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Aboard an alien ship, a captive Human sits in the cell with the captain of the aliens interrogating them. Not long after, the Human gets antsy. The captain demands why.
"Why do I hear boss music?" The Human asked.
The aliens didn't understand what they meant by that, so they smacked the Human before scoffing and turning around, only to come face to face with another Human armed with a cadaver and a hunting knife.
"Why'd you bring a knife to a gun fight?" The captive Human was mildly miffed.
Though that didn't matter, the other Human dominated the captain and forced him to return them to their colony.
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Humans can smell rain!
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Strange Incidents and a Human [Chapter 25]
Good evening from my end, here to upload more of my stories while I continue to seek alternative ways to prewrite this series. I've explained most of this back in Chapter 23. Enjoy!
Winnie the Human had never felt more taxed in keeping "his" unusual strength a secret. "He" had been keeping it a secret for years, even to the point where their boyfriend didn't know where they had gotten the boxer-level strength. Winnie the Human didn't want to think about where they had gotten it. It was a horrifying memory, and they wondered if it was ever real, it having happened when they were barely in college when they nearly tossed their former teen brother Paul from the rooftops. They could never forget how incredibly light their younger brother was in that moment, when "he" finally snapped back into reality.
Their parents were concerned, and the only one who truly knew where they had gotten the sudden strength was their Aunt Sally. Though she looked like she knew, she so badly wanted to tell them, but it was for all safety reasons that they wish they knew more about.
For the time being, however, all they could say was that they had lived an extreme Northerner life that "he" didn't notice how strong "he" was until they were in civilization for "his" paratrooper training. What "he" couldn't explain, however, was how bulky "he" was in comparison to "his" early college days.
Winnie the Human couldn't wait to retire or see what did render them unable to work. They just couldn't handle the taxing dysphoria and homophobia any longer. "He" was glad to have helped save so many people while someone else was taking all the glory, as glory wasn't what they were looking for.
"His" job was even more important after the devastating explosion that had happened in California that had felt like yesterday to them. They were glad that their boyfriend had barely gotten out, swerving into a car crash from the ripples that had followed the devastating blow. Winnie paused mid-rep in "his" pull-up. "He" remained in the lost state as "he" was scared of what would have happened if the car crash was deadly or had he been in the explosion.
They trembled as they let out an audible sob that had been hiding in the back of their throat for years, finally dropping as they curled up with their head in their hands, attempting to hold in the tears but it fell through their fingers. "He" breathed heavily as "he" tried wiping away the tears and recollecting "himself" to get back into "his" free time training, but the tears refused to stop. How glad "he" was to be alone in the gym. "He" picked up "his" gear and stormed out of the gym in a flurry as "he" ignored "his" colleagues as "he" made "his" way to their room.
Edwin slammed the door as soon as someone was about to ask how he was holding up, though ignored it. The mess that was the presumed man stared into the mirror after sloshing cold water on their face. They just stared, both the "man" and Winnie. Getting discharged honorably or otherwise was within reach, though they couldn't believe how much time they had wasted just because of their suspicious super strength. They should have left as soon as possible the moment he suspiciously healed better than good after his femur had broken. They should have just left.
But they didn't. Ever since Vancouver, they had been set ablaze to help bring support to the survivors. They stood up from leaning on the sink counter, recalling the opportunity to go into space the other day. He had deeply considered it, but dismissed it before he had learned that his family was suddenly off world. He wondered why. They had no answer for it despite being the stranger thing than the assumed man.
Winnie stared back at Edwin in the mirror, scowling finally as they made their decision to quit and figure out how to contact their Aunt Sally for a place to stay. Where they were going to find her, they didn't know. They had heard that their homes burned down, as well as Aunt Sally's party business.
It was suspicious, but they knew better than to assume they were all dead. They knew well of Sally's history, but not as much. They used the fires as a cover to move out without a word. All the valuables were taken, so they knew that their own valuables he left with their parents would have been taken. He stared back at Winnie in the mirror, then decided to track down whomever worked with and knew his twin siblings.
He had to get the information before he left and quit, however. Because as far as he knew, he didn't know jack about how to obtain information aside from the technology he worked with. Of course he would rebuild the materials, but that would be illegal and suspicious. A person rebuilding a tracking system after quitting his day job in the paratrooper business? Yeah, that wasn't going to fly too well even if he was figuring out how to get them off-world.
Winnie widened his eyes, forgetting that the story of his Aunt Sally being in space despite little to no space shuttle training didn't make sense to him. And that they were in space in his youth! Winnie and Edwin couldn't help but to laugh together, having finally decided to admit what had happened to them that whatever warranted him suddenly gained superior strength. He shook his head as he stared back into the mirror at Winnie. Things finally started to add up for him. What he was going to do with it, however, they didn't know.
Either way, he prepared what was needed after a good shower. They also had to find their boyfriend afterwards to check in on him. It was about time to invest their life in something other than saving people in his line of work. He waved to Winnie in the mirror as he started packing their things to prepare to leave and quit.
Sally
"Alright, everyone!" Sally claps her hands to get their attention. "Try not to destroy my space station while Director Try'fad and I bring Meekoo to her home world, Gao!"
The family acknowledged her concern, before going back to what they were doing with the crew who were off the clock. They've heard rumors that Gao had a Human with them, so it won't be much of a concern for a disguised Sally to be walking with a Gaoian. How they were going to communicate with the Gaoians, they didn't know, since their data systems were still out of date and were still in the process of retrieving updated information.
"Mama Sally, how am I going to talk to the people who are supposed to be my people?" Meekoo scratched her head in concern, shaking in fear of what her acting Mamas would be accused of.
"I don't know, we're hoping that we have a translator so we don't have to implant the last minute to talk to them." Sally gently hugged her, which probably felt like a tight hug, in assurance. "We just have to hope that you still remember some remnants of your home language so you can tell them you didn't learn more of your language."
"I also look like what my first Mama looked like…" Meekoo's ears pushed far back, wondering of the implications of her fur patterns. "What are they going to think? Am I supposed to be a Mama?"
Sally didn't know the answer as much as she did. They did get information at the last minute and were going to meet one of the associates, as their leader was busy managing other things.
"What is expected of me?" Meekoo continued, "Is the system anything like Human systems?"
Sally just stared a moment longer at the Gaoian she had helped raise. She still didn't have the answers.
Sally looked to where her husband was coming from, wondering where he was as she expected him to follow to explore the stars with her. She also wondered where Amandaline was, as this was her chance to visit Meekoo's home world.
"Hold those questions for your home world." Sally mended, looking back to the Gaoian. "As much as I know, I don't know much."
"Alright." Meekoo snorted out in dismay.
Amandaline could be heard dragging the lankier man as she was excited to visit her best friend's home world, the taller man barely fixing his tie as it was held in one hand mid-twist before he could actually tie it. The Human child excitedly bounced in place as she waited with Meekoo while the older man fixed his tie with the shake of his head and slight laughter. He faces Sally afterwards, wondering what they're going to do.
"My sweet, we are going to wear these nifty cloaks that hide our faces completely." Sally briefly explained. "Meekoo and our pilot will be the only ones without their faces hidden. Also considering how small Amandaline is, I think they're going to think she's a Corti."
"Do you think they will know we are Humans?" Slink asked as he took the cloak given to him.
