𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗱

𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 / 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣

[biasfactor]

#GINA : SHE WEARS HER HORRORS LIKE A WELT / GLITCH OF A WOMAN, SELF - DESTRUCTING.

a low - activity multimuse blog for canon & original characters from god eater, written by rain. sideblog to lovestender. headcanon - based, not spoiler free. RULES & MUSE LIST.

[biasfactor]

@rt0001 : " i'm going to miss the stream if we keep going at your speed. " it's all the warning phym gets before he scoops her up— the way one would a child. she's brought to his shoulders, placed upon and seated there while he's off running back to headquarters. it's for efficiency, nothing else! with her there, he has access to his arms, in case his weapon is needed!

"Oof ——" It's not commentary, just a quiet, automatic, trusting sound. Phym is a monster. Phym is stronger than almost anybody when she wants to be. Phym has teeth that can chew through metal and tiny, tiny hands that can tear through stone —— but she goes loose and boneless and lets Narumi scoop her up, because she trusts Daddy, even though almost anybody else grabbing her like this would have the monster peaking past the face of the child. Papa isn't going to hurt Phym, she knows.

She's propped upon his shoulders in short order, and the child / monster feels something gooey and molten in her chest at the casual contact and ease. She's never been on anybody's shoulders. Those same tiny hands reach down, hovering for a moment as she figures out where they should land —— Phym settles for letting them hook loosely around each other below his chin. She whoops when they start running. "Yay! Faster, Papa!"

Phym trusts Daddy enough to let him grab and move her, despite the ways that other have grabbed and moved her in less kind ways for less kind reasons. And Daddy must trust Phym, too, if he's so comfortable with her so close, holding on and laughing and delighted, despite the way that Phym has those sharp teeth and those strong hands. She feels herself crying happily, but that's fine —— she'll have stopped by the time they get back and there's no longer wind to wipe them away.

[rt0001]

"Who did this to you? I needs you to tell Phym who did this." the toddler [phym] has unlocked a new emotion: violently protective

okay— he was clearly disorientated. maybe even concussed, even though the suit had taken most of the damage after the blast and the landing. or, well— was it more accurate to say that the concrete had taken the brunt of the landing? it had cracked and shattered more than any of his bones, so gen would lean more towards that he broke the building rather than the building broke him.

whatever. semantics didn't matter right now. not when there was a pissed off toddler on his left making demands that he could barely understand.

❛ who did this? uh, the kaiju? ❜ was that not a given? what else could slap him against a building as if he were a little fly? he didn't know where it went / couldn't really find it within him to focus on anything for a second or two before common sense finally pushed itself past the general fog in his brain. body struggles only a little bit with the act of standing up ( gs-3305 wasn't nearby for him to use as support, discarded a few steps away from his landing site ) before he starts moving towards his weapon and target. and then promptly stops, remembering the little fury at his feet.

glancing down, he saw an all too familiar glint. one that seemed to be a necessity for any member of the first division. honestly, these brats were becoming a real headache. ❛ don't tell me you plan on taking down the kaiju. you should just go back to base. ❜ the words are said as a taunt, but it didn't take future sight to know what phym was thinking. ❛ well. you'll have to beat me to it. ❜ it's all he offers before disappearing, determined to win this game.

[rt0001]

"Doctors say you're like Phym." The voice is small and closer to the ground than most here —— because the speaker is small and short and a child, or would be, if she wasn't also a monster. Just like her! One of the doctors who opened her up told her, and Phym is too little to realize she was mostly just trying to distract her from what was happening. She remembers. "'Nother person - kaiju!"

it’s horrific, the violence that possesses the muscles of his right arm. there is no denying the twitch of each individual finger / as if desperate to reach for the gun that’s no longer resting against his hip, as if yearning for a blade to pierce through pretended flesh. the reaction is a fool’s desperate clinging towards a lie that is unraveling with every piercing headache, every flash of pink noticed in a reflective surface, every visit to this grave of pristine walls and electrical engineering. the little creature looks as much human as gen does — which means to say, hardly at all.

another person - kaiju. if he wasn’t already chained towards death on the battlefield, he would have given the officers standing guard a reason to open fire in such close proximity to their beloved scientific discoveries.

instead, he looks down as if she was nothing more than gum under the sole of his boot. ❛ i should throw you back into your little cage myself for that show of disrespect. ❜ there was a sadistic sense of enjoyment at no longer standing on the receiving end of the sentence, though it soured rather quickly upon the recognition that it was thrown at the face of a child. a kaiju, the mind reminds. nothing more than a monster. ❛ i'm fighting to protect innocent people from your kind. you're nothing more than a science experiment. don't think that we could ever be compared. ❜ but the words tasted wrong long after they left his mouth / an aftertaste so rancid, a wave of nausea began to form. he couldn't stand the sight of her / couldn't stand what he saw reflected back in those eyes——

