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                        IN    THE    OLD    WORLD,    HUMANS    WERE    SAID    TO    BE    MADE    IN    THE    IMAGE    OF    THEIR    GODS.  while  most  humans  denied  them,  there  were  many  who  held  strong  beliefs  in  the  craft  of  higher  beings.  9S  had  read  through  old  documents,  about  how  humankind  was  created  to  be  a    copy    of  their  creator  â  a  real,  visible,  tangible  representation  of  who  their  god  was  and  what  they  were  really  like.
                       but  he  could  never  understand  how  they  would  ever  come  to  such  a  conclusion.  there  was  rarely  ever  any  depiction  of  a  godâs  physical  form  in  most  civil  archives,  leaving  9S-  and  many  of  the  people  themselves-  to  think  of  them  as  but  an  idea.  a  non-sentient  form  that  existed  without  a  body  in  which  humanity  held  their  belief.  in  contrast,  humans  came  in  all  shapes  and  models:  short.  tall.  wide.  thin.  bald.  light.  tan.  were  they  really  made  in  a  godâs  image?  or  perhaps  only  in  their  own.
the  androidâs  fingers  flex  and  textured  leather  stretches  over  synthetic  muscle,  tubes  and  wires  and  circuits  whirring  beneath  the  thin  covering  of  what  was  to  be  called  their  skin.  heâd  found  old  anatomy  articles  in  the  earthâs  transferred  database;  they  said  that  human  skin  covered  meat  and  bone.  they  had  blood  and  muscle  and  tissue.  not  oil  and  rubber.  thin  brows  knit  together  and  9S  stops  to  think.
he  thinks  of  what  it  was  like  for  humans  to  be  able  to    feel    things  on  their  own,  while  he  had  to  calibrate  his  own  sensors  regularly.  he  thinks  of  what  it  was  like  for  humans  to  be  able  to  feel    warmth    by  simply  being  in  presence  of  the  sun,  while  he  had  to  only  had  to  temporarily  stall  his  fans  or  vented  adapters.  he  thinks  of  what  it  was  like  for  humans  to  be  able  to  feel    cold,    while  he  could  only  feel  his  joints  lock  up  in  the  worse  conditions.
the  wind  starts  to  pick  up  and  heâs  running  his  hands  over  his  arms.  he  didnât  even  get  goosebumps.
                        IT    WAS    ALSO    SAID    THAT    MAN    COULD    NOT    LOSE    THE    IMAGE    WITHOUT    CEASING    TO    BE    WHAT    HE    IS.  9S  could  never  quite  figure  out  what  that  meant.  as  humans  were  crafted,  it  wasnât  only  their  bodies  that  were  being  created,  heâd  read,  but  also  their  sense  of  self.  who  they  were  and  who  they  would  become.  even  in  sin,  the  image  would  not  be  lost-  only  marred;  however  some  archives  depicted  their  higher  beings  as  imperfect  as  well,  as  they  also  fell  into  mischief  and  destruction  and  death.  so  really,  what  was  it  that  separated  them  from  humanity?
did  gods  ever  feel  the  cold?  were  they  ever  warm?  did  they  ever  feel  things  as  humans  did:  each  sensation  and  fear  and  desire?  such  things  were  never  particularly  distinguishable  to  him  â  to  any  of  his  kind.    â  Apparently,  the  feeling  of  excitement  experienced  during  combat  is  close  to  what  humans  call  âloveâ.  â    did  humans  ever  feel  such  a  way?  did  their  gods?
                        IN    THIS    WORLD,    ANDROIDS    WERE    MADE    IN    THE    IMAGE    OF    HUMANKIND.  they,  too,  were  bodies  crafted  in  the  image  of  a  higher  being,  with  a  sense  of  self  -  of  who  they  were  and  who  they  would  become.  akin  to  humans,  they  were  programmed  with  a  purpose.  they  were  created  with  the  belief  of  a  presence  higher  than  themselves,  a  presence  to  live  for.  to  fight  for.  and  like  humans,  androids  couldnât  lose  the  image  without  ceasing  to  be  what  they  were.
                       gods  and  humans  and  androids.  a  being  made  as  a  being  made  as  a  being.  the  differences  between  the  three  were  far  and  few  and  9S  couldnât  help  but  think  that  maybe  he  could  dare  to  assume  that  they  were  created  as  copies  of  humankindâs  gods  as  well-    for  what  separated  them  but  a  few  hundreds  of  thousands  of  miles  and  physical  make-up?
                       the  war  was  seemingly  never-ending  â  but  once  all  threats  are  eradicated  from  this  earth  for  humankind  to  finally  return..  perhaps  9S  could  ask  a  god  himself.
