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We… were not. 

War had ravaged us, and sickness, and war once again, until our population dwindled beyond the point of recovery. We struggled against that, of course… we used genetic manipulation, and cloning, and even more desperate measures. None succeeded. When the humans came, we were sinking into apathy, only a few tens of us left. We had begun to discuss whether we should commit a mass suicide, or simply wait to fade away. 

And then the young species came, in their clumsy ships, and they asked us why we were so few. 

“We are becoming extinct,” we told them. “We have passed the point of recovery.” 

It is custom to avoid the races that are dying – once a species reaches the point of inevitable extinction, even war is suspended, and the fiercest enemy pulls back. The custom was born of plagues and poisons that could be carried forth from a dying world to afflict a healthy one, but it has the implacable weight of tradition now. After we are gone, after they have waited for the prescribed period of quarantine, there will be a fight for our world. Habitable worlds are few, and this is a good one, with plenty of free groundwater and thriving vegetation. It is a bitter thing to be grateful for the custom that allows us to die in peace, but we are grateful.

But the humans don’t know that custom, and they do not leave. They seem distraught, when we tell them we are dying, and try to offer their aid - but their technology is behind ours, and it is too late. When they realize that they can’t save us, though, they do something that bewilders us. 

Miles: wait what was that middle thing

Jefferson: well he’s very insistent that she’s Spider-Woman but honestly he always seems to want to act professional when he’s in the mask so I can’t tell

Rio: you could ask him

Jefferson: honey we need to let him have his privacy he doesn’t want us to know

LATER

Rio: I wonder if the new Spider-Man has a girlfriend he seems like he’d be very nice

“wait wait wait - born in 2004? that was when dad was under house arrest for a while a few years before his trial, no way” “eh… I wouldn’t put it past him” “to sleep with someone in AUSTRALIA???” “he was a crafty asshole, I’ll give him that” “A-Yao… why are you talking about him in past tense again…”

jaiosjdfoa YES. 

They could call it Bastard Bingo and it’s Zixuan’s least favorite segment of the show. If they have enough probable cause to suspect a bingo–time frame, location, motive, and maybe an obscure medical similarity–you can get sent a button that reads ‘Possible Jin Bastard’.

JZX: Why do you do that?

MY: I wouldn’t read too much into it :)

chrestomanci, looking vaguely around: oh hello, howard

howl: so did I

sophie: wow that’s actually kind of sweet–

howl: a goddess of wrath and destruction

When Than said he used to have long hair…. i dropped everything I was doing to draw T__T I love it, they knew it would give him too much power.

the manic control of how he makes them walk down the stairs.

“if you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it” he says after nearly savagely kneecapping an 11 year old girl for trying to view it

and I found a tent with the prettiest corsets and spent 45 minutes getting laced into one corset after another and feeling increasingly miserable in each one until i felt defeated and really bad about my body.

and my friend was like “hey…………don’t you think corsets probably trigger your Horrible Chest Based Gender Dysphoria? maybe you should try on the men’s clothes…”

And I was like Surprised Pikachu.JPEG and I asked to try on a flowy linen shirt with puff sleeves and a doublet and I was like WAIT……THIS IS IT!!!! But I love corsets so much?? :’ (

And my brother was like “do you think….is it possible you, loving women, think women look pretty in corsets…………and you thought that meant You would feel pretty in one…..”

And it HONESTLY changed my life. Now I SO OFTEN catch myself looking at some High Femme woman and thinking I wished I looked like her and then I stop and realize no I don’t, I just think she’s pretty.