re the only one who can help us. 

we have an executive order forcing you to comply. 

game night is the last shred of normalcy that remains in our lives. 

maybe the roar of the ocean will drown out the sound of her voice. or maybe it will just drown her. or me. 

don’t you think you’ve made enough of a fool of yourself over him for one day?

everyone’s noticed how you throw yourself at him. 

you should try being a little bit more professional. 

it helps when you really know your partner. 

it’s like when you see a movie star in person and you’re like ‘is that it?‘ 

i don’t say this often, but i am craving a good fight right now.

i’ve invested too much time and effort into this. 

i’ve been screaming your name over and over for the past minute and a half. ninety seconds, i have been boiling alive in my office. ninety seconds, each of which, if amortised to reflect my earnings, is worth more than your yearly salary. 

don’t talk to me like that! please! i work so hard for you! i don’t ask questions, i don’t complain, and all you do is yell at me and tell me i’m not good enough! and it’s mean! why are you so mean?! 

i didn’t mean that. i don’t know what happened. i just snapped. 

chop chop.

hope no one’s trying to kill me this time. 

i’m not the bad guy. 

it’s gone rogue, and i need your help to find it. 

if you want to prove to me that you’re not the bad guy, then help me find the real one. 

‘never trust a man who doesn’t drink, because he’s probably a self-righteous sort– a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time.‘ 

play nice. 

you’re not good enough for her. 

you ally yourself with people you think are special. but that doesn’t make you special. and i think you know that. 

here’s the thing: everybody gets angry. there is no pill that will eradicate this particular emotion. i know this because if there were such a pill, i would be popping those babies like pez. 

you apologise too much, which is a separate, although not unrelated, problem.

whatever you do, you cannot get angry at work. especially when you’re a girl. 

he picked up a chair and he threw it out of the window because somebody missed a deadline. and no, he didn’t open the window first. 

that would’ve been professional and cultural suicide.

the real key is that you need to figure out what’s really bothering you. 

you weren’t really mad at me.

 you need to find that anger behind the anger. figure out what’s really making you mad.

i’m not gonna let you hurt them!

you saved my life. 

you let that thing get away- i thought you were on our side. 

he used your humanity against you. and now more innocent humans could be in danger. 

you seem to only help people if it helps you. 

i’ve seen what happens to the selfless. 

wow! and i thought rocky balboa practicing on dead cows was cool. 

girls are taught to smile and keep it inside. 

it’s not like black men are encouraged to be angry in public. 

say what you’re mad about and then let the fists fly. 

i hate how my emotions get the best of me! 

i hate that i’m never gonna have a normal life!

i’m realising that being myself doesn’t make me feel more normal. and it never will. 

think you can keep your cool this time? 

i’m not afraid of my anger anymore. i can use it. channel it to work for me, not against me. 

you’ll have to kill me.

we are on the same team. 

i hope that one day, when you realise what a terrible mistake you’ve made, it won’t be too late.

you’re my hero. 

you don’t get to talk to her that way. 

i understand that you have always been threatened by my success and you try and elevate yourself by denigrating me. 

be careful, you might cut yourself. 

i’m bleeding.

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loved prey

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Character solidifying!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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augurdivinus‌:

The Scholar’s face pinched in reflex at every minuscule movement of the grip around his throat. This was not heading in the direction he had hoped for… Still, the close proximity allowed for him to truly examine the other’s form. Despite the fear pumping through his veins, his expression was oddly relaxed as he considered the creature’s face, becoming especially familiar with evenly spaced ‘jaws’ that protruded from where the mouth would have been, had this been a normal human being as it had first appeared.

“Oh, you must be flattering yourself, I’d hardly call you a test subject at this point, we’ve only just met! Withdrawing a few ounces of blood is hardly befitting of such a title.” 

Eyeing the creature’s strange, almost insect-like body, he was admittedly curious as to how it had managed to fold such a body into the compact shape of a human. And that face, how intriguing the way it split open like that…!

Without much thought into his actions, he reached over and stuck his hand into the other’s mandibles. 

The man’s word would have been enough for M to puzzle over, analyze and asses that with the element of surprise removed he was no threat at all. M did not receive such a reprieve, mandibles forcibly parted by the intruding warm, fleshy hand. A flip switched, its mass rippling, its grip turned iron.