❛ if i ever catch you outside the labs, i'm shooting you dead. ❜

[rt0001]

what terrible stubbornness. he sends a curse to whatever monstrosity taught her such annoying behavior before properly fixing phym with his attention. because of how much time they've spent together, he knew she wouldn't leave as long as he kept playing indifference— which meant his only salvation was to actually go along with her childish whims and pray he doesn't end up finding himself in an even larger mess. ❛ since i'm so cool and the strongest person around, there's obviously nothing i love more than myself. my figures, my games, those are my absolute favorites. ❜ but that was to be expected / something of a given, of course; if it belonged to him, then it was something gen treasured. he is, after all, horribly selfish. ❛ let's just go with pink. my hair is pink, my eyes are pink. i love pink. happy? ❜

[biasfactor]

She leans forward, red eyes so bright they nearly glow — and his answer makes those eyes widen to shocked saucers. For a moment, the little girl monster daughter almost can't believe it. She inhales.

And then. She shrieks.

It's delighted, not frightened; she takes his hands ( her grip stronger than it ought to be for a child her size ) and hops in place, smile sweet and delighted. "Daddy! Phym's favourite colour is pink, too!! And for the same reasons!" THEY MATCH, and beyond what she could have ever hoped for!! She is so glad that the one she loves so much is so loved by others, too, including himself. "Yay! We'll be matchies pink!!"

[rt0001]

it’s a losing battle. he knows it is / could see from the glint in her eyes that the idea had only cemented itself firmly within her mind. but at least he’s thrown some of the heat in shinomiya’s general direction. maybe if he keeps pushing the idea that she would love to play dress up, it’ll get phym off his back and on to hers ( another losing battle— she’s settled comfortably into a stubborn streak ever since they placed her under his care. ) ❛ i don’t have a favorite color. ❜ which wasn’t a lie. there’s never been a need to think about something so juvenile, not when there were more important things occurring all around him. he couldn’t even think of a random color to throw out as an answer. ❛ purple, sure. or blue. whatever, you can pick the color, it doesn’t matter. ❜

[biasfactor]

How could she be anything but stubborn, with a father like Narumi Gen? How could she not have picked up his habits, his determination, his single - minded focus? It all filters through her sunny, childish worldview, but Phym is much like her Papa, and is only becoming more like him. The brief, exaggerated scowl the child offers up as a reply to his assertion that he doesn't have a favourite colour is an almost perfect echo of Narumi's much realer frowns. "No, that just makes it about Phym! Phym doesn't just wanna match for Phym, I wanna match for Daddy, too!" It's sad, not to have a favourite colour. This is a way Phym can be of use, can allow Narumi to be more human, the way he allows her. "I'll help you pick one." Once she figures out how! Her favourite color is based on what she loves, so maybe that's a good place to start. "What do you love, Papa? Maybe we can pick your favourite colour from that!"

[rt0001]

anyone else would probably wilt at the excessive energy / crumble under the intensity of that childish gaze— and gen probably would have, too! if it wasn’t for the years of practice in engaging with the children of the orphanages, easily turning down an endless sea of pleading and begging. it’s why he keeps his expression unchanging as she paces around, though his eye does twitch at the mention of matching dresses. ❛ okay, i’m going to stop you there. you aren’t getting me in any kind of dress, so just be grateful for the hair clip and leave it at that. ❜ she said forever?! she should consider herself lucky that he’s leaving it on for as long as he already has! still, gen only huffs and leans back against his seat. ❛ you can match with shinomiya. that brat will be thrilled. ❜

[biasfactor]

NO DRESSES! GOT IT! ( she has not, in fact, gotten it. she is already picturing matching dresses. ) It's so much fun, to get to dress up — like a person, and not a monster. The other Kaiju, even the ones who can talk, never want to be pretty. That must make Phym a person. It just has to. Anything to be more daughter than target. "Oh, it would be fun to match with Big Sister, too!" Maybe all three of them could! Rin seems sort of sad when she sees Phym with Kikoru or Narumi, but not in a mean or scared way, so maybe Phym will invite Rin to match, too!! She looks back at Narumi, walking happily closer, leaning over his lap. "What's Daddy's favourite colour? For next matchies!" She bets it's pink, like his hair!

[rt0001]

it's kind of insane, just how much he's willing to put up with. the accessory wasn't uncomfortable, but it was the principal of things that had a vein in his forehead ticking every now and then. in reality, he knew it could've been worse; he could be painted in ridiculous makeup, with hair ties pulling his bangs in all sorts of strange directions. gen was really getting off easy having just a single strawberry clip hanging on to his bangs! ❛ and how long do i have to wear this for? ❜ he's really trying to sound as excited as he felt. / for @biasfactor

[biasfactor]

"All day! Or forever!" Phym has no reason to pretend she isn't thrilled; her papa is playing with her! And he looks so cute! She's got three clips in her hair, and she bets she looks cute, too! That means they match! She's pacing in a circle, too much cheerful, excess energy for standing still, feeling all - the - way like a little girl and not - at - all like a monster. "And Phym will wear clips forever, too! And Phym and you will have all kinds of matchies!" Kikoru says she wants to buy Phym some clothes; something that will fit over the organic matter that passes for it now. "Daddy, do you like dresses? We can get matching dresses!"

