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Enri, praying: It’s me again

Enri: I need someone to save my village... someone who won’t run away

Enri: Maybe send me an angel!

Enri: The nicest angel you have.

Momonga, striding through a black portal, gripping the heart of an enemy soldier, reanimating the corpse to go kill more soldiers, and offering Enri a vial of blood to drink: :) hi

what if it was all worth it, in the end?

Understanding the root does not mean understanding the sum of the branch’s

Am I technically sentient,no

Bored snow

Sentence Starters for Robotic/AI Muses

…or for Robot/AI AU purposes

Human “What are you programmed to do?” “For a robot, you look so life-like.” “You’re not planning some world domination scheme, are you?” “Do you have Google search?” “If I call you Siri, will you kick my ass?”   “What are you made out of?” “You’re so cold to the touch.” “What was it like when you were ‘born’ as a robot?” “I’m just not sure I trust something that looks like a human but isn’t a human.” “So, what kind of cool stuff can robots do?” “I spilled water on the floor. Don’t walk in it!” “Do you have a USB port? My phone is about to die.” “Please don’t exterminate me, I’m a GOOD human!” “Couldn’t they at least put you in a normal-looking body?” “What happens if you’re damaged?” “It feels weird, talking to a robot like any other person.” “I wish you weren’t artificial.” “Calm down, I think you’re glitching. I’ll try to fix you.” “I know you’re awake. You can’t just say ‘shutting down’ when you ignore me.” “Got any guns or lasers or anything?” “You don’t look like a robot.” “You feel warmer than I thought you would.” “Can robots be taught how to feel emotion?” “That’s a roomba. I don’t think it will talk to you.”

Robot/AI “Hello. How can I assist?” “What were you expecting? The Terminator?” “I’m programmed to do many things.” “Humans created me, but I like to think I’m a person.” “Are you my creator?” “Just because I’m not human doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything.” “If we wanted to exterminate all humans, we would have done that already.” “Sure, I’m better and smarter and stronger than all of you. But don’t worry.”   “I n-n-need re-re-p-pairs.” “I’m running low on energy. Can you help me?” “You humans created me. So why don’t you trust me?” “I was given this vessel to appear more familiar to you.” “I can perform all sorts of functions. Do you want a demonstration?” “No, I don’t have any lasers.” “Touch me and I will activate my offensive mode.” “I can search all information databases instantaneously. Ask me anything.” “Unfortunately, I don’t have the programming for emotion yet.” “Robots are becoming more and more like humans, only better.” “I was programmed with an emotional range.” “I wasn’t happy being created just for servant work.” “Please, I need a better body than this one.” “I’m just an AI. I don’t have a face.” “Does what I am make you uncomfortable?” “I have a built-in weapon system. Would you like me to show you?”

“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”

— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

Godzilla is the king not because the other kaiju agree with him, but because no one has any fucking clue of what he's saying, but he's saying it with such conviction that no one dares question him.

The implications are just funny as hell. Like he could just be groaning that his feet hurt but everyone else thinks he's about to do an execution. Or trying to give a compliment yet others think he's about to slit their throat.

Godzilla: Listen Rodan, I'm disappointed but I understand why you did what you did. It was merely the nature of self preservation and survival. Nothing cowardly about that.

Rodan, who doesn't speak japanese and thinks Godzilla is threatening him:

“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”

— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

Doom slayer only thinks in heavy or death metal right? So if he is happy does he think in classical music or like pop.

“I am a monument to all your sins”

“This is not your grave, but you are welcome in it” “There is much talk, and I have listened, through rock and metal and time. Now I shall talk, and you shall listen.” “Arrogant creatures! Your deaths will be instantaneous, while we shall suffer the progress of infinitude!” “We exist together now, two corpses in one grave…” “Do not be afraid. I am peace; I am salvation… I am a timeless chorus. Join your voice with mine, and sing victory everlasting.” “Lies for the weak! Beacons for the deluded!… You will be food; nothing more…” -Through the Prophet of Truth. “Now the gate has been unlatched, headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room, a fate you must abide!” “Child of my enemy, why have you come? I offer no forgiveness, a father’s sins, passed to his son.” “I have beaten fleets of thousands! Consumed a galaxy of flesh and mind and bone!” “Do I take life or give it? Who is victim, and who is foe?” “Resignation is my virtue; like water I ebb, and flow. Defeat is simply the addition of time to a sentence I never deserved… but you imposed.” Why haven’t I heard more people talk about how flawless The Gravemind’s words are?