"It will take them a while." Sally nodded, slipping her cloak on in demonstration. "Here's how you turn it on."
Meanwhile, Amandaline already knew how to put on the cloak, so she and Meekoo went aboard the ship to meet the pilot escorting them. She was one of the Corti crew, but she was more reserved than her counterparts. They tried striking up conversation with her, but the pilot barely budged, even if they could tell she was interested in the pair and what they intend to do if they get around the adventuring age, and how they would fare among the stars.
"I appreciate your company, but I need to make sure my ship is ready to run." The Corti pilot bowed in respect, going back to running diagnostics before they departed. "Feel free to observe, it could be a good lesson on overseeing how spaceships are prepared for assurance."
Meekoo already knew how to pilot, her gaze observing an excited Amandaline as she watched and read the controls while the pilot simply explained in a comprehensive manner, being patient with the child.
"Like Flight Simulator but for the mobile phone!" Amandaline glimmered excitedly. She picked up the controls faster than they had both assumed.
They didn't know what Flight Simulator in her context as of yet, but they assumed it was fun but with a terrible title in her perspective.
"Yes, I think, except you actually die if the flight isn't perfect." The pilot puts on a smile, "These ships don't take very kindly to any impact outside of regular flight patterns."
"Oh, I know." Amandaline shrugs. "That's what makes it more fun!"
"You take so much after Corporal Sally." The pilot smiled tightly, unsure of what else to say about her.
"That's why she's my great Aunt." Amandaline flipped the control that didn't do anything while the ship was off, idling as she waited for Sally and Slink to board. "How soon does she need to head out?"
"The Corporal doesn't take this long." The pilot stared out the window with a concerned look. "Must be the good Director. In comparison to you Humanoids, the rest of us don't walk very fast. A jog to you is a sprint to us."
"Want me to see how Try'fad is doing?" Amandaline put the switch back into its original place before she started playing with it.
"To see if you Humanoids are too fast, if you please." The pilot nodded.
Amandaline eagerly dashed out of the room, confirming what the pilot had mentioned about them before. The pilot and Meekoo flinched from the apparent sudden speed Amandaline seemed to have hidden moments prior. They expected it, for certain, but it would never fail to surprise them, coughing slightly from the sudden shift in the air currents being disrupted, before it quickly stabilized.
"Meekoo, you have made one of the greatest friends." The pilot laughed.
"So did you." Meekoo chittered in delight. "You're an amazing pilot, imagine how Amandaline will be in your place when you need to rest."
"You believe so?" She perked up, "But you are going to be the next best pilot."
"Yeah, but Amandaline has the fastest reaction time I've ever seen. Even in your simulation play while teaching her how to activate this ship." Meekoo tilted her head. "Amandaline is the best candidate."
"Meekoo, we need as many pilot's as we can." She softly smiled, endearing. "You know that. Who knows, you might be separated from us on your own. Or other species might need a great pilot to assess the situation. I know it's very daunting, but it never hurts to be prepared. That is why we have flight classes for everyone in their free time."
Meekoo thought about it after a moment, before smiling again, which was what the pilot was looking for.
"Thank you, Godmother." Meekoo swayed in content. "Does this mean I finally get to know your real name?"
"Another time, Meekoo." The pilot laughed. "Calling me Godmother is good enough."
The pilot wondered why the Gaoian had taken such an extensive liking to an old woman like her. The pilot wondered if it was due to the lack of connection to the Gaoian's culture? She didn't know as of yet, going back to make one last look over the controls before a sprinting Vzk'tk director and a sudden following Rrrrtktktkp'ch boarded. She was taken aback, perking up as she ran her hands over her ears to calm her nerves. She watched them pass by her door, followed by the laughing only-son of Try'fad, and his friend, Amandaline. She wondered what in the void the young Human did to warrant such a terrifying event by small species standards. She didn't have time to ask as soon as Sally and Slink boarded, and prepared for takeoff.
"Amandaline!" Meekoo chittered slightly, wondering why her Rrrrtktktkp'ch godfather was following. "What is going on?"
The pilot listened intently, her ear perking up slightly as she wanted to know why a Rrrrtktktkp'ch was following all of the sudden.
"I made the scary sound that both older Vizk-teks and Rick-a-tchick-chicks hate." Amandaline shrugged. "I didn't know he was with her."
"And what sound would that be?" Meekoo wondered, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.
The pilot gave her full attention to them as the ship was in autopilot after cloaking. She still wanted to know why there was suddenly a full crew when she expected just the Humans, Meekoo, and Director Try'fad and her son.
"The sound of a Hunter!" The Rrrrtktktkp'ch who was known to have a sudden interest in Director Try'fad interjected before Amandaline could explain.
"I thought Hunters don't make many sounds?" Meekoo asked, confused.
"I made the sound of a Lynx, a dangerously cute feline species on my planet." Amandaline swayed slightly, subtly proud of her imitation. "Director Try'fad and he were taking too long for their departure, so I decided to scare them. I didn't know he was going to run with her."
"Well, at least the Rrrrtktktkp'ch I never knew the name of could finally break the unrequited love streak." The pilot added to the conversation. "I've always been listening to how much he had admired Director Try'fad from afar."
"You-you were actually paying attention?" The Rrrrtktktkp'ch stiffened, the fur on his neck and back visibly standing on end.
Try'fad gave her equivalent to a smile to the admirer she had always known, then whinnied in laughter at his reaction. It was about time, after all. She assured him that she loved him just as much if not more by gently nudging him to not worry.
"You two seem to have everything covered from here." The pilot nodded. "Now, to make sure everyone knows, what is the plan when we reach Gao?"
"I get in my cloak!" Amandaline flapped the loose ends of the cloak she was wearing, twirling proudly. "Great Aunt Sally had been teaching me to speak Cortian!"
"Good." The pilot looks to Meekoo, "And you?"
"How will I talk to my people?" Meekoo was clearly worried, forgetting that she knows a few words to tell them that she doesn't understand her own people. "I just know they're going to be offended that I don't naturally know my own language."
"We can figure that out." Sally smiled softly. "Though before we reach your planet, we have to meet with Ruffell, he still knows a handful of Gao since he was old enough to remember to speak it. He's in a location where it seems very desolate, I think we have friends where he is. I didn't bring this up because I know you'd be in a slump if you asked again. Ruffell is also a lost child as much as you are, after all."
"We're going to find Ruffell!" Meekoo perked up, excited to see him again. "How soon?"
"In just about a day, it isn't that far away from the station you grew up in." Sally beamed.
"Now that we all know our roles, I assume we can move on." The pilot went to her quarters. "The ship is on autopilot, Corporal Sally, Meekoo, and Amandaline know how to fly if need be. I must take my rest."
"Goodnight!" Amandaline bounced as she studied the controls again, testing herself in memory while Meekoo and Sally observed.
Due to the fact that they've been taking many precautions, they had smooth flying in their positions. Amandaline took a nap after testing her memory with the controls in the meantime, while Meekoo and Sally were accompanying the others. A few small alerts only ever popped up when there was a cargo or pirate ship nearby, but otherwise nothing came of them.