[rt0001]

[biasfactor]

@huntskaiju : ❝ your hair's a mess. let me brush it. ❞ ( from kikoru, to phym. ) / accepting!

"Brushing! Brushing!" Phym's excitement is palpable — it takes her a few moments of exciting bouncing before she can settle properly, sitting cross - legged before Kikoru. Before BIG SISTER! It's so nice to be here — almost nobody calls her it or tries to weaponize her, tries to prod or take her apart. Narumi and Kikoru are her very favourites, though ( don't tell anyone! phym loves everybody a whole, and it'd be so sad if the others were hurt ). Narumi is mean, but it's funny, not hurtful. And Kikoru is so kind.

"Oooh, feels nice," Phym murmurs as she feels him start to brush her silvery hair. Nobody's ever done that before!! It's so nice, to be treated nice. Her head cranes back so she can see Kikoru. "Thank you, Big Sister! Real happy!"

[biasfactor]

Phym frowns, fidgets, drawing in on herself; how strange, to see such a normally cheerful child making herself small. It's hard. The little girl doesn't...the little monster doesn't... "Um...Phym doesn't really —— understand, but...it makes me, um — kin'a sad when people call Phym 'it.'" She doesn't know why it hurts her; it's not like she has a sense of what a gender is to care about someone calling her the wrong one. Maybe it's the sneer that often accompanies the word. Maybe it's that what Phym can't yet identify as dehumanization aches. But she...isn't a human, right? She's a monster...but it isn't like she chose to be. "I wanna be, um —— not that."

[huntskaiju]

@biasfactor, from phym :// ❝ daddy calls phym brat, too! ❞ one hell of an introduction, though by this point most people know who phym is, either because they've seen her following daddy-and-or-narumi around or because they've heard about the tiny kaiju girl through the metaphorical grapevine. phym is excited, to meet more people important to her ( slightly unwilling, but she won't let that stop her ) papa. ❝ but you're waaaay bigger than phym! how old you have to be, before you're not a brat anymore? ❞

he’s going to kill narumi. there’s an immediate surge of rage, embarrassment, and something like—— like fondness? —— but kikoru squashes all of that down. it's not something that concerns phym, young and relatively innocent. it's not her fault narumi is imparting bad manners upon her, after all. nor is it her fault that kaiju rampage the world.

at the very least, she's cuter than kafka.

❝ narumi's just rude, ❞ kikoru explains. ❝ he doesn't have any respect for anyone—— don't follow everything he does, alright? ❞ does it makes sense? is he talking down to her? how the hell does he talk to phym? he wonders if it'd be rude to crouch down to meet phym's eyes properly, or if it'd simply be too patronizing.

( unbidden, her mind reminds her of—— sagan. how her sister had treated her, in the scant few years they had together: like a real person, not like the child she was. sagan knew when to hold her hand and when she shouldn't; she knew that kikoru, with all the expectations of a shinomiya, would grow into the mantle just fine. and didn't she love sagan for it?

hell, doesn't she appreciate narumi for that now? he calls her a brat and shoves her around but never once has he truly patronized her. never once has he doubted her where it truly matters, hidden things from her in fear that she couldn't handle it. doesn't she ... )

❝ besides, you'll always be a brat to him, no matter how much you grow up. ❞ kikoru ruffles phym's hair, pointedly ignoring how fond her own smile has become. ❝ i guess the same goes for me. but you're more than a brat, alright? you can tell him off for calling you one, just tell him kikoru told you you could! rough him up a little, he can handle it! c'mon, i'll teach you! ❞

[biasfactor]

god eaters have sharpened teeth and slightly longer / harder nails than the average human; it’s very hard to notice generally, and fairly subtle, but there are small signs that they’re not fully humans any longer.  accordingly, even the most mild - mannered god eater will, on some level, desire to devour things — if not given an outlet hunting aragami, the hunger can become overwhelming and even painful.  eating a lot of normal food helps, and their metabolisms are all insane enough to run it off fairly easily, but it’s not a substitution for eating oracle cells.

on AGEs, the effects are more obvious; their teeth are sharper and their claws are longer, and they can go less time between battling aragami / devouring aragami before the desire to eat becomes more overwhelming.  eating normal food helps less, and they need to eat actual food less at a baseline.  the fact that they’re more obviously ‘monstrous’ contributed to both human and other god eater’s ease with mistreating them.