#in which nines thinks about the image#of humans to gods#and androids to humans#and the differences of all three
Postcolonial Love Poem, âWolf OR-7âČ by Natalie Diaz
[ID: I confuse instinct for desire - isnât bite also touch?]
@cruelset : â i donât want to beat you, 2B. i just want to kill you. "
on the precipice of her built - in heart hangs an unnamable emotion. what an infernal thing it was. what a cruel way to be made. to have these forbidden things wired into your very being. she wishes she could reach into herself and rip out each receptor one by one until she could feel nothing at all.
kill her. a cathartic thought crosses her mind at his madness - addled words: if she'd ever meet her end by anyone, it should be him.
her fingers tighten around the hilt of her sword. it did nothing to ruminate on such things. the outcome would remain the same. the cycle would continue. his screams would ring in her ears, his blood would stain her hands. the overgrowth of thorns would dig further into her. but, even when he's like this: eyes glinting with manic red, voice tinged with bloodlust, mind defiled by the virus; the cavity of her chest feels like it will collapse at the idea of carrying out her duty. she has failed him again.
" . . . nines. " she allows herself this one indulgence, this illusion of closeness. perhaps it is even crueler, to withhold the affection and familiarity he so ardently seeks from her until he's too far gone for it to matter. speaking so warmly when she was about to purge this version of him from existence, affording him this kindness in his final moments...it was selfish. " i'm sorry. "
she points the end of her blade towards him. " . . . it'll all be over soon. "
STOP IT. DONâT LOOK AT [ME] LIKE THAT. DONâT LOOK. not at what iâve become. despair takes a front seat now ; mask cracks. he can no longer hide the GUILT. he can no longer hide the SHAME of his emotions. his human - like feelings that plague his very conscience. it eats at him slowly and itâs a burn he cannot soothe, no matter how many times he reassured himself that THEY are wrong. that YORHA is to blame. TWOBE IS TO BLAME.
he closes his eyes, and he envisions himself. body  begins  to  be  swallowed  into  the  darkness.  black  ink  taints  the  droidâs body and mind,  what  is  left  of  it,  in  a  disgusting  display  of  triumph.  itâs  scary  here.  nothingness  weighs  heavy  on 9Sâs body,  but he  does not move.  does not breathe. canât. the  feeling  creeps  up  on  him again,  bumps  raise on  skin ( WHAT A DISGUISTINGLY HUMAN DISPLAY! ) and  the  eyes  of that darkness, Itself,  burns so  painfully  into  his sockets.Â
it burns and burns, burns some more, and a  familiar  warmth  coats  his fingers.  his hands.  his arms. HE  WANTS  IT  OUT. he wants to get rid of it. get rid of her. if he rids of her, he rids of the fire coursing through his body. his veins. his heart. ( his heart? ) right? had to be. had to explain the very urge to take back what was rightfully his. take her life. her memories, like sheâs done to him over and over and over again.
he burns in this madness,  but  not  in  silence. never in silence.
eyes are open now ; what was once considered a warm moniker brings him back to the present. twobeâs voice was never this course. never this GRATING. he remembers once that he listened to her speak, and her words floated in the air like a fine tune. a beautiful melody he could never quite tire of.  she was pure white light, untouched by the 9Sâs filth and desire-driven shame that he would hide and bury so deep within his core. pretend wasnât there. but now he looks at her and all he sees is red. DIRTY RED. FILTHY RED. he hates the color. hates it. hates her. kill her.  hates her. destroy her. hates her. crave her. hates her. hates her. HATES HER  â
teeth grit audibly, knuckles are white from the unforgiving grip he maintains on cruel oath. sheâs going to kill him, he knows this. body moves on its own now, though, and blade is directed in return to her. virus does its job. purges all logic. ( all logic? ) 9S is happy, though. happy that theyâve finally been brought back together. happy that they get to share this moment. happy that he finally gets to open twobeâs eyes, and show her exactly what SHE had done. what she had driven him to do. he yearns to destroy. yearns to be destroyed. heâs happy  â will always be happy  â that it will be by her hands once more.
â youâre totally right, 2B  â  he laughs now,  â it will be over soon. â  body lowers. he takes the offensive and lunges.
