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β― ππππππππ ;; An INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE roleplay blog, featuring an original character from the Netflix's series "Wednesday". OC FRIENDLY & CROSS-OVER FRIENDLY. +18 CARRD & MEMES.
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The concept of Alisson copying different accents and slang(s) from her teachers and classmates just because she secretly wants to be as modern as them.
Wait, wait, another one: when Alisson was kidnapped, her head was shaved. But her mother used to brush her hair. So for a long time, she had a strange relationship with having her hair touched.
She doesn't necessarily hate it, but she doesn't allow just anyone to do it. To her, the simple act of brushing someone's hair is associated with her mother. If someone ever manages to do it without Alisson pulling away, it would be an enormous sign of trust.
Btw Alisson's wings are droopy because it references that she can't fly with them
How Alisson felt when the lab had a security breach:
Alisson's wings are, without a doubt, the most visible and contradictory consequence of all the experiments she was subjected to.
They were created with one very specific purpose: to turn her into a weapon capable of moving through the air, combining human DNA with that of various corvids to grant her abilities that a human body could never have developed naturally.
However, the result was far from perfect. Although the wings grew correctly and possessed a functional structure, their weight ended up becoming one of their greatest disadvantages. Each one weighs approximately five kilograms (approximately twelve pounds), meaning that together they add ten kilograms (about 23 pounds) to Alisson's body. Without them, the young woman weighs around sixty kilograms (133 pounds); with them, she reaches seventy (154 pounds). It may seem like an insignificant difference for someone with musculature as developed as hers, but when it comes to a structure that remains attached to her back every second of her life, the difference is very considerable. Especially since she was born without them. A human body isn't able to support it.
The density of her wings is precisely one of the reasons why Alisson cannot fly, too. It is not enough to possess feathers, a suitable skeletal structure, or muscles capable of moving them. To lift a human body weighing approximately seventy kilograms, her wings would need to generate an amount of lift that her anatomy simply cannot produce. The scientists attempted to compensate for this by increasing the muscle mass in her back, modifying her skeletal structure, and progressively altering the composition of the tissues surrounding the wings, but they ultimately created a structure that was far too heavy for its original purpose. It was to no avail. Alisson can open them, close them, move them, and even use them to propel herself slightly during a jump, but she has never managed to truly leave the ground. Perhaps that was one of the greatest disappointments for those who created her. They had wanted to manufacture a soldier capable of conquering the skies, and instead, they had created a girl incapable of using her own wings.
Despite this, the wings are not useless. In fact, over the years, Alisson ended up finding a purpose for them that the scientists had never considered: protection. Due to their thickness and the density of the structures that form them, they can act as a sort of natural shield. When something threatens her body, Alisson can spread them in front of herself to protect against certain impacts, although that does not mean they are indestructible. Severe injuries can penetrate the feathers and reach the tissue underneath, and her regeneration is not fast enough to repair significant damage within a matter of hours. For that reason, any injury to her wings can be particularly dangerous for her.
There is also a much more intimate relationship between Alisson and her wings, even though she hates them.
During the first few years after the experiment, she probably considered them a deformity, a permanent reminder of everything they had done to her. They were not something she had chosen to have. They were the physical result of needles, medication, surgeries, blood, abuse, and years of experimentation. Every time she looked at them, she could remember the white walls of the laboratory and the hands of those scientists who spoke about her body as though it did not belong to a person. However, over time, that relationship began to change. The wings were still a consequence of her captivity, but they were also hers. They were like her hair, her bones or her lungs.
No one could decide how she used them. No one could tell her what they meant. The scientists had wanted to turn them into a tool for killing, and Alisson turned them into a tool for protection. Oh, and also for warming herself when it's too cold.
This also explains many of her more animalistic behaviors. The genetic mixture did not only affect her physical appearance, but also certain instincts that had never been part of her before: Alisson may remain completely still for long periods when she feels threatened, tilt her head slightly when she hears an unfamiliar sound, or react abruptly to sudden movements. She may even hiss or growl when she becomes particularly distressed. Her body language becomes especially evident through her wings, too: when they are completely folded against her body, she is usually calm, or at least trying to appear that way; when they open slightly, she is alert; when they spread completely, it is probably better not to approach her.