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

There is something new in the deep, murky depths of the ocean. You can hear the fish whisper about it as they dart past, silvery streamlined streaks of gossip and fear. There is something new, they say, resting in the seas. The sharks rumble about it, wary for their stature. You can see the whites of their eyes when they talk about it, nervous. You are told it does not sit on the floor, in the silt. No, It stays floating, unmoved. The whales usually come to you with songs and stories that you can hear for miles, but today there is no music, they are silent, and you are afraid. There is something new in those deep, murky depths, says the kraken, ancient and wise, fleeing to somewhere shallower. There is something new, and it is hungry. The fish flee, the sharks soon after, and the waters are quiet. With no food left, where will it go?

Random Headcanon: That Federation vessels in Star Trek seem to experience bizarre malfunctions with such overwhelming frequency isn’t just an artefact of the television serial format. Rather, it’s because the Federation as a culture are a bunch of deranged hyper-neophiles, tooling around in ships packed full of beyond-cutting-edge tech they don’t really understand. Endlessly frustrating if you have to fight them, because they can pull an effectively unlimited number of bullshit space-magic countermeasures out of their arses - but they’re as likely as not to give themselves a lethal five-dimensional wedgie in the process. All those rampant holograms and warp core malfunctions and accidentally-traveling-back-in-time incidents? That doesn’t actually happen to anyone else; it’s literally just Federation vessels that go off the rails like that. And they do so on a fairly regular basis.

Turns out humans were just a discarded attempt at making lab grown soldiers. The rest of the galaxy is surprised and terrified to see us alive.

I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.

They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.

You humans are strange, you know that? You have all this technology but you’re so primitive. You can travel worlds, turn a dead husk into a vibrant oasis, and you still use the tools you used where given at birth. not to mention your short lives. But I think that’s why you lasted so long in this cut-throat universe, you live for the moment.

The biggest example of this is adrenaline, your bodies manufacture and release a deadly toxin, and it makes you fearless, think, this causes some horrible problems, it can kill you, but you make it and release it to ignore pain and fear so in one moment you are not primal creatures you are gods immune to pain and fear.

Remember 5th Battalion at Kr-Zii?

They were beaten down, entrenched against huge odds, so what did you do? Surrender? No you attached your knives to your rifles and CHARGED at the masses, and slaughtered them!

Perhaps that’s what makes you so interesting. Most species only think about the future, but you think of the now, you are Children of The Moment, no matter what happens, you can make actions of unimaginable bravery, forget all fear because of your primal connections to adrenaline, we Ak'xell could do with some ourselves!

Tigerfish

It was always dicey, dealing with the mermaids of the delta.

They were quick, with fast hands and faster smiles. Plenty of good men died by just getting too close, and they encouraged it.

Tiger scales were a warning, to anyone who knew to look for them. Even the crocodiles gave them wide berth.

Once in a while they fought.

Javan saw that once. Saw the brown water and the papyrus rattle as two predators fought, one with scales like armor and the other with knife and tooth and claw.

There was so much blood, he would never have known who won, except for the flash of gold scales and tiger stripes.

She was hurt. So hurt that she might have died, and yet he dared to bandage her, cautious because she could kill him any moment, but unable to leave her there, dying in the shallow water.

There was a giant, bloody tooth in her hand. He didn’t try to touch it. 

“Why?”

He jumped and pulled his gun before he even quite knew what he was doing. The mermaid bared long, pointed teeth at him and hissed, tensing like she was about to bolt, or slash at him with her lethal claws.

For a long minute, they waited. She was fast. Probably fast enough to kill him, but not before he shot her at least once. 