[amngtheflowers]

Aether Gazer made me miss God Eater

[biasfactor]

this is less headcanon and more me just talking abt canon god eater biology stuff for my own sake ( and to have a place to point people at if they want to know what the fuck i'm talking about ), but, hey.

god eaters — and adaptive god eaters, or AGEs — are, essentially, humans infected with an aragami.  aragami are hives of microscopic semi - sentient cells (  oracle cells, specifically  ) that take the form of monsters, and their only instinct is to devour everything, including each other and, in some cases, themselves. aragami will naturally eat almost everything, but things they won't eat are referred to as "bias."

the only thing that can kill an aragami / can destroy oracle cells is another aragami / other oracle cells. hence the creation of god eaters — only people who are also sort - of - aragami / people who are infected with oracle cells — can destroy aragami.

to keep the oracle cells within them from literally devouring them, as oracle cells are wont to do, god eaters all wear a large armlet that is perpetually infecting their body with something called bias factor, which essentially twists their biology into being something that their particular arrangement of oracle cells think is too like them to eat.  getting this armlet installed (  and therefore becoming a god eater  ) is incredibly painful and almost never a choice someone actually consents to, and, if this armlet is broken, the person will become — painfully — an aragami.

due to the fact that AGEs are not only god eaters but also built to have an extreme resistence to ashblight — a form of poisonous miasma that’s covered most of the world — they wear two armlets.  one on one arm which infects them with bias factor to keep the oracle cells in them from devouring them, and one on the other arm which offsets the ashblight infection they were given.  if that armlet was destroyed or removed, their ashblight infection would suffocate, corrupt, and kill them.  better than transformation into an aragami, probably, if nothing else.

(  the double armlets also enable them to be used as restraints, which is — another can of worms.  )

beyond that, god eaters also have weapons which are specifically designed for them; or, perhaps more accurately, god eaters are designed for their weapons.  god eaters and AGEs use living weapons called god arcs, which are mechanical weapons infected with oracle cells — only oracle cells can destroy other oracle cells, so only god arcs can destroy aragami — which, you guessed it, means that these weapons possess a constant need to devour, just as aragami / oracle cells / god eaters do.  as a general rule, people are forced to become god eaters when a god arc becomes available, and when they are made into an AGE or a normal god eater, they are specifically programmed with a bias factor that matches the god arc’s — if one without that specific bias factor tried to use the weapon, the weapon would devour them alive at best.  one god arc, one god eater.  god arcs can devour aragami, which in turn gives more power to god eaters — many god eaters, especially AGEs, view the line between their weapon devouring and devouring something themself as one in the same.  they eat the aragami as much as their weapons do.

this is all to say that god eaters are built to devour and, in some cases, be devoured.  they are so extensively modified that, especially in the case of AGEs, there’s very little difference between them and aragami any longer.  god eaters are made by injecting them with what makes up aragami, and they wield weapons that are extensions of them that functionally are aragami.  god eaters are their god arcs, they are their oracle cells, and AGEs are all that as well as being more aragami and also being the ashblight infection.  i just think thats sicks as hell.

[biasfactor]

phym: i'm glad isao is dead kikoru: holy shit? phym: i'm rude now!

[rt0001]

Phym's just...following him around, smiling, sometimes humming.

it's annoying. 

ever since the initial discovery, it's been a constant annoyance gen couldn't shake off; her clinginess was exactly what one would expect from a child, but the genetic makeup revealed the monster that hides within sheep's clothing. his threats upon extracting her from the kaiju attack hadn't been empty, but with headquarters practically demanding he take the intelligent little kaiju back for further studying, it's not like gen could actually do anything.

and she seemed docile enough. for now.  ( he remains on guard, despite this. )

if gen were to be completely honest, he hadn't expected her to leave the laboratories. but a handful of hours later, the little kid was cleared— with executive permissions to engage within the perimeter of the headquarters, no less! and the cherry on top? he's been assigned as her designated babysitter. it's only natural that the strongest officer be the one in charge of the kaiju threats, that bald old man had told him. 

maybe what annoys gen the most is that the smooth talking had absolutely worked. and because he let a few nicely structured sentences get to his head, here gen was: storming to the lunch hall, with a little kaiju baby on his heels. 

he immediately turns on his heel to properly face his little shadow. she was smaller than most of the kids in the orphanage. he doesn't let the thought ruminate.

❛ okay, listen up brat. we're going to be real quick inside the cafeteria. i'm grabbing something and leaving. ❜ he'd tell her to stay outside, but given how she's ignored the last ten times he's ordered her to stop following him— gen's gonna save his breath. ❛ we're not talking to anyone, we're not stopping for anyone. don't even look at anyone. if you're hungry, get something yourself but i'm not gonna wait around. ❜