HĂ©lĂšne Cixous, from The Selected Plays of HĂ©lĂšne Cixous; âPortrait of Doraâ
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âI have never been allowed to be holy, / I have never been forgiven for wanting.â
â Gwen Benaway, from âBoys,â Holy Wild (via lifeinpoetry)
â iâll be gone long before then .  â
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â IS THAT REALLY WHAT YOU THINK? â inquiry comes innocent, head turning to touch chin & shoulder.  he's  looking  at  her  now,  frame  leaning  back  with  arms  out  behind  him  for  support.  the  grass  is  soft  underneath  his  fingers  and  kurou  can't  remember  the  last  time  he'd  been  able  to  rest.  to  feel. crackle of the fire is softer now ; warmth dims and he can feel the breeze pick up. the night always feels so much colder  â lonelier.Â
living  in  a  world  in  which  they  are  offered  no  reprieve,  no  mercy from  the  cruel  fate  most  are  sentenced  to. people die, and they will continue to die  :  whether  by natural disasters, famine,  poverty,  shades  â  the unending grief becomes overwhelming.  dispiriting. he  can't  help  but  understand  why  she  would  feel  this  way,  it  was  a  sentiment-  though  saddening-  widely  shared. still, he canât help but want to look at the silver linings of it all.
"  i  mean .  .  . you  never  know.  we  could  be  free  of  this  â  all  of  it  â  in  this  lifetime.  we  just  have  to . . . i donât know,  keep  fighting.  "
Charles Wright, âClear NightâÂ
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đđđ đ”đ¶đ”đœđŹđčđ©đšđł đ·đčđ¶đŽđ·đ»đș .   (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal action prompts .  mature and potentially triggering themes  are  present .  add  â + reverse â  to  swap  assigned  roles .)
â o1ïč sender tucks hair out of receiverâs face . â o2ïč sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . â o3ïč sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap . â o4ïč sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music . â o5ïč sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare . â o6ïč sender gives receiver company in the hospital . â o7ïč sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . â o8ïč sender shows up at receiverâs home late at night . â o9ïč sender falls asleep leaning against receiver . â 1oïč sender wields a [ gun / knife ] at receiver . â 11ïč sender runs their fingers through receiverâs hair . â 12ïč sender invites receiver to dance . â 13ïč sender takes a [ picture / video ] of receiver . â 14ïč sender places their head in receiverâs lap . â 15ïč sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room . â 16ïč sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them . â 17ïč sender and receiver cook together . â 18ïč sender comes to receiver after being injured . â 19ïč sender sits in receiverâs lap . â 2oïč sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact . â 21ïč sender overtakes receiver in combat . â 22ïč sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] . â 23ïč sender straightens an article of receiverâs clothes . â 24ïč sender crawls into bed with receiver . â 25ïč sender rolls their eyes at receiver . â 26ïč sender lights receiverâs [ cigarette / joint ] . â 27ïč sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes . â 28ïč sender strikes receiver with a pillow . â 29ïč sender writes a note on receiverâs skin : [ note ] . â 3oïč sender wraps a blanket around receiverâs shoulders . â 31ïč sender runs and jumps into receiverâs arms . â 32ïč sender shoves receiver out of anger . â 33ïč sender  hovers  over  receiverâs  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . â 34ïč sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldnât be . â 35ïč sender curls up against receiver in their sleep . â 36ïč sender is found drunk by receiver . â 37ïč sender throws an item of sentiment bitterly at receiver . â 38ïč sender joins receiver in the shower . â 39ïč sender is caught following receiver . â 4oïč sender traces one of receiverâs [ scars / bruises ] . â 41ïč sender twines their fingers with receiverâs . â 42ïč sender barges into receiverâs home unannounced . â 43ïč sender kicks receiverâs shin beneath a table . â 44ïč sender aggressively shoves past receiver . â 45ïč sender kisses receiverâs [ forehead / cheek ] . â 46ïč sender pulls receiver out of harmâs way . â 47ïč sender is found sobbing by receiver . â 48ïč sender locks receiver out of their room . â 49ïč sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning . â 5oïč sender rests their forehead against receiverâs . â 51ïč sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] . â 52ïč sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver . â 53ïč sender buys receiver a drink at a bar . â 54ïč sender needs receiverâs help getting in the bath . â 55ïč sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night . â 56ïč sender twists receiverâs arm behind their back . â 57ïč sender winks at receiver . â 58ïč sender is found collapsed by receiver . â 59ïč sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up . â 6oïč sender claps a hand over receiverâs mouth to silence them . â 61ïč sender cages receiver against a [ wall / the floor ] with their arms . â 62ïč sender storms away from receiver during an argument . â 63ïč sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiverâs bed . â 64ïč sender [ applies / touches up ] receiverâs makeup . â 65ïč sender throws receiver into a wall during combat . â 66ïč sender dances sensually with receiver . â 67ïč sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . â 68ïč sender places their hand on receiverâs leg while driving . â 69ïč sender pulls a chair out from under receiver . â 7oïč sender catches receiverâs wrist when they turn to leave . â 71ïč sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver . â 72ïč sender beats receiver in a video game . â 73ïč sender and receiver stand in stunned silence after a fight . â 74ïč sender cares for receiver while theyâre sick . â 75ïč sender  and receiver go on a hike . â 76ïč sender is caught snooping in receiverâs things . â 77ïč sender  and receiver cuddle while watching television . â 78ïč sender throws something aggressively at receiver . â 79ïč sender creeps up behind receiver to scare them . â 8oïč sender and receiver go shopping together . â 81ïč sender helps receiver [ dye / style ] their hair . â 82ïč sender draws receiver into a kiss by the back of their neck . â 83ïč sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver . â 84ïč sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring . â 85ïč sender grabs receiver roughly by the hair . â 86ïč sender brings receiver to their knees during combat . â 87ïč sender shows receiver evidence of a lie they told . â 88ïč sender  winks [ seductively / mockingly ] at receiver . â 89ïč sender yells at receiver to put their hands in the air . â 9oïč sender helps receiver patch up a wound . â 91ïč sender holds receiver as they cry . â 92ïč sender silently and angrily points receiver towards the door . â 93ïč sender  gestures for receiver to sit down . â 94ïč sender  pulls receiver into their lap . â 95ïč sender cradles receiverâs face . â 96ïč sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger . â 97ïč sender has hidden an injury from receiver , and receiver finds out . â 98ïč sender confronts receiver about their unhealthy behavior . â 99ïč sender proposes to receiver . â 1ooïč sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .
âSTAND UP. Weâre not finished here,â energy levels are depleting, yet without breaking a sweat, she maintains a cool face â a mask that hardly ever slips, if at all, even as each intake of breath grows heavy, almost too cumbersome to hide. â&. If you intend to stay, I promise this wonât be a good time. For you.â
@cruelsetâ hit that â„ .
CHEST ERRATICALLY RISES & FALLS, heâs panting for  air  that  doesn't fill  lungs  fast  enough. heat radiation increases and circuits begin to whirr, thereâs  a  ghost  of  a  tremble  that  haunt  gloved  fingers  and itâs  taking  everything  in  him  to  make  it  STOP. to tremble? to fear? how utterly, grossly human of him to do so. to be smart would be to abandon this battle â one he is destined to lose. but he couldnât. canât. Â
is it ego? is it pride? does one hold the capacity for such feelings? no, of course not . . . so why? why is he still here, CRUEL OATH pointed towards the one being that is sure to kill him? simple : itâs what he deserves. needs. he YEARNS to be destroyed. yearns to destroy. no matter what or who stands in his way ; after all, if he just destroys it, itâll all just go away.  ( what is âitâ? )   itâll  go  away.  ( it? or them?  )    go   away.                         GO     AWAY!!Â
sky blues are overtaken by an unforgiving red. pure  white  wall  is  stained  ugly  black . . . virus  making  quick  work  to  r u i n.  â hey, hey, a2 . . . did you know? yâknow the commanderâs got a dirty little secret â the reason we live to die like we do? Â
â itâs so funny, really . . . a2 . . .  â
9s and 2b + touchesÂ
for @hollowinkyspider đ§Ąđ
Donât Tell Your Uber Driver Youâre Going to an Orgy, Donte Collins
tw choking mention because what the fuck is wrong with nines
9S as heâs being strangled by 2B:
Her hands wrap themselves around my neck.
Feeling your weight on me, feeling the warmth of your hands...my throat is being crushed, slowly but surely.
Iâve lost my voice.
But, I thoughtâŠ
...that weâre touching each other right now.
Almost as if - Iâm directly connected...to...you...
- Strategy Guide/Game Chapter Comments [Chapter 10] [The Ark Wiki]

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