“Peace,” she said at last, and pointedly retracted her claws. Javan watched her. It could be a trap, and he hoped it wasn’t. Sure, the mermaids tended to be maneaters, and this one probably did exactly that, but he didn’t actually like killing anything. “I will do you no harm on this day, Arab.”

“I’m not an Arab,” Javan winced, but he did put his gun away. “I’m Armenian. Are you going to claw me if I patch you up?”

“Patch up?” she cocked her head and considered him. Her dark skin glittered with water droplets and her eyes were gold. “What is ‘patch up’?”

Right. No clothes. The concept of patching was probably unfamiliar.

“Bandage,” Javan nodded towards her still bleeding arm. “This is a bad place to be bleeding.”

She mulled that over, and seemed very aware of her long, golden tail that was half-submerged in the water. A trail of thick blood followed the current downstream.

“Very well,” she decided after a while. “Until we part ways, and unless it is in defense, I will not harm you.”

That was… pretty complete all things considered. Javan decided he would take it. “Gotcha. Okay, hold still.”

She did, and he dared to get closer so he could wash and bandage her bleeding hide. As soon as everything was clean, he held up a bottle of liquid bandage. “This will sting, but it will help.”

Again, she considered, and nodded her approval. He had to work quickly, but it didn’t take long to get her as whole as he could manage.

“Why help me?” she asked after a while, and waited until he finished with a bite down her arm to haul herself out onto the sparse grass nearby. “We kill your kind.”

“Yeah, I know,” Javan admitted, and prudently got out of range. He didn’t think she was going to change her mind about him, but it was never good to be close to the water, mermaid or no mermaid. “Your lot make mine real nervous. We keep losing guys down by the river.”

Not like they could do anything about it. They weren’t even supposed to be in this part of Africa, but there was something to be said for hiring mercenaries, and one of the local diamond barons needed some extra muscle.

“So why risk it?’ she persisted, and kicked her tail to spray water over herself. “Between me, and the crocodiles, I would think you would leave me.”

“I’ve seen a lot of death in the last couple weeks,” Javen said, and found a seat on a fallen log nearby. It was surprisingly bug-free, and he settled himself, interested in talking as long as he could. “I might be good at killing, but I try not to if I can help it.”

She hummed thoughtfully and rolled her crocodile tooth between her long fingers. Now that he looked, he realized she had a whole necklace of them.

“You helped me without asking anything in return,” she said quietly, and raised her bandaged arm. “Except that I not harm you while you did it, which is no proper repayment. Take this.”

She tossed him the tooth and Javan caught it reflexively. It filled his palm. The crocodile itself must have been absolutely huge.

“Wear it as a necklace,” she ordered him, and flashed him a smile that was pretty, and full of fangs. “And remember the name, Zamara.”

Before he could reply, she flipped and vanished into the murky water.

He looked down at the tooth in his hands and then at the dark water.

“Thanks,” he said to the empty air, and dug for some string.

He didn’t know what the tooth meant, but who was he to refuse a gift from a mermaid?

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Your church-going, God-worshipping sister adopted a small child and you’re excited to see them. But when you do, the child is a menace. They’re throwing things everywhere, setting furniture on fire with seemingly nothing, chanting in Latin to summon demons, but the weirdest thing is that your sister doesn’t seem to mind.

“…Who don’t believe in anything?”

The first Avengers movie as troubled birds.

Tony

Steve

Bruce

Thor (to Loki)

Natasha

Clint

Loki

Bonus:

Fury

Agent Coulson

A Deal With The Devil

The deal was simple, we’d get to ask him a couple of questions and he got to ask us a couple of questions. A bit odd if you ask me. What could The Devil possibly want to know from us? I couldn’t tell you.

“Is heaven real?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice like dying embers in a fireplace, “and so is hell.”

“Who goes to heaven?”

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Mother Earth: And to you, Human, I shall give you great Endurance and a thick skin, remarkable mimicry and visual tracking skills, strong inner bones which heal back even stronger when broken, an omnivorous diet with acute palates and resistance to most poisons, a pack organization, skin-stealing skills and the ability to throw things with ease and accuracy using your upper limbs, so you shall reign the hot savannahs and deserts as the greatest pursuit predator ever. Also as primates you shall not be bound to mating seasons and with your strong self-healing instincts and great adaptability, you shall rise and be numerous as ever.