It sees Micolash without seeing him, sees a mass of carbon with a rich nest of neurons tucked away behind easily accessed ports. But first the appendage. Silicon reinforced spurs rise up from the lining of its throat and mouth, comes down hard on the carbon until it tastes rich haemoglobin. A free hand rises to grip the rungs of the cage, surging through to grasp‒

‘I need to know if you see us. I mean really see us’, Alex is saying but it struggles to comprehend the sounds, the meaning therein. It lets go, allows Morgan’s memories to surge up and translate in its steed. 

Alex extends a hand. ‘Take my hand if you do.’

No. No. No.

It isn’t a mindless Typhon.

In an instant it surges backward, mandibles slackening to release the mutilated hand and the few, severed fingers that fall to the pavement. The TranStar uniform appears on its person first, disguise moving upward until the furrowed face of Morgan Yu glowers back at Micolash. 

"Next time, I'll take the whole arm." M delivers the warning with only a smolder of rage as it holds back an inferno to a chorus of kill him, kill him, bash in his skull, kill him..

It licks its lips and frowns. Burning ozone lingers on its palette, tongue alight with pinpricks of heat.

“You’re not human.” 

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dragxns‌:

“What purpose do you have in following me?”

Hanzo stated bluntly towards the perpetrator after he hears that pitiful attempt of an excuse. Considering the complicated path he took that lead nowhere, it was obvious that this stranger wanted something from him. If he were to make an assumption, it was likely that this man was a petty thief looking for their next target.

“And don’t bother denying it, I’ve noticed for a while now. ”

"If your intention is to mug me, I have nothing of value, so you can go elsewhere.”

Hanzo stated as he’d keep his eyes centered towards this man’s direction, while it was unfavorable for him to get into fights, even with his lack of weapons he was still more then capable of holding his own.

Lie tried and failed.

M touches its face to imitate a thoughtful gesture courtesy of Morgan and was genuinely startled to feel stubble across a broad jaw. Somewhere along the way it had shifted form to resemble not the flesh and blood Morgan Yu but a what if of Morgan re-imagined as a man. A concept it had been toying with only to abandon when it had unsettled Alex.

It held up a hand to show it meant no harm. “Only a question. Your legs,” it pointed to the odd metallic boots that had been the initial draw. “They look artificial. I–” the syllable caught on its teeth, has to be forced out on a hard consonant, “–wanted to know if they were. That’s all.”

For added effect it shrugged, a jerky motion that still conveyed the nonchalant attitude it wanted.

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From the scant description M had extracted from the armor clad knight, this surely had to be a troll.

Probably. The grey toned skin and bloodshot eyes were decidedly inhuman while the multicolored horns dredged up memories on tales of red Oni. The resemblance became more glaring as it approached; the muscular physique, the height, claws in place of nail beds and the strange facial markings. Only when M stood before her did it realize it was caked on paint which just raised more questions.

"Am I right assuming you're a troll?" Conscious effort was given to add the uplift of a question to three sentence's end, M well aware that it was dealing with a different species. Precision was key.

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This must be one of those adult humans her friend had told her about. They were a fair bit taller, but nowhere near as tall as the troll herself. A lot less weak and pathetic looking, though. So they have that going for them.

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Well, if everyone is exposing their skin then M sees no reason not to join. Of course baring its skin simply means forgoing Morgan's appearance and walking the streets as a 7 foot tall Typhon that only vaugely resembled a proper Phantom.

It certainly cut a clear a path through a crowd.

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Permanent Starter Call

As both past and present Morgan aren’t super great at making and keeping friends, here’s a permanent starter call & relationship plotter.

By liking this post, you should be cool with me: writing starters for you, replying to your mini/opens, and so on and so forth. If you do like this post please send an IM with a number so we can get started plotting.

1. Acquaintance If you’ve interacted with Morgan at least once, you are automatically in this category. Since it struggles to distinguish between individual faces try to have a distinctive features like a funky hair style or a cool jacket.

2. Friend Gaining Morgan's trust is a difficult task but if your can manage to so, Morgan will die for you. Or least get into a fist fight if someone starts shit with. Perks include free repairs to all malfunctioning appliances, shared drinks, and general cool alien shenanigans.

3. Familial Morgan very much misses Alex despite the frankly toxic environment at home. It has some... interesting notions about what it means to be family and will put up with a lot if ot feels such a connection. Morgan might even sleep around to if you're at this level and diss the hot goss as its youngest sibling vibes begin to shine through. You will be pranked.

4. Enemies If you try to stand in the way of Morgan’s research or restrict its freedom, you’re on its shit list. Morgan very much holds grudges to an absurd extent. You will make enemy for life but depending on your crimes the rivalry may be lean on the lighthearted side.