The only other thing that they needed was to hail for Ruffell, and his acquaintances, so that they could pick him up with his ship. Sally knew her parents were on board, and that Kotake and Edward were with them. It didn't take long to find them with the short pings, as the Corti pilot was more than an expert at locating them, which made Dr. Carizen very suspicious of the pilot, if she knew of his ship long before.
The reunion wasn't anything they had expected of the Humanoids, Amandaline having made a full dart towards Kotake upon first glance. She became reclusive after setting her sights on her great grandfathers, however, hiding her face in the crook of Kotake's neck as expected of a child who didn't know her great grandfathers were still alive, having been told that they usually passed by the time they reached their age. She didn't know how to act after the Human fact.
"Ah, after knowing about Human things for so long, she doesn't understand our non-human origins." Patya placed a hand on a dejected Anton, whose open arms faltered from not having met the younger grandchildren. "She is old enough to know, however. Why wasn't she told, I will never know."
"Well, there was the fact that we thought you three died." Kotake shrugged as she held onto Amandaline, who was listening to the conversation closely. "And we thought your apparent immortality was never real."
"I thought it was some stab at Christianity." Zeke looked up, jealous that Amandaline got to hug Kotake first.
Sally gave the eye to Zeke as she didn't know the tiny boy followed, mad that he could have gotten hurt in some way. Zeke ignored her and talked to his Aunt Kotake.
"Now where'd you learn that?" Kotake fought back a smile.
"My atheist teacher always tells us that education and religion should stay separate." Zeke shrugged. "And anything Christians say should be met with no reaction since a reaction is what they want."
"Zeke, you're only– what, eight?"
"Five."
"Blessed be the void, since when did they teach anything but the basics in Kindergarten?" Kotake set Amandaline down after a moment of disbelief. "Anyway– yes, religion should definitely stay separate from education. Then you can decide whether or not you should hold on to it when you're learning more."
"Seems to me that the Corti genetics are getting active sooner." Patya noted with Dr. Carizen.
"We do learn plenty more by that age." Dr. Carizen nodded.
"How much do Humans usually learn?" Meekoo asked in a whisper to her Mama Sally.
"Not a lot, your younger brothers were the same as Amandaline and Zeke when they were growing up." Sally whispered back and shrugged. "We had to act dumb to make the other young Humans happy."
"Now, I know you missed me very much, but I have your dad to find." Kotake gently pushed the two not very eager kids to Anton. "I'm very close to finding him. And if you want him back sooner, you're going to have to wait with your great grandfathers!"
"Where is dad, anyway?" Amandaline hesitated to take Anton's hand, looking to her aunt as she asked.
"He was taken by pirates in the midst of a business deal." Kotake sighed, partly in relief that Amandaline didn't run away. "Now, I think I might know where he is, but… it's just a theory, the person who picked up an illegal item spoke through their pilot. And if this person was him, then he had a very important job to do. I don't know if he has an explosive collar or whatever, because he didn't show himself– but that pilot was very lenient…"
"All things to consider while you go on and find him." Anton gently pats her shoulder. "The first lead is to find the ship that had docked here first when you were active."
"Thanks, Grampop." Kotake grabbed his hand to put it on the side of her head. She noticed she did that a lot more often, even more than when she was visiting her own parents.
Neither of them complained about Kotake's gesture, which did help Amandaline and Zeke to trust Anton. Their calm was interrupted as both Edward and Mr. Arkwright made their presence known to follow Kotake on their quest to find Paul.
"Who are they?" Zeke asked, standing in front of Amandaline, as she tried to get him behind her.
"That's just your Uncle Eddie." Kotake cleared her throat a moment and took a step back as she laid her eyes on a curious Arkwright, who had a subtle blush. "And we have a new friend, his name is Mr. Arkwright. Do you kids remember how to respect a stranger when they're not going to do anything bad?"
"Hello Mr. Arkwright." Amandaline giggled, taking immediate notice as Kotake and him stared at each other for a moment too long.
"Hello, Mr. Arkwright." Zeke echoed as he was nonverbally informed to stand down, nudging Amandaline as a child would when annoyed of being constantly pat on the shoulder.
"Children." Mr. Arkwright couldn't help but to smile, bowing slightly in greeting.
"There isn't much to do up here except to draw or play with the ugly color cubes they have here." Edward informed them.
"Do you know Mr. Ar-eck-right?" Meekoo whispered to Sally.
"No, I've never even seen him around in space, and usually a Human that is bulky is hard to miss in the high traffic areas." Sally whispered back, then giving Kotake a smug smile as she immediately knew that they liked him.
"Well, we better get to tracking those pirates." Kotake snapped from her thoughts and gave Sally a playful glare, turning to Amandaline and Zeke and hugging them. "We won't be long. Two weeks, at most. I'm sorry to not be here when I haven't seen either of you in a long time."
"It's okay." Amandaline gave a pretty smile, "It's rare that you give people that stare, after all."
Kotake went beet red, "Now where did you learn to tease me with that?"
"It's not that hard to notice." Amandaline giggled.
"You're only ten–"
"Twelve." Amandaline corrected.
"Eleven." Zeke gave a strange look to Amandaline.
"Zeke is six, and you're three years older than he is." Kotake mended, thinking about it for a moment. "It's not good to lie about your age."
"I know, but I only do it for fun events, not anything else." Amandaline beamed.
Kotake gave a critical eye, before breaking into a smile. Not that far off from what she and Paul used to do growing up. She gave Amandaline a gentle pat on her head before she had to leave with Mr. Arkwright and Edward.
"Alright, you two." Kotake stood tall, "Like I said before, if you want to see your dad sooner, I better get back to tracking him down."
"We'll be okay." Amandaline puts on a smile.
Kotake nodded, smiling as she made her way to her partners in travel. They had a lead to follow, making their way to the lent ship from Tanon, or Anton as they knew, and prepared to depart.
It was yet another small family reunion as Ruffell returned to the main docking bay, finally hugging his sister in what felt like eternity. He hugged Sally as hard as he could, testing his strength before he was picked up by a slightly excited Sally. She was glad Ruffell was safe.
"Mama Sally!" Ruffell chittered in laughter, trying not to let his claws out instinctively as he was aware that it was play. "Claws! Claws! I'm glad to see you, too!"
"I just can't believe you grew up so fast!" Sally giggled, setting Ruffell down. "How are you?"
"Still alive!" Ruffell says proudly, "And I just got done upgrading my ship! And I just got started on trying to learn Locayl language with Sergeant Rook!"
"Wow!" Sally jumped in place excitedly, "You really are learning fast! How far along are you?"
"Good even, Mother Sally, how is Directory Try'fad? You leave stationary at in bubbles?" Ruffell says carefully, but as he was on par with a child, some words were said incorrectly. "Ah, some words might not be the words I was asking. I'm still learning!"
"And such impressive progress." Rook says proudly after smacking another Locayl, who was about to sneer at the Gaoian, before facing them. "We can pick up practice tomorrow. I can also compile multiple tests with Captain Nokam for when you are not here. Keep up the good work."
"Thank you absolutely a lot!" Ruffell says proudly, which didn't translate as he intended. It was a long stretch before the translators could have him speak Locayl language properly.
Meekoo stared at her brother in a natural competitive nature, jaw dropping as she wanted to start learning as well. Her ears perked up when she glanced at Rook.
"Can I learn your language, too?" Meekoo asked Rook. "My name is Meekoo!"