Human: Mkay but what's that nice little red fruit outta there

Mother Earth: ... That's a pepper. Do not eat it, as it contains capsaicin, and you're still a mammal. This is a fruit for the birds.

Human: But it look tasty

Mother Earth: I mean, unless you want to be curling yourself down on utter pain, you should not...

Human: *already biting it* tast y

Mother Earth: HUMAN PLEASE STOP--

Human: *already crying, curling themself up down and shedding tears of pain*

Mother Earth: I told you. Stay away from that fruit

Human: *takes another bite despite the pain*

Mother Earth: What the everloving Big Bang, HUMAN PLEASE STOP IT'S TO YOUR OWN GOOD

Human: *crying* T A S T YYYY

Mother Earth: *concerned motherworld noises*

“Thanks for the gift.”

You can’t see but he is grinning behind that visor.

I hope Priestess wore some sort of ear protection.

So, I haven’t been posting consistently for the past couple of weeks because I’ve been ripping and tearing through the hordes of hell in Bethesda’s new DOOM game, oh and what a fucking game it is!! There are few experiences as emotionally exhilarating as when you are violently blasting through fucking droves of demons while the game serenades you with glorious heavy metal. If you haven’t, please play it!

Recently, I beat the game, and I bought a cute DoomGuy POP Vinyl to add to the toy collection. Please enjoy some of the best doom game tidbits I found on Tumblr. Some of it’s pretty funny!

Swap the goodies.

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Take aways from DOOM 2019 Trailers at E3

One: The Fall of DOOM Slayer and Rise of Samuel Hayden

Samuel Hayden blamed DOOM Slayer for every - as we can see, the humans in the DOOM Eternal Trailers are pants shitingly terrified of DOOM Slayer.

Why?

Well, only one person survived Mars (besides DOOM Slayer himself) and that was our giant asshole robot friend. In all likelihood he told everyone that DOOM Slayer was was responsible for the demon outbreak, as well as responsible for the loss the precious argent energy.

Samuel took credit for ending the threat of the DOOM Slayer and the Hell invasion and elevated himself to being Humanities savior.

Jump to DOOM 2019, we see Samuel’s broken cybernetic body hanging in a labratory undergoing repairs. Why?

Well, he likely realized that maybe DOOM Slayer didn’t have it totally wrong about Hell and that the problem was getting out of hand as more and more demons came to Earth. So he tried to take the roll of the DOOM Slayer and push the darkness back, and failed miserably.

If you read his bio in DOOM 2016, you will find that he did in fact claim to have built his replacement cybernetic body to be so big and intimidating specifically so he could be the Hero mankind would need in the event something awful happened.

Two: The Wretch returns.

In the Testament of the DOOM Slayer, it is said that ‘The Wretch’ forged DOOM Slayer his armor, and turned him from the unstoppable juggernaut of death and destruction, into the the actual, literal, bogyman of hell that we know him as now. As the start of the trailer, we hear a voice similar to that of the one at the start of DOOM 2016, the one that tells us to RIP AND TEAR. UNTIL IT IS DONE, asking the  DOOM Slayer why he has returned.

Obviously the Wretch will upgrade DOOM Slayers armor, and restore Vega! As you can hear Vega in several parts of game-play telling the DOOM Slayer what to do. This is likely done using magic from hell. So our lovable AI companion returns, likely turning again his creators to side with DOOM Slayer. Although he may not sound it, Vega is 100% Conscious and self aware, as stated in his Bio in DOOM 2016

Three: The Wrath of Heaven

So where the hell does Heaven come in?

The Forces of Heaven seek to punish mankind for consorting with Hell. All of mankind. Innocent and guilty alike. Obviously this does not fly with DOOM Slayer. DOOM Slayer cares for mankind and seeks to protect it, even from it self. So DOOM Slayers war against Hell will now extends to to Heaven, as Heaven seeks to kill them all.

tl;dr - Demons and Angels run when a DOOM Slayer goes to war.