5. Student Looking for a teacher in Engineering or Neurology? Then Morgan is the teacher for you if you can deal with its eccentricities which are numerous. While Morgan does not teach classes it may take interest in talented or persistent individuals and share some of its knowledge with them.

6. Romance If cuddling a furance made of gently vibrating silicon reinforced multicellular organisms acting as one mass of your preference, Morgan is single but not quite ready to mingle. Trust is not easily earned but you can prove yourself it, maybe it will consider something beyond friendship. Please keep in mind that Morgan is exclusively attracted to female aligned individuals. This includes trans and nombinary women regardless of what pronouns they may use).

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Without the ability to compress, twist, alter its mass into other forms M had been relegated to baseline stalking. It was not glamorous, forcing an already straining body to lie as flat as possible against brick and mortar while matching its soft footfalls with its quarry’s. But it can’t continue forever and the game comes to a sudden, abrupt end.

M straightens and steps out from behind an assortment of old heating ducts, taking in the man’s alert stance and the narrow confines of the alley. The various objects that it could re-purpose as impromptu weapon.

More over, the urge to mimic, to hide adapt hide was one it could not fufill and only stoked M’s short nerves. The knowledge that Hanzo saw not an alien but Morgan Yu, hair slightly disheveled and eyes hard and absolutely commonplace, soothed M’s worries. It did not stand out. It was in no danger so long as it played its part.

“It isn’t illegal to walk in the same direction. As you. Is it.”

@neuromods has roused the dragon

Hanzo stops in his tracks as he softly shuts his eyes, there was something very off and he had a very familiar feeling in his gut. Someone was tracking him and following his footsteps, considering the purposely complicated paths he took which went nowhere, eventually leading himself into an alleyway. 

Although he was stuck here on this island and it was highly unlikely, there was no ruling out the possibility of this being an assassin sent after him to end his life. Unfortunately without his bow or any form of weapon to defend himself with, holding his own in battle would be very difficult.

Hopefully this wasn’t the case.

“I know you’re there, show yourself.“

Hanzo calls out in the open, hopefully he’ll get some sort of response back and this little game could come to an end.

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continuation of @augurdivinus‘ poor life decisions

The swirling white eyespots shifted every so slightly to gaze at the aloft syringe, the skin around its petal like mouth rippling while it considered the man’s flowery excuse. M had no intention of allowing a stranger to draw mimicked blood that would revert to Typhon cells the moment contact was broken although the sight brought back memories.

No, not memories per say. Memories required an ‘I’, an internal position from which to consider the immediate and far flung past. A collection of stimuli of its capture, the injections of Morgan’s cultured neurons could be called forth but it was more like watching a slideshow than remembering. A blessing in disguise considering how utterly painful the procedure has been, the amount of rejections.

M’s grip tightened. It was done being a guinea pig.

“No deal. You can fin another test subject.” Its hand shot out to seize Microlash’s wrist, to squeeze until the pressure either caused fracture or forced him to drop the instrument.

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M’s eyes narrowed, the cohesion of Morgan Yu split apart from the sudden rush of emotion to reveal the black, erratic shadows of its true alien nature.

“Start talking,” it warned, voice pitched low and staccatoed, like spoken through a filter. It did, in recogniztion that he needed breath, ease a crushing grip to a more manageable but no less inescapable squeeze.

✂️

✂ = threatening them .

So maybe trying to sneak a blood sample was not a smart idea. He didn’t even see the other turn around before he had a hand to his throat.

“P-perhaps we can come to a more civil conclusion?” It was a bit hard to choke it out with his windpipe in the process of being crushed, but he offered the other a wobbly smile to try and ease the situation.

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IT'S A BOX OF FUCKIN' TAPEWORMS BABY! YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

It stares at the box which is noticeably wet on the bottom from the writhing contents within. Placing one hand flat on the box it pushes it back into the arms of the human with a firm shake of the head. "No."

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⭐ do it, pull the trigger

Send in a ⭐, and I’ll rate your muse in the style of Welcome To My Meme Page!

“ The whole badass scientist who gets shit done thing is pretty fuckin’ dope if ya ask me. Plus, y’know, space is cool. Could always learn a thing or two. But hey let’s not forget those alien powers too cause boy is that shit wild. So y’know I think this overall counts as a five outta five. Congratulations on being a cool space scientist alien hybrid thing who’s also pretty. ”