"Why, certainly." Rook felt happy to continue teaching, "I can compile your learning formats, as it seems you won't be staying here for long."
"Mama Sally, how soon do we leave for Gao?" Meekoo looked at Sally, wondering.
"We have a while before we depart, which should be enough time for you to receive your basics from him." Sally thought about it.
Anton was definitely going to tag along with Sally and her crew, but they were hardly ready to depart as they were trying to coax Marc into a different shirt, at least one that didn't smell of body odor, after his cleanup. It was still a work in progress to get Marc functional enough again.
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winepresswrath · 8 months
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Cannot believe at this late stage of my life I'm becoming a Gabriel fucker. Local mean jock doesn't want to be evil now, he wants to be loved. I'm slightly annoyed they didn't make Beelzebub more unhinged because the "plot" should have been at least half about them fucking up shit on an absolute rampage trying to find Gabriel, a thing everyone assumes they are doing to fry him with hellfire so they can kick off the war in a way that's advantageous to hell, BUT ACTUALLY!!! true love.
#I do love evil love!#but more than that it's like... the terrible emptiness of heaven and hell?#absolutely no one has been having a good time!#they're just middle management admin suckers doing a soulless job no one else understands#they don't even care about earth! six thousand years of#mommy promised that if you all sit down and shut up we can have another war when the humans are dead#as a form of enrichment for their underlings#and they're just going along with it because that's the grind#incidentally I enjoyed how childish the angels were this season my pet theory is that they and the demons also have free will but no one#noticed so they've all just been making themselves miserable enforcing corporate culture and plotting each other's downfall because it#didn't occur to them to do anything else#gabriel and beelzebub realizing there's more to life and they can simply say fuck it and make something good between them#implies other angels and demons can do the same! as does Muriel obviously#like they are torturing each other. in much the same ways that humans are torturing each other#sad for Aziraphale and Crowley they care about earth & humans#which is a real problem they have that Gabzebub do not#and also that Crowley is in denial about how much he wants to be good and Aziraphale is in denial about just so many things and also#committed to being an ass about it.#these are problems that Gabriel and Beelzebub do NOT have because they are goal oriented and keep their eyes on the prize#good omens spoilers
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usareiis · 9 days
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Lost my original post of this from the other day but I genuinely don't understand how Black Butler discourse ever shifted into the does Sebastian ~really~ like Ciel or is Ciel just dinner line of conversation that is pervasive as it is because Sebastian is the one that has absorbed his whole existence into Ciel's. Sebastian's face is what Ciel wants Sebastian's whole purpose is doing things for Ciel Sebastian's every hell of a butler yes my lord speech is about how he's Ciel's and Ciel is the one going around saying shit like whatever Sebastian is just my pawn 💅
#like sjdjdkdd??????#it's not that i don't think ciel loves sebastian per se bc. well. i don't think he'd ever process it in terms like that no matter what...#...kind of relationship they have bc the most important thing to him is getting him to do tasks like a dog and proving he will over and over#which is why sebastian does it all so overkill#but the most acknowledgement you ever get that ciel likes sebastian is stuff like idk the fucking book of atlantic you did good today#or if we're feeling really crazy the you were the only demon there line#like the dynamic has gotten way skewed in fandom away from the actual text#and i know why but it's still annoying bc i am not even saying this in a shippy way bc i don't give a fuck about ships#but they're so crazy entwined and in completely incomparable inhuman situations that it literally has no merit on this story to sit and...#...definitely piece together how this relationship works with real life normie standards like it literally is going to fit into no box of...#...what we think of as friends or siblings or parents or partners bc no victorian guy on the face of the earth has a real pet demon.#it's so boring you're missing the bigger picture that they're everything to each other and completely stuck together forever#does x mean y mean z? (least problematic answer only) they're stuck together! forever!#and no one has demons in real life it's all comparable to real life nothing#other than the asthma that's real#anyway. it's like fandom has made up a version of this story in their heads that is so devoid of anything that makes the story the story#twitter is like another planet for this i am mostly talking about twitter where i have been looking for news about the anime and oh boy#i have said this before but sebastian doesn't have a grip on human relationships bc he's not one and ciel doesn't give a fuck#but like this post started with and strayed from. well. sebastian isn't even trying to act like he's indifferent. ciel actually is.#and we're all missing several funny bits from that just trying to fit everything into a box#we could have more interesting conversations if we got past the same three people have been having for 20 years#kuroshitsuji#my kuro posts
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trans-xianxian · 10 months
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it's always good to foster empathy for animals and I think that there are so many creatures that are far more similar to humans than we give them credit for (or perhaps more accurately that humans are not as special as we make ourselves out to be) but anthropomorphism can truly be so dangerous... it's important to remember that humans are Also animals, but other animals are, obviously, Not humans and we lack an ability to communicate with them fully. trying to shove human emotions onto them hurts conservation more than it helps it. you can never actually know what an animal is feeling or what potential feelings mean to an animal. we can Guess, but broad and vague descriptors of behavior are always better than assigning human emotions that can have dangerous implications. a shark is not "angry", it is acting aggressively towards something, a lion is not a cold blooded killer, it is hunting for food. once you try to give animals morals or try to moralize their actions you enter very dangerous territory, especially if you're just like. a random person on the internet and not a scientist that studies animal behavior
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gloriousmonsters · 8 months
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read camp dama.scus. enjoyed some stuff, really wish i didn't have the experience so often reading a book that's Good and Progressive and about Queer Affirmation etc of feeling like i'm side-eying the author like 'and you know that delineating the people that oppose you as pure evil that therefore deserves torture or death or being eliminated from society entirely is bad, right? you know that, right??'
#it's kind of funny bc the main character is a jack chick tract atheist in a way bc#she rejects her religion (REALLY quickly and easily lol) and immediately starts... conceiving of HERSELF as a prophet/god#as in. starts making up 'bible' verses that are about Her and how awesome she is#and how she's going to bring down her enemies with the righteous flaming sword of vengeance and wrath and truth etc#which i would love as a character Thing if the narrative didn't just treat this as 'super metal' with absolutely no further examination#(seriously she casually drops that she's been making up bible-style verses abt herself and her ideas#in convo with her Token Good Christian friend. by CITING ONE OF THEM#LIKE IT'S A BIBLE VERSE. and then going 'o yeah i've been making those up'#and her friend's reaction is just 'haha that's sick' and moving on)#listen i'm all for god complexes and edgy bullshit but the presentation along w the general#descriptions of the Enemy as 'cartoonishly pure evil' and implicit 'haha nice!' around the idea of THEM getting tortured forever#just leaves me ://///#i might be oversensitive to this after stuff like Sorrowland and Pet but.... just. ech. i wish i didn't have to play the game of#'do you think torture is ok if it's someone you don't like?' and 'do you consider people who do bad things as human?' in the first place#also it was just a HUGELY underwritten book lol it'd make a decent movie but viewed as a book it gets funnier the longer i think about it#was marketed as conversion camp horror. 0 conversion camp content bc IT ALREADY HAPPENED#0 relationship development bc the two people the MC connects with she ALREADY HAD RELATIONSHIPS WITH. THAT SHE FORGOT#so you can 'i'm falling for x again' all you want dr tingle that's not what's happening the work is not there#also ofc the other two people are just. The Tech Guy and The Cool Hot Nice Love Interest (2 aesthetic traits no personality)#so yeah like. some very good horror moments/concepts! but some Problems. For Sure#vic talks#book talk
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rewatched paranoia agent by proxy (reaction youtube), feeling emotionally akin to warm yet raw eggs again. great.
