not even a real human

anonymous asked:

What part does Mercy play in the cryptid AU? :o

Not quite sure yet~! I already headcanon that she experiments a lot of her techniques on herself (look at her suit and the fact she doesnt age and the pulse emote makes me squint) so I’ve toyed with her trying to uhh… add cryptid to human systems, integrated with some robotic/omnic tech. That’s a long way of me to say I kind of want to give her real wings. Like, angel wings. Even though she was born a human. I am still toying with this though because of the ethics it brings up, but also what it means for characters she tries to save (like, for example, Genji).

She’s still a medic, she can still fly. Just figuring out if there will be any differences is whats difficult. Sometimes, I wont know until I need to know, if that makes sense~!

Unpopular opinion

Real human lives matter more than fictional characters. Even characters and stories that mean a lot to you. People matter more than fandoms. If you bully and harass people because of their ships or headcanons, you need to stop and reevaluate things

fuckin 12 year old state alchemist what the actual fuck. i watched a 12 year old repeatedly slam his head against a wall at an amusement park because he thought it made a funny sound how the fuck is edward elric even a real human being

can you believe Henrik and Tarjei just had like a natural connection right away and they just clicked and they both felt the same can you believe that Henrik was one of last persons who went to the audition and two hours later Julie called him and he got the audition so this means that Tarjei said to Julie “I want him” I’m screaming I’m not very well are you crying because I am

I came up with a “humans as aliens” scenario on the bus and now I’m writing a story snippet.

Karikki was sitting in the ship’s mess when the most recent addition to the crew stumbled into the room and collapsed into a chair with a relieved groan, dropping her head onto the table.

“Rough shift?” ie said, making a sympathetic noise as ie broke off another piece of ir food pack.

Melanie Dupré, recently hired on as a ship’s mechanic and as of one month ago the only human crewmember of the Xanaki Star, mumbled something into the table before lifting her head so that her translator could actually be of use.

“I could swear the ventilation ducts actually hate me personally,” she said. “I’ve been running around all day.” A look of horror crossed her features then, and she groaned again, dragging her hand across her eyes. “And I left my food packs in my room. Goddamn it.”

Karikki churred soothingly. “Don’t worry about it, you can have one of ours,” ie said, getting to ir feet and digging one of the vacuum-sealed silver packs out of the pantry.

Melanie made a noise that Karikki had learned to interpret as grateful and peeled the pack open, looking down at it dubiously. “You’re sure this is okay?”

“We’re nutritionally compatible!” Karikki said. “The captain checked, before we hired you on. Just in case you ran out of your own supplies. It should be fine.”

“Okay. Thanks,” she said, breaking off a square of the compressed nutrition block and popping it into her mouth.

A look crossed her face then that it took Karikki a moment to identify: disgust, ie realized. That was disgust–which was made all the clearer when Melanie gagged and grabbed a napkin, spitting the square out into her hand. “Oh my god,” she said.

Karikki could feel ir antennae fluttering anxiously. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is that a bad texture for humans?”

Melanie wiped her mouth, scrubbing at her tongue with the side of her hand. She shook her head. “No, the texture’s fine, it’s just like one of our protein blocks. It’s the [——], I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you, but it’s awful! How can you eat that?”

Karikki flicked ir ear. “Sorry, say that again? I think your translator cut out in the middle. It’s the what?”

“The [——]. It [——] awful. I’m so sorry.”

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Why you need to ward your inner spaces.

When I guide people to make their inner space, the third step is always “ward the shit out of it.”


An inner astral space is still a real space. External spirits and even other humans can come there and find it to visit you! Which is great if you invite them in. And not so great if they come to find your space without being invited.

Consider the following scenarios:

You invite a human friend to come to your astral space. Unbeknownst to you (and possibly, unknown to your friend) a nasty spirit has been following them, looking for a way “in”. Your friend has their inner spaces warded, but yours are not. When they travel to your inner space, this nasty spirit simply follows them, sets up shop in your inner space, and presents itself as a friendly nature spirit. Over time you begin to trust this new, cool being in your inner space and regard it as one of your companions. It’s there to eat you. It will destroy you as soon as you let your guard down.

