DNI if you have no whimsy

Obviously, the goal of this experiment is to grow the lobsters until they’re big enough to settle to the seabed and then release them, because they have a much higher likelihood of surviving to adulthood when they’re able to hide. Ideally, captive lobster hatcheries can boost the wild population and keep things stable, so we don’t have a major crash in a decade or two.

The first year we tried this was pretty bad. We had a lot of eggs, but very few babies. It turned out that the CO2 levels in the building spiked as more guests visited throughout the summer, and that settled into the water and threw off the pH and caused a chemical reaction that prevented a lot of the eggs from hatching. I think we ended up releasing three baby lobsters (which is still better than their wild survival rate but not great).

The second year was a little better. We added a de-gasser to the aquarium and got a ton of larval lobsters, but right as they were settling to the bottom we had a disease outbreak that killed most of them. We ended up releasing four babies at the end of the season.

But this year? Oh boy. We have so many lobsters that we had to release the first round early (usually we wait till September or October so guests can see them). We just released a total of FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE baby lobsters, and we still have over a hundred who haven’t settled to the bottom yet. I genuinely don’t even have words to explain how cool this is. OVER FIVE HUNDRED. We just added hundreds of lobsters to the wild population that wouldn’t have been there otherwise.

Imagine this;

The photos of Celine riding around on her motorcycles go viral. Kawasaki realizes oh hey, marketing opportunity and reaches out to see if SLE/Celine is willing to do a collab photoshoot with their people.

To sweeten the pot, they offer to let Celine do a test ride of one of their new models that haven't been released to the public yet. (This actually does convince Celine to do the collab).

(Rumi, in the meantime is trying to do everything in her power to stop this from happening to no avail.

Her attempts are being sabotaged by both Zoey, who wants more pictures of Celine on a bike thank you very much, and Mira, who is desperately trying to convince Celine that she can be trusted to ride one of Celine's tricked out babies.)

The photos come out. Celine is dripping sex appeal in the way only a woman in full leather on a bike and looking so comfortable on it can. The internet goes feral.

(Rumi: These photos are indecent.

Mira: She's literally covered up from the neck down.

If they could, they’d 100% donate kidneys to each other and help hide the corpse—no hesitation, no questions asked. But that still doesn’t stop them from yeeting each other under the proverbial train whenever it’s even slightly funny.

Demon Rearing by @beansmakesthings

First batch of headcanons for the Superman AU:

Celine belonged to the military guild and Mi‑yeong to the artistic one.

It was Mi‑yeong who began courting Celine, fascinated by her beauty and the strength that accompanied it. Celine rejected her for a long time, too attached to Krypton’s rules and her own guild, until she finally yielded to her charms, enchanted by her voice.

Matricomp deemed their relationship incompatible. They decided to steal a ship and a birth matrix and set out into the stars. Mi‑yeong believed the universe was too beautiful to spend a life in one place. Celine believed in Mi‑yeong. That was enough to leave.

Rumi was born far from Krypton. The birth matrix had been slightly damaged during her mothers’ escape and exposed to cosmic radiation. This caused her left eye to develop weaker powers than the right (it sees worse, its heat vision doesn’t reach the same temperatures and causes pain and fatigue more quickly), her hair took on a purple tint, and some of her tissues became denser. She also accumulates solar energy faster and in greater amounts, but long, intense periods without sunlight can quickly lead to exhaustion and weakness.

For five years they wandered through star systems, living like nomads of the universe. Mi‑yeong was at her most creative then; Celine at her most stressed—she lost count of how many times they had to flee or fight because Mi‑yeong became too enamored with something she absolutely shouldn’t have. Fortunately, Rumi’s presence added a bit of sense to her life.

Rumi grew up in space, learning from both her mothers. From Mi‑yeong she learned art, music, and wonder; from Celine discipline, survival, and combat.

Red dwarfs make up the majority of stars (70-80% of all stars), so during their travels they rarely had the chance to be exposed to radiation from other types of stars. The Sun was the first yellow star they had ever seen.