#i hate that i unlock my enlightened discourse centrist powers when this happens#like. that 'voting for biden as a practical decision because the repub candidates would all be worse on the issues he's fucking bad on alre#already' and 'jesus fucking christ this isn't democracy so why shouldn't the american minority demographics hold themselves hostage for som#NUDGING of the democratic political platform' (....the democrats will let us die though. like they won't budge. some will make concessions#but not many and not the ones with the ability to change didly dick) are both technically 'correct' viewpoints to have#and no i don't think things will get anywhere better for minorities in the united states where its headed even with a dem in the white hous#well at least BECAUSE of that. the republican followup to the last two we've had will still kill more. it'd still be GOOD to avoid that.#g-d the Dem party will let themselves die before they move meaningfully left though.#on one hand we have a rock gently sliding to crush us and on the other hand we have another rock moving much faster to do the same#and of course going out of their way to kill human beings en masse abroad#like if the democrat's pet minorities can't meaningfully withhold the vote then what the fuck is the point??? and we CAN'T.#not for president!!!!#(still get fucking involved with elections besides Presidential#pickings will still be slim in terms of 'good' but its not a fucking sham)#just. fucking. mutual aid and direct in-person organization.#join a fuckin org try reading some shit about sociology and political activism advocate for tenants rights and voting rights for criminals#& voting access for all#(those last two things wouldn't fix a presidential election but working to better democratize the rest of the system could give fucking spa#in years where there actually IS a primary maybe shit will be slightly less greusome. though i'll be fuckin rich if any presidential candid#candidate manages to stay true to their fig leaves to the progressives come inauguration#ALSO FORM A FUKIN UNION#MAKE ART!!!!#NOT JUST POLITICAL ART!!! MAKE ART IN GENERAL!!!!! APPRECIATE EACH OTHERS ART!!!!!! CONSUME LESS CORPO SLOP!!!!!!!!! LOVE EACH OTHER AND#OURSELVES!!!!!#to clarify by 'we cant meaningfully withhold our vote' that doesn't mean we have an imperative not to. i mean that if we withhold it#nothing will change about the democrats besides them getting pissy and at bwoerst they lose the election to the kill everyone now party#it WOULD continue to good!radicalize the american voterbase though possibly but that could also happen if we all voted for biden again and#he kept doing not enough (good stuff#he can do bad quite clearly)
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A professional exorcist, but with the attitude of a professional pet handler. A demon whisperer, if you will. Just showing up to places that have a ghost problem, figuring out what the creature's problem is, and then just... give them chew toys, usually. The girl whose soul is trapped in your cellar is scared and bored in there, of course she'll rush at you and shriek every time you try to go in there. Ease her into human interaction, leave the door open sometimes and talk to her until she gets used to you.
Yeah the thing clawing on your walls is a bear spirit. Yeah a bear was slaughtered on the spot of this house incorrectly in the 1800s or something. Yeah performing the proper rites now won't make it go away, it's already used to your trash - bears are creatures of habit. Just do these little rituals to appease it every once in a while. In the good news, the ghost bear will keep the living bears off your trash. Yeah bears have a lot of reverence to their dead.
Oh, "poltergeist" is an outdated term, we don't use it anymore. It was used as a kind of a blanket explanation for a whole bunch of different phenomena that couldn't be explained otherwise. What you have here is an undiagnosed autistic child who's also on psychic spectrum. Yeah no there's actually significant overlap between the two. Here's where to find resources on how to better accomodate your kid, the furniture should stop exploding on its own once you've figured out a better way to communicate so they don't get overstimulated.
This house right here is just build on a demon area. No yeah the mysterious scripts you found carved in the stone that your house's foundation was built on literally just say "DEMON AREA DO NOT BUILD". They don't live here, it's just like an ant road. Except the ants are the size of a truck and immaterial. No you can't redirect the demon highway, you gotta move. You built a house on top of a stone that literally says "DO NOT BUILD". I get that you didn't know it at the time, but you do know now, so if you choose to stay, that's a you problem.
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Humans Are Insane
I don't remember where I read/heard this before but here is this concept I really like. Long explanation short I'd like to think that Humans are among the very few to actually do this.
Alien: Human scourge! You are finally without a working limb! You have no other choi--
[The Human takes up a bar of heated metal from under the rocket booster, seeing that it is heated to a scorch]
Alien: Human, that will not save you--
[The Human heats it up a bit more under the rocket booster to get the excess debris off the scorching part, then puts it on their missing right limb that was severed at the elbow]
Alien: WHAT IN THE SUPER NOVA ARE YOU DOING!?
Human: [to hide their pain, screaming] YOU'LL SEE.
Alien: BREED THIS I'M OUT
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you know how people say "cats domesticated themselves?" I find this statement irksome because as i've been studying plants and particularly weeds, a theory has slowly been forming in my head about domestication that makes a lot more sense than other theories.
Basically, I think everything domesticated itself. Or rather, domestication involves adaptation and active participation on both sides.
Evidence for this is found in studying weed and crop plants—truth be told, most weeds are or were also crops.
Amaranthus, the genus that gives us the most costly USA agricultural weeds? All edible and healthy, and several members of the genus are domesticated. They were staple crops for Mesoamerican empires.
Kudzu, the vine so aggressive in the USA it turns trees into looming kudzu monoliths? It's been bred and cultivated by humans since the Neolithic in its native range, in China it was one of the main sources of fiber for cloth for MILLENNIA to the point that the Zhou dynasty had a whole government office of kudzu affairs. Kudzu roots are edible and they can be as tall as a human and weighing over 200 pounds, you can make them into flour, make noodles out of the flour, you can process them down into a starch and use it just like potato or tapioca starch and make all sorts of sauces and confections and stuff out of it. In Japan it was used for clothes too, if you see pictures of clothes worn by a samurai that's probably kudzu! It has loads of unresearched phytochemicals that probably have medicinal use, it's good for making paper, a researcher even made a biodegradable alternative to plastic out of it
Yellow Nutsedge is a food crop, Purslane is a food crop, at least some species of morning-glories are food crops, crabgrass is a food crop, Nettles are food AND fiber, Milkweed is food and fiber too, Broadleaf Plantain is food and medicinal, Dandelion is food and medicinal AND great companion plant (they used to sell them in seed catalogues around the 1890's or so!) and have y'all ever seen queen-anne's-lace along the side of the road? THATS CARROTS. That's the wild ancestor of carrots! (ofc don't eat anything you aren't 1000% sure you can identify)
Simply put. A weed is a plant that has co-evolved with humans. And most of them are Like That because they co-evolved with us. And honestly I reckon that many plants were domesticated in the first place because they liked to grow in disturbed environments near human settlements and agricultural fields.