On the other hand, when she uses them to wrap herself up, there is a vulnerability that very few people ever get to witness. It is a way of hiding from the world, of creating a small barrier around herself that no one can cross.
And it is precisely during sleep that her wings take on a much more personal purpose. Alisson needs to feel a certain amount of weight on her chest in order to sleep peacefully. After spending years being restrained, examined, and subjected to medical procedures, her body developed a strange relationship with pressure and the sensation of being contained. Her own wings fulfill that purpose perfectly. When she sleeps, she can wrap them around her body until she is practically hidden beneath them, almost like a creature protecting itself inside its own shell. It is one of the few occasions when her appearance stops seeming threatening and begins to look strangely vulnerable. And if she happens to sleep beside someone she trusts, there is a fairly high chance that, completely unconsciously, she will end up placing one of her wings over that person. She does not necessarily do it because she wants to hug them. At least, not in the conventional way in which a person understands a hug. In Alisson, there is a much deeper instinct: protection. For her, protection is everything, because she couldn't protect herself when she had to. And nobody did that for her.
Her wings then become a physical extension of something she finds incredibly difficult to express with words. If someone she loves is sleeping beside her, she will probably cover them with her wings. If someone is injured, she will probably put herself between them and danger. If someone is in danger, her wings will appear before she even has time to think. It is almost an animalistic behavior, but it is also one of the purest ways in which Alisson shows affection. She can be cold, distant, and terribly difficult to read, but her wings rarely lie.
That is why it is so ironic that the very thing that was supposed to turn her into a weapon ended up becoming the thing she uses to protect the people she loves. Her creators wanted those wings to serve to pursue, attack, and dominate from above. They wanted to create the perfect soldier, someone capable of escaping any barrier and reaching any target. But Alisson never became that. Her wings are far too heavy to make her fly, far too large to go unnoticed, and far too important for her to simply ignore them. They are a burden she will carry for the rest of her life, a part of her body that she never asked for. But, unfortunately, she cannot rip them off. So she'll have to deal with them for the rest of her immortality.
Okay, send memes or I'll punch you. Yes, you.
Alisson's wings are, without a doubt, the most visible and contradictory consequence of all the experiments she was subjected to.
They were created with one very specific purpose: to turn her into a weapon capable of moving through the air, combining human DNA with that of various corvids to grant her abilities that a human body could never have developed naturally.
However, the result was far from perfect. Although the wings grew correctly and possessed a functional structure, their weight ended up becoming one of their greatest disadvantages. Each one weighs approximately five kilograms (approximately twelve pounds), meaning that together they add ten kilograms (about 23 pounds) to Alisson's body. Without them, the young woman weighs around sixty kilograms (133 pounds); with them, she reaches seventy (154 pounds). It may seem like an insignificant difference for someone with musculature as developed as hers, but when it comes to a structure that remains attached to her back every second of her life, the difference is very considerable. Especially since she was born without them. A human body isn't able to support it.
The density of her wings is precisely one of the reasons why Alisson cannot fly, too. It is not enough to possess feathers, a suitable skeletal structure, or muscles capable of moving them. To lift a human body weighing approximately seventy kilograms, her wings would need to generate an amount of lift that her anatomy simply cannot produce. The scientists attempted to compensate for this by increasing the muscle mass in her back, modifying her skeletal structure, and progressively altering the composition of the tissues surrounding the wings, but they ultimately created a structure that was far too heavy for its original purpose. It was to no avail. Alisson can open them, close them, move them, and even use them to propel herself slightly during a jump, but she has never managed to truly leave the ground. Perhaps that was one of the greatest disappointments for those who created her. They had wanted to manufacture a soldier capable of conquering the skies, and instead, they had created a girl incapable of using her own wings.
Despite this, the wings are not useless. In fact, over the years, Alisson ended up finding a purpose for them that the scientists had never considered: protection. Due to their thickness and the density of the structures that form them, they can act as a sort of natural shield. When something threatens her body, Alisson can spread them in front of herself to protect against certain impacts, although that does not mean they are indestructible. Severe injuries can penetrate the feathers and reach the tissue underneath, and her regeneration is not fast enough to repair significant damage within a matter of hours. For that reason, any injury to her wings can be particularly dangerous for her.
