artificial ears


Doodling some random ocs with the idea of “Artificial Life”, “Androgynous Being” and “Hermaphrodite or Genderless" 

 "We are not humans! we are not flesh and bones!”

Maybe they are like robots or something else, created to be servants, sex partners, pets, Im still not sure about anything but its fun to draw them.

The skull with the seashell ear: A female Neolithic skull and its prosthetic seashell ear dating to approx. 300BC, found in a megalithic chamber tomb in Roque dAille in the Var. 

The skull shows evidence the woman had survived trephination and gone on to live for many ears. The artificial ear also shows signs of wear and tear, possibly from the woman playing with it.

Photo by Gustaf Sobin, published in “Luminous Debris: Reflecting on Vestige in Provence and Languedoc” (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1999).

Imagine: Luke Skywalker fighting Darth Vader

For anon…. Enjoy!! Fun fact: I watched all of the original trilogy’s lightsaber duels to help me write this :D

It was dark. The carbon-freezing chamber was eerily cold, red light illuminating from a short flight of stairs leading up a small platform. Mist rose from it’s floor, swirling around a black figure that stood as still as a stone, their arms at their sides. The figure was staring right at you, a familiar expressionless mask with dead eyes boring into you. It wasn’t until you heard their raspy breathing did your heart leap into your throat, pounding frantically.

“Vader.” You whispered, your hand sneaking to your holster and pulling out your blaster pistol. It’s metal exterior shone red as the light reflected off of it.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” Darth Vader growled, his voice monotone.

You fidgeted, your legs starting to shake.

“Luke isn’t here.” You replied unconfidently, pointing your blaster pistol at the Sith.

Vader remained motionless.

“Do not lie to me. I can sense his presence. He is here, on Cloud City.”

Your hand started to shake.

“You won’t get to him. We won’t let you.” You snarled, blinking rapidly.

Vader just stared.

“We? Don’t amuse me. Solo has been frozen in carbonite and the princess and the Wookie have been taken prisoner. There is no more we. It is only you.” He said, his voice like ice.

Almost unconsciously, your finger pulled down on the trigger, which sent a red laser blast exploding in Vader’s direction.

As if it appeared out of thin air, a red beam of energy erupted from Darth Vader’s hand, deflecting the blaster fire and sending it back in your direction.  Before you could react, it hit you in the chest, making your lungs scream out in panic and terror.

You fell backwards, your pistol slipping through your fingers. You couldn’t breathe, or move, or scream. You hit the floor hard, a sharp pain erupting in the back of your head.

As soon as it had come, the burning in your chest subsided and you were swallowed up into eternal darkness, light fading from your vision.


Luke’s scream echoed around the chamber, piercing Vader’s artificial ears. The Sith spun on his heel to his son standing before him, anguish making his face red. His blue lightsaber was ablaze and his knuckles were wrapped around it’s hilt tightly. They were white.

“Skywalker. It’s a pleasure.” Vader drawled, raising his own red lightsaber.

Luke charged at Darth Vader, his mouth opened in a hoarse yell. He brought his lightsaber down on the Sith, swinging with extreme force. Vader blocked his attack, their lightsabers sizzling as they clashed.

Luke drew back and swung at Vader again, blind with fury and agony. He slashed at the Sith relentlessly, exerting precious energy with every swing.

Vader blocked Luke’s clumsy advances almost lazily, pushing the young boy back effortlessly.

“You think you’re a Jedi?” Darth Vader taunted, leaping backwards and landing several feet away from Luke, making no sound as he landed. “You may be strong with the Force, but you are no Jedi, Luke.”

Luke heaved in deep, rattling breaths as he glared daggers at the Sith, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

“I don’t need to be a Jedi.” He snarled. “At least I’m not Dark Side filth!”

Vader stood rigidly in front of his son, yearning to tell him the truth. If only.

“Your petty insults do not affect me, Luke. You are weaker than I had imagined.” He growled quietly, his lightsaber’s tip hissing as it kissed the ground. 

Luke straightened up, sheathing his lightsaber. His eyes were ablaze.

“It is you that is weak, Vader. It takes strength to resist the Dark Side. Only the weak embrace it!”

The Sith glared at his son, his own lightsaber disappearing into it’s hilt. 

“This is not the last time we will be seeing each other, Skywalker.” He said monotonously before spinning abruptly and leaving Luke to himself.

Luke didn’t go after him, and he had no idea why. Vader had his back turned, he could strike him down right then and there. It could be over. 

Luke remembered you, lying on the cold ground, the light that had died from your eyes.

He raced to your side, dropping to his knees as he desperately felt for a pulse. There was no sign of life.

“No.” He whispered, pressing his ear to your chest hopelessly, tears starting to run down his cheeks.

Luke started to say your name over and over again, muttering endlessly into the darkness. Your blaster pistol was still hooked around your finger.

Rippling Dreams

Summary: Adrien dreams of a girl in red and black spots with the bluest eyes he’s ever seen. And he dreams of losing her and curses himself for being useless every night. AU where Ladybug sacrifices herself and Chat has amnesia.

A/N: I am crap and I really like pain. And I shall share it with you. Here ya go!

Word Count: 2.1k+

Read it on FFnet / AO3

When Adrien dreams, he dreams of a golden lit Paris at night, the luminous moon hanging eternally in the sky, him crouching casually on a rooftop and a girl standing next to him. The distant lights of the Eiffel Tower twinkle, as if fairy dust was sprinkled all over the magnificent structure, but he doesn’t pay too much attention to the scenic view in front of him. Instead, he’s marvelling at the girl and the city reflected in her sky-blue eyes.

She’s a slender girl, wearing a full bodysuit of red and black spots and a similarly patterned mask over her face, but he finds that the red draws him in all the more. Her glossy midnight hair shines sapphire blue in the light, tied in two very endearing pigtails, which sway as she turns to him, smiling and offering a hand for him to stand up.

Adrien stares speechlessly, frozen as he is struck by the full force of her hypnotic eyes. He remembers that she’s still waiting for him to take his hand, and suddenly he is scared. Terrified. He is aware that she’s a very pretty girl who instantly makes him feel incredibly self-conscious, but the fear chills him too deeply in his chest to be something that simple.

But her smile gives him courage, the courage to reach out to her outstretched hand.

He doesn’t manage to touch it. Because the girl starts to disappear in front of his eyes and Adrien springs up in alarm, stumbling on his legs to chase after her fading figure. He reaches out to her, trying again and again, to bring her back, to feel her warm beating body against his, but he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know who she is but a name tumbles out of his mouth:


And Adrien wakes up. He is in his room, alone, in his cold mansion and there is no red to be found.

Countless times, he has woken up in the same manner. He always forgets the name his dream self utters but he always remembers the girl in his dreams.

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