Now thinking about this in terms of animals...when our domestic species were first domesticated, there weren't fences, there wasn't "inside" or any controlled environment to bring animals into, and if you tried to overpower or coerce any of those species, they would 100% just kill you. It makes a lot more sense if the humans were just following herds around, and it gradually developed into protecting those herds from predators and tending to them more intentionally until we were kind of just part of the herds ourselves.
a lot of people are familiar with Biblical stories and metaphors about shepherds...it's clear those guys were basically living with sheep 24/7. They were assimilated to the sheep lifestyle.
this theory kinda suggests that we've lost the ability to domesticate new animal species to some extent because domestication has never really involved removing an animal from its natural environment. Feeding wild animals and trying to socialize them to humans isn't in line with the mutualistic nature of domestication because it's trying to change the animal to our whims, and usually decreases the fitness of the animal rather than increases it. And domestication probably takes a long long time to reach the level where an animal can be a "pet" instead of a more distant form of domestication where the association is not as close.
EXCEPT. Animals that adapt to our environment are prime candidates for domestication. This actually checks out because rats and mice are some of the most recently domesticated animals, iirc. Basically, pest animals are the most likely to be domesticated because they've already started evolving into a relationship with us. Just like weeds.
An interesting side note is how both animals and plants can de-domesticate and become "weeds/pests" again. Like "weedy rice" is becoming a problem in some crops where rice has evolved into a weed. And with animals, there's pigeons who were domesticated by us and now their habitat is cities because they co-evolved with us.
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Strange Incidents and a Human [Chapter 23]
Hello everyone, I'm uploading every chapter today or within the next few days. I've heard a lot of things, which might be questionable but one can never be too sure to trust Google to hold your stories without a catch. So, what I plan on doing as of this moment, is to upload every chapter. The rest of the story proceeding forward will be written by hardly drafting it, other than keeping the updated chapters in drafts. Anyway, without further ado, the next long awaited chapter!
"By the stars, Lu'P'ann." The Allebenellin pilot was in a particularly hard match with the Turkish Draughts; Paul decided to play. "You weren't kidding about your skills in the zone for this."
"Aw, and I thought you were catching on very easily." Paul smiled genuinely. "This is the first I've ever encountered anyone in my direct vicinity willing to play, especially one to the degree even tougher than a computer program."
The pilot laughed. "Whatever you say, I call."
"Another tally for the deathworld!" Paul stretched with a prideful smile. "So, another round or do we not have the time?"
The pilot looked at the course. "We are just in range, and are preparing for landing procedures."
"I'll get into my disguise." Paul shot up quickly and went to find his cloak.
Meanwhile, the people on The Retribution prepared for the visitor's arrival, the grandfathers and Mr. Arkwright left for their quarters while Kotake got her disguise back on.
"Trading power back to Dr. Car." Kotake said as she tapped a few things on her own data pad, before hiding it under her sleeve. She slipped her hood back on. "Ship will dock in twenty Human minutes."
"Noted." Dr. Carizen said after he looked off to convert the time frame into the minutes he knew.
Kotake's fake Corti mask wasn't ready in time, so she couldn't stop thinking of the extra details she needed to do before it was actually ready.
"Guards, keep your distance, we can't assume that this Allebenellin doesn't know how to fight with his suit." Nokam advised as the other two came to her side. "And we do not know what this Lu'P'ann is."
"Probably another fake Corti?" Kotake wondered as she observed the ship outside the viewport. "Like me, but isn't related in some way to me."
"Most likely, so prepare to handle a Human." Nokam nodded.
They went quiet and professional as soon as the ship was ready to introduce the visitors to their mega ship. They closely observed the hooded figure approach with the Allebenellin behind her.
"Welcome, Lu'P'ann." Dr. Carizen bowed slightly as he observed the hodded figure approach. "And guest."
"She cannot talk as of this moment." The Allebenellin shook his head after Lu'P'ann didn't speak up. "So she will be talking through me."
Kotake could tell that they were already suspicious of each other. She observed the other apparent female across from them, while not breaking character.
"That is alright with me." Dr. Carizen then looked at Nokam, "The bacteria?"
"Contained." Nokam says pridefully.
Kotake whispered to Nokam, "She knows who we are. How well are you and Car known?"
"Not that well known, we are anonymous." Nokam whispered back after Dr. Carizen took the bacteria. "Assumed to be just pawns."
Kotake watched the other apparent female watch her talking to Nokam. Kotake quickly went back to idle as did Nokam. Kotake could tell that she was just as suspicious. Kotake watched the other talk to her pilot.
"She says, "nice to see my old crew as bitchy as ever?" When did you mention that this was your old crew?" The pilot eyed his companion in question.
The mysterious female just giggled. It was hard to tell the true gender as most Corti vocal tones and pitches were nearly hard to distinguish. Heck, Kotake on a few moments confused Dr. Car and Nokam. Which brought Kotake to an all time high in suspicion.
The two just left. Kotake tuned to the others as soon as they entered their ship, their airlock giving Kotake permission to talk to the others.
"How long ago did you have another female on your crew?" Kotake finally asked.
"We didn't, our last female was you, as crew." Nokam bit her knuckle in thought.
"Well, apparently you had another female aboard long before me." Kotake pulled off her hood as soon as the ship outside left in warp.
"We did not." Dr. Carizen scowled at the audacity of the other party. "We do not even know who that one is. She is too tall and bulky, just like you are."
Kotake huffed, too suspicious for any loose ends that would bring down the old gray man before her.
"I'm going to ask my grandfathers to make sure." Kotake made her way to the quarters. "Instinctively, I do not trust either of you."
Nokam and Dr. Carizen could understand. They observed the angered deathworlder storm off.
"Grampop!" Kotake called out, "Grampop! I need to ask you something!"
"Over here." Anton gladly approached, despite feeling that she was still mad at him. "What is it? What happened?"
"Did we have another female Corti on board?" Kotake asked, clearly worried about the consequences of their hospital coming under fire for any reason. "Dr. Car and Nokam said I was the only recent female in general, but you know the Human half doesn't trust them."
"We did not." Anton thought about it. "We only had a few female Corti pilots in recent history, but they were Divergents."
"The grays experience neurodivergence?" Kotake asked, confused after having heard that they had a strict program. "I thought they said their genes are perfect for their species."
"They are perfect for their species, but these Divergents are not neurodivergent." Anton gladly explained. "They are the reason our bloodline exists."
"If they're part of the people who want to wipe them out, how were they able to keep us a secret?" Kotake scowled in thought.
"Some Divergents don't know about us." Anton assured her. "This is strictly known as a conspiracy, but your bloodline is true."
"But that still doesn't answer my initial question."
"The same as our existence, the divergency is a conspiracy." Anton shrugged. "They are often seen as psychopaths or sociopaths."
Kotake thought about it for a moment, then nodded in understanding. "Thanks, Grampop. There was this buff Corti in a cloak like mine that set me off."
"Another Human?" Anton wondered.
"That's what we're wondering, too." Kotake nodded, "Unless we have proof, we don't know if it was actually Human or an actual Corti with gigantism. Or some leaner structure."
"I do recall meeting a few with a leaner structure in hiding." Anton understood. "Since their scarcity, most of them were unharmed."
"Well, either way…" Kotake looked back to where she left the two Corti, feeling bad for not trusting them. Though it could hardly be blamed since she had been taught to not like them from when she was just a toddler.
Anton just observed her, waiting for her to finish her thought process, before realizing she lost her train of thought.