There is also a much more intimate relationship between Alisson and her wings, even though she hates them.
During the first few years after the experiment, she probably considered them a deformity, a permanent reminder of everything they had done to her. They were not something she had chosen to have. They were the physical result of needles, medication, surgeries, blood, abuse, and years of experimentation. Every time she looked at them, she could remember the white walls of the laboratory and the hands of those scientists who spoke about her body as though it did not belong to a person. However, over time, that relationship began to change. The wings were still a consequence of her captivity, but they were also hers. They were like her hair, her bones or her lungs.
No one could decide how she used them. No one could tell her what they meant. The scientists had wanted to turn them into a tool for killing, and Alisson turned them into a tool for protection. Oh, and also for warming herself when it's too cold.
This also explains many of her more animalistic behaviors. The genetic mixture did not only affect her physical appearance, but also certain instincts that had never been part of her before: Alisson may remain completely still for long periods when she feels threatened, tilt her head slightly when she hears an unfamiliar sound, or react abruptly to sudden movements. She may even hiss or growl when she becomes particularly distressed. Her body language becomes especially evident through her wings, too: when they are completely folded against her body, she is usually calm, or at least trying to appear that way; when they open slightly, she is alert; when they spread completely, it is probably better not to approach her.
On the other hand, when she uses them to wrap herself up, there is a vulnerability that very few people ever get to witness. It is a way of hiding from the world, of creating a small barrier around herself that no one can cross.
And it is precisely during sleep that her wings take on a much more personal purpose. Alisson needs to feel a certain amount of weight on her chest in order to sleep peacefully. After spending years being restrained, examined, and subjected to medical procedures, her body developed a strange relationship with pressure and the sensation of being contained. Her own wings fulfill that purpose perfectly. When she sleeps, she can wrap them around her body until she is practically hidden beneath them, almost like a creature protecting itself inside its own shell. It is one of the few occasions when her appearance stops seeming threatening and begins to look strangely vulnerable. And if she happens to sleep beside someone she trusts, there is a fairly high chance that, completely unconsciously, she will end up placing one of her wings over that person. She does not necessarily do it because she wants to hug them. At least, not in the conventional way in which a person understands a hug. In Alisson, there is a much deeper instinct: protection. For her, protection is everything, because she couldn't protect herself when she had to. And nobody did that for her.
Her wings then become a physical extension of something she finds incredibly difficult to express with words. If someone she loves is sleeping beside her, she will probably cover them with her wings. If someone is injured, she will probably put herself between them and danger. If someone is in danger, her wings will appear before she even has time to think. It is almost an animalistic behavior, but it is also one of the purest ways in which Alisson shows affection. She can be cold, distant, and terribly difficult to read, but her wings rarely lie.
That is why it is so ironic that the very thing that was supposed to turn her into a weapon ended up becoming the thing she uses to protect the people she loves. Her creators wanted those wings to serve to pursue, attack, and dominate from above. They wanted to create the perfect soldier, someone capable of escaping any barrier and reaching any target. But Alisson never became that. Her wings are far too heavy to make her fly, far too large to go unnoticed, and far too important for her to simply ignore them. They are a burden she will carry for the rest of her life, a part of her body that she never asked for. But, unfortunately, she cannot rip them off. So she'll have to deal with them for the rest of her immortality.
send me "I don't want to be alone tonight." for my muse's reaction to yours saying that to mine.
Send a β¦ for a fact about the Mun. Send a β² for a fact about the muse!
Y'all aren't ready for my long ass study about Alisson's wings, bloodline, etcetera.
Reblog if you're a safe RP partner to say NO to!
Some people are afraid to say no or are afraid that you will get mad at them! This is to say that you would prefer people politely tell you NO if they don't want to do something!
Don't know how to say no? Here are some ways that shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings:
I'm not really feeling that idea, but maybe we could do (blank) instead
Maybe another time / not right now / I don't have the bandwidth for that kind