You go on an astral adventure where you help a group of gnolls who were being targeted for genocide. The humans you fought against naturally, well, don’t like you any more. Among these humans are powerful mages and shamans who follow your energetic signature back home. They invade your inner space, camp out, and wait for you to return. The next time you enter you are ambushed, your astral body is trapped, and you are dragged back to their astral space to be executed.

You have been practicing divination with tarot and pendulum. You are reaching out to house spirits. Unfortunately you have not properly warded your home, and a nasty little spirit sneaks in. After you use your pendulum to speak with it, you enter your inner space. This spirit follows you, and attacks you.

You are doing a guided meditation to meet your guiding spirits. You have never met them before, this is very exciting. Instead of going to a new space, you are transported to within your personal inner space. You see three beings around you. They are all beautiful and smiling. “We are your guides!” they say. You smile. You feel uncomfortable for some reason. Maybe just anxiety from meeting new spirits? They crowd around you. “You need a healing, dear. Just relax, and let us in…” You lie down. You don’t like this, but they are your guides, right? You close your eyes. You feel something coming in. This isn’t right… Far above, your true guides are screaming. You can’t hear them.

Fortunately, warding your inner space is easy. Here are a few techniques:

Go to your inner space and fly up to space. Create a thick (perhaps two or three hundred feet/100 meters) orb around the entire space that you see. NOTHING may penetrate these wards except for you and beings you invite by name. Graft magical sigils in to the surface of your magical orb.

Build a guardian’s home. A big one. Create the most powerful astral creature you can imagine that is devoutly loyal to you. A dragon, a flock of griffins, a hydra, a cerebus. Anything. Charge it with guarding your inner space and chasing away all who try to approach. Speak to it every time you travel and get a status report.

Build an automated zapping system. Construct a huge tower that ascends far in to the sky. Fill it with powerful and infinite energy to target and attack any unknown, external entities that try to enter your inner space.

Return to the orb you built. Place an enchantment over it so your astral space is invisible to all who seek it out and impossible to find to outsiders.

Enchant or sigil your orb-wall so it causes great pain to whoever tries to enter unallowed.

Inside your orb-wall, ward your personal home or spaces you spend the most time in. Draw lines in the ground made of stone. Add sigils of protection.

Create multiple mini-guardians that travel your inner space. They can be wolves, lions, soldiers, whatever you like. Instruct them to travel and live in the land, and take care of any intruders.

Remember – there are LOTS of friendly, good, worthwhile spirits to be friends with. There is no need to entertain or accept random intruders just to have a “real” spirit experience. Trust me.

**Do not be worried about all this if you are just going out daydreaming. This is all for a permanent inner space that you identify as your astral home ^^


ID symbolism: Even did reveal parts of his identity, his true self, in that bedroom and Isak fell for each one of them….  ❤

(very much inspired by the lovely @sanasevaks)

To shippers/fans

Please don’t tell antis to kill themselves, choke, die, etc… 

Don’t sink to their levels. Even though they’re bullies, even though they’re ignorant and toxic– they are still real, living, breathing human beings. Awful and naive one’s, yes, but human beings all the same, and don’t deserve to be suicide-baited or harassed or doxxed. No one really does.

It’s incredibly hypocritical to ask for this type of toxic behavior to stop when you yourself also turn around and do the same thing.
You make your fandom, fictional content, and ships look bad– and all the other shippers and fans too.

I understand the frustration, the anger, the pain– but for the love of God, don’t go as far to actually tell them such awful, disgusting things, like to die.
It makes their victim-complex grow, and supports their cruddy argument that shippers are not the victims, they are. Don’t give them that.

You can be upset, you can have emotions– but all I’m saying is, don’t become one of them, be a decent person, try to think before you speak, just be as good of a person as you can be and if possible more, even when interacting with antis. 

this is completely unrelated to any of my usual content but @drygrasses and @by-ogdens-hammer are strong-arming me into a DnD campaign bc they’re both McElroy trash. Our party so far is:

  • Josh- half-elf/genasi paladin who has renounced their patron god; jerk, but good hair; Fight Club
  • Wrog- an orc historian/bard, a real Good Boy; even better hair; tiny lute
  • Laszlo- crabby human inkeeper-turned-warlock who gets himself turned into a dog; bad hair; very bad dog