"Well, Captain Akotek, I am going to spend the evening with Mr. Arkwright on how much he knows about space technology." Anton cleared his throat. "It is the least I could do for reprimanding him wrongfully. And it would be nice to find another old man from my era."
"Alright, but don't steal him from me." Kotake laughed, "Captain gets the lion's share."
"You will be assured that he is not my type." Anton rolled his eyes with a grin. "Have a good evening, Kota."
Kotake watched him leave, before turning to dread reapproaching the Corti. All that buildup of distrust really left lead in her shoes, making her feel awkward about earlier. She forced herself to approach them, however, despite her inner pride being destroyed.
After letting them know it was ingrained speciesm, and how much they looked like the gray she shouldn't trust, the situation had passed. The two forgave her, but Dr. Carizen still felt a bit sour since he had done so much to build the trust after initially trying to run illegal twin experiments on her.
"So, which one of you want to help me with my piloting skills in the event I have to fly to the problems?" Kotake looked at either of them, wondering.
"I will help you." Nokam eagerly said, lighting up at the prospect. "I used to be a pilot long before I met Dr. Carizen."
Dr. Carisen stared at her, nonplussed but surprised at the same time. He said, "One of these days you are going to explain to me of everything you were before you met me officially."
"The time isn't right, Dr. Carizen." Nokam pets him, "Have patience."
Dr. Craizen shrugged, dismissing the topic, "Well, I hope you two enjoy being off-ship for your practice."
Dr. Carizen then left. Kotake wondered if it was an insult, since she had learned so much of Corti sass and sarcasm from her family's ramblings about them. She dismissed it, seeing Nokam motioning her to follow towards the area that held the ships.
In the meantime, Dr. Carizen checked in on the Humans formerly harmed by their situations. He was learning and was informed about "play therapy" and the interesting psychology of how Humans express things in certain ways. He didn't interfere, as he was still the equivalent to a student as Captain Akotek was the one leading the investigations of what was still getting to Edward and Mr. Arkwright.
Dr. Carizen felt fortunate that he kept hidden instead of instinctively wanting to be at the top. He observed the two Humans interacting, as Edward had developed a special interest in the former straggler. Mr. Arkwright was patient with him, fortunately for everyone, though that could be due to his former job long before he was forced into space. Dr. Carizen looked for one of the male Humans for some assistance on how to assess the situation as the two peacefully interacted.
"Ah, Marcus." Dr. Carizen waved for the crazy-ish man's attention. "Do you know some Human psychology? I am studying it, and I need some assurance of some speculations."
"Yeah, what do you need?" Marc approached him. He patted down his newly tailored shirt in habit as he approached the small man.
"The way Edward interacts with Mr. Arkwright." Dr. Carizen nodded to the two Humans in question. "Is the younger one displaying a familial bond with him?"
Marc looked to where he was pointing. "Oh, yeah. Eddie didn't have a good dad when he was stuck with his mom. None of us knows who his dad was. And we always know who got with who."
"I see." Dr. Carizen nodded, glad for the confirmation. "Thank you."
"Mr. Arkwright is displaying that he's still in service." Marc continued.
"Elaborate?" Dr. Carizen observed the older man.
"Look at his posture, that's how people in service stand-- or in his case, sit." Marc scratched the side of his head in wonder. "Even if he isn't working anymore, he still holds his standard of profession."
"Interesting." Dr. Carizen noted. He knew some species who experienced being out of place in the same situation. "So, that means he still had not accepted that he is no longer required to do his old job."
"Exactly." Marc crossed his arms, concerned. "The good Captain who is my grandchild tried to get him out of his shell, which sometimes work, but Arkwright keeps going back."
"The same with Edward, I assume." Dr. Carizen observed.
"Yep." Marc went quiet. He went into thought about how Edward acted as soon as he was introduced to space. He was happy, but he couldn't understand why he couldn't go home.
"This had been very enlightening." Dr. Carizen broke the silence after further observations. "Thank you again, Marcus."
"Hm? Oh, no problem." Marc shot a glance at the good doctor before wondering what he was originally going to do before he hailed for his input. "What was I going to do-- oh, Patya."
Dr. Carizen observed as the crazy-ish man left to look for the other man in question. He went back to observing the two Humans of interest.
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"your pet doesn't love you; it just has learned that it will get treats if it acts a certain way. it can't understand you."
in between humans, i don't always speak the language either. love has always been hard for me. i don't trust it. i can't read it easily on people's faces - i'm usually trying to read past it; to the "other parts", the ones that make sense to me.
but my mom always offers me food as soon as i get through the door. my brother calls me at weird hours, just to be talking. my sister has a nightmare; asks me to please drive safe in the morning. i throw my friends random parties, just to celebrate something. she drives 45 minutes to spend 3 hours with me. amelia holds my hand while we both cross the street.
no, my dog and i don't have the same language. so what? this is not the same thing as communication. my dog is a good study in how trauma can heal - a rescue from the racetrack; i've been watching his personality develop slowly. in the last year, he's gotten so comfortable with me that he'll ask me to sit down on the grass so he can use my body as a seat. (it's important to note: he is huge. he squishes me. i don't complain. i find it lovely.)
love for us is also just endorphins and behavioral response. i'm a poet, the number of sad men that have tried to "teach me" how stupid it is to be a hopeless romantic is ... not a low one. i cannot count how many times someone has argued - it's all chemical stimulus - as if the fact of it makes it less magical. we're just electrical signals reading the universe! that's fucked up. that's so beautiful.
i find it hard to believe that in the spectrum of evolution we are the only species to feel like this - we already know that dogs and cats also have endorphins. why wouldn't they experience joy? love? companionship? in what world is it a new thing that i had to earn it? in every relationship, both individuals have to work to learn the language. i had to teach my dog what trust is. it's okay that it took time for him to learn it.
in the human world, when i love someone, it's hard for me to speak it. i write them poems or make them food or give them a cool rock i found on the beach.
i don't know how to tell goblin i love him, so i tell him through treats. through a new collar, fancy mattresses, a little bow on his leash. i tell him with long walks and petting him and sitting down on the wet ground so my 70 pound sharp noodle of a dog can prance on my thigh bones and take an awkward - if loving - seat.
"you taught your dog to love you" is kind of a cruel way to reframe what actually happened: i loved him so loudly, it skipped over language and species. the two of us just saying - oh! i have figured out a way to tell you that you make me happy.
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A little cow girl hybrid with her owner farmer König
I raise the stakes!! Konig, who, as part of the contract that revolved around fighting a hybrid trafficking ring that sold demihumans as cattle, was sent to rescue some farm hybrid animals stuck in the breeding pan/inhuman farming conditions...but you, pretty rescued cow hybrid, isn't really good at living on your own after being rescued from a farm. You were either raised here and reached maturity in captivity - or you got captured so long ago, you don't even remember normal, human life. Konig can't just release you in the wild, you don't even have documents!! He knows it's fucked up, having a pretty cow hybrid in his house isn't so much different from the way you were treated at the farm, but...god, he just can't get his hands off you. He has a big property in the mountains so like it or not, you're turning into Austrian highland cow - and you like to roam around in the pasture while he is too busy on the firing range or at the house work. He doesn't really do nay farm work, he doesn't have time between the contracts - but he allows you to make a small garden, taking advice from a demihuman therapist that suggested you need some small activity to keep yourself occupied. Cow hybrids are generally light-headed and silly, so Konig knows he can't force you into doing harsher labor - although sometimes you like to cook and to wake him up with very loud cleaning sessions. But...of course, living with an adult, mature hybrid in your house is a tough challenge if you don't want to fuck said hybrid. Konig wants to fuck you, wanted you since the first time he had to bath you because you don't understand how the shower works and afraid of him just hosing you like people did at the farm - but he always forced himself to stop before he could actually force himself, always too awkward and nervous...even though he is obsessed with you, morals be fucked. And his morals do get fucked when you beg him to milk you. Pretty dumb thing, you don't understand that he won't help you for free - that once he is done drinking all the milk that summed up in your heavy, swollen tits, he will be forcing you on your back and make you moo as he bounces you on his cock. He doesn't enjoy quiet farm life as much as he thought he would, but he surely enjoys spending time with his newest pet...