Mi‑yeong always followed beauty, so when she heard rumors of the Sun’s beauty, she decided they should go there. That’s where they encountered slave hunters. Celine managed to destroy all the attackers, but Mi‑yeong was gravely wounded while protecting Rumi. Celine pushed the ship to its limits, but she couldn’t make it in time. She buried her beloved on Jeju Island, in the most beautiful place she could find. At the burial site she placed a great stone, burned Mi‑yeong’s name into it, and together with Rumi sang her favorite songs.

The first hours on Earth were a nightmare for Celine—her grief worsened the sensory overload caused by the Sun’s radiation. In her suffering she nearly hurt Rumi.

It was always the same dream. Her and her girls, beneath the Seonangdang, dressed in hanboks, the Honmoon dancing around them as they sung lullabies in three part harmony, threading through her fingers as they fed it into a loom, weaving...something.

What was weirder is that all three of them kept sharing the same dream.

"Maybe we're performing maintenance in our sleep?" Zoey had suggested, "That's what dreams are anyways, loading screens while our brains sort out the day's events,"

"But that's before you add magic into the equation," Mira countered, "Did Celine have anything to say?"

Rumi shook her head, "There are a lot on dreams in the records, even shared ones, but nothing of substance. The shared ones were just a byproduct of the Honmoon connection,"

"But why did we only start dreaming together now?"

Rumi shrugged, helpless.

"Maybe we're overthinking things," Mira sighed, pressing kisses to their foreheads, "This is all Honmoon nonsense and we need to wait for it to make sense,"

---

So the dreams continued, on and off through months, throughout appearances on variety shows where Mira was a standout with children, throughout trips to California where they'd spend time with Zoey's niece and nephew, days spent with children, nights weaving together the Honmoon, mornings spent with songs on her lips and a deep, deep want in her heart.

Then, one night, they finished, and Rumi snapped awake to the fading glow of the Honmoon.

Mira and Zoey roused beside her, looking about as flabbergasted as she felt.

"What-,"

A whine suddenly cut through the room.

An infant's cry.

The three of them scrambled to the edge of the bed, and looked down.

A baby looked up them, swaddled in a patterned cloth the shimmered like the Honmoon.

"WHAT THE-,"

The baby whined, cutting off Zoey's words, and Mira swooped down, collecting the baby into her arms.

"Rumi, Rumi she has patterns,"

She pulled aside the blanket, pointing out dark markings criss-crossing her arm and cheek, like patterns, but softer, rounder, like strings of the Honmoon.

"The dreams," Rumi whispered, "Weaving, oh fuck,"

Zoey let out an insane little giggle, "Oh my god our yearning created a child. Are, are we moms now?"

The words settled over the three of them like a blanket, Mira rocking the child, humming a now familiar lullaby.

"Yes," Rumi declared with an insistence that surprised even her, "Yes, we can be her moms. Wait, it's a girl, right?"

"Yep."

Kind of imagining the call to Celine going like;

"Okay so I need you to be, like, not upset and to keep an open mind okay??"

Which is pretty much the exact thing Rumi shouldn't have said because Celine immediately responds with a stressed, "Rumi, what did you do?"

"What makes you think I did anything!? I didn't do anything! I didn't know we were making a baby!"

but in my experience 95% of my hallucinations are getting spooked by very clearly hearing someone knocking on my door or calling my name from another room or hearing footsteps walking behind me which are "just" my brain recreating the horror of an abusive childhood

(not trying to put you on blast specifically, you're just a good example to jump off of)

media and pop culture hypes up psychosis a lot as The Worst That Can Happen out of sanism, so even when you try and filter that cultural bias out you still assume it's based on something

when, no, psychosis is actually very simple: it's just hyperactive pattern matching. it's your brain's signal-to-noise ratio being off balance, it's seeing images in random static. it's not always this special uniquely big thing, it's in fact quite mundane a lot of the time.

no one is immune to psychosis, it's not purely the realm of the insane. anyone is one bad night of sleep or one bad case of food poisoning or one bad fever away from being just like me on my worst days.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82488941/chapters/227879516

The embedded links just hate me!

The final major chapter is here for Wrong Poly Rumi!

All that is left is the epilogue.

This was such fun to commission. I'd hope to expand on this scene before posting but sadly time didn't play nice and posting with the finale just sorta worked!

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