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buryustogether · 2 months
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yandere alastor x fem!reader hcs
sfw + nsfw below
i have this idea that, when you were both still human, alastor married you for a marriage of convenience (probably tax purposes). he's not one for love, but he does quite like to make things easier for himself, as well as a bit of reliable companionship from someone he can trust. he found it rather cute that you were head over heels in love with him.
he insists upon keeping you at his side almost 24/7. you accompany him everywhere; to his station while he's broadcasting, about town as he runs his errands, even to his overlord meetings, though you are forced to wait outside. he knows you won't up and disappear; even if you weren't such a good little pet, there isn't anywhere you could run that he couldn't find you.
the other overlords tease alastor about his little 'pet' he keeps on such a tight leash. he doesn't ever object to this title.
gives you dancing lessons and doesn't allow you to rest until you can copy his movements exactly. if you collapse from exhaustion before that, he'll coo and brush your hair out of the way, then haul you to your feet and start again from the beginning.
he won't have you doing much other than keeping your shared home clean and occasionally cooking a meal or two. you're his darling, he can't have you wearing yourself out taking care of him. he'll do most everything - he just wants you to sit there and look pretty for him.
won't allow you to leave the table until you finish the meals he makes for you.
loves to have you hanging on his arm. you're like a precious little trophy for him to show off - only his, and no one else's.
being alastor's beloved companion makes you a prime target for blackmail and kidnappers, but he doesn't want you to fret, dear - he has it covered. his shadows are on your trail in the extremely rare occasion he's not with you, and he's killed demons for less than even looking your way.
doesn't allow any kind of modern technology inside his home or upon your person, even if you died long after him. he considers cellphones to be the property of his enemies, and you wouldn't want him to catch you wearing the symbol of the v's, now, would you?
he picks out your outfits for each day, even has them custom made at the tailor's just for you. he knows best, darling, so don't fight him on this. he doesn't want you going out looking like some common harlot, not when you belong to the radio demon.
often takes out his frustrations of the day on you at night when you're alone in his bedroom. he bites and scratches and thrashes like a beast trapped in a snare, and he relishes in having you wear the marks when he's done.
his favorite position to have you in is plain old missionary; not only is it traditional, but he enjoys having complete control over you while he bucks up into your heat.
like most animal-based demons in hell, he enters a rut once a month and rarely emerges from his quarters; which means you don't, either. at least three times a day, and he only stops to give you rest and to whisper the filthiest things you've ever heard in your ear.
enjoys bondage to an extent, but only on you. he's not opposed to pretty little collars wrapped around your neck, either.
now, when you're in the mood and he's not, he's not totally cruel. while he won't fuck you when and wherever, he'll allow you to straddle his thigh and hump his leg like an animal while he continues whatever work he was doing before.
he may often be brutal, he knows aftercare is extremely important. he can't leave his darling bruised and broken for next time, can he? licks up any blood he may have drawn and ensures you drink when you're done, even if he has to hold your back against his chest and tip your chin up to force the water down your throat. he'll usually run you a bath and, surprisingly, will gently bathe you before dressing you in the finest bedroom silks in hell and putting you to bed.
he doesn't sleep much, but since meeting you, he's replaced many of his nighttime activities with sitting at the side of your bed and watching you sleep.
alastor doesn't love; but he knows he would tear hell apart at the seams if you were ever taken from him.
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What about Graves with a breeding kink or if reader is pregnant? I know you don't rlly write for him a lot, but I love when you do.
Idk if you'll feel like answering this, but ily and ur fics regardless 🫶
Graves w/ a Breeding Kink
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Warnings: 18+, Smut, Breeding Kink, Possessive Graves, Housewifery, Pet Names,Profanity,  Fem! Reader.
He lusts for the American dream; the very foundations upon which he continues his existence. To have – to create – a family. And he can think of nobody better to achieve that dream with than you.
He’s on top of you, arms either side of your head, gasping, panting, bent over you and exerting every inch of himself as if you were crafted of some divine substance with tools far beyond human comprehension.
He’s been at it for hours now. You see it in the way his hair sticks together, slicked with sweat as it drips down his face, hear it in the thick, wet sound of his cock slipping back into you with every thrust of his hips, feel it in the growing ache in your abdomen as he fills you again, letting out a strangled, short-breathed moan as your body squeezes around him. He doesn’t let up, though.
He pushes through, gripping you by your hips and pulling you closer onto him. You gasp, back arching as he hits a spot deeper within you. An area he’d been abusing all night, 
“B’such a good little mommy for me,” he whispers into your hair, just above your ear. He presses a lopsided kiss there, lip wet from the many times he’s drawn it into his mouth with his teeth.
“Y’want that, Sweetness?” he pants, looking into your eyes with his half-lidded pair. “Want me to–” – he grunts – “want me t’make you mine from the inside out?”
You can’t get the words out fast enough; garbled and twisted, they come out tangled and in knots, as if tripping over each other to reach a unified ‘yes’. With the little energy you have left, you nod with all the enthusiasm your half-gone mind can conjure. Graves smiles, giving a brief, airy laugh. “Knew I’d made the right choice pickin’ you. Knew you’d make a good housewife for me someday,”
You clench. Graves gasps. He brings warm lips to yours as if to press his love there, as if you are to now impart upon him that which he has longed for for years unnumbered; a family.
He angles deeper, presses his throbbing, pulsating instrument into the most inconspicuous part of you that has you arching your back and letting out an almost-scream. Your knees press into the sides of Graves’ waist, tightening around him just as your cunt did. He yells, uses every ounce of his strength to not collapse on top of you, the tip of his nose against yours. Something in him tightens, snaps, and he floods you for the umpteenth time, pressing himself deeper, making sure his seed takes.
Not that you can see for your eyes being screwed shut, but Graves gazes upon you as you bask in the afterglow of his labour, feeling a smile creeping up onto his cheeks as he takes in your every feature. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen them, in one form or another, he never stops being fascinated – enamoured – by them. By you.
When you come down, come to, you give Phillip a smile he knows all too well – one that preludes your telling him you’re ready for bed. He all but pounces on you as you turn onto your side, taking you by the wrists and pressing them into the pillow beneath you. A dark glimmer passes through his eye, and he gives you a hazy, slithering smirk, followed by his southern drawl.
“Oh no, Princess,” he says, taking your chin between his fingers.
“We’re not done ‘til I say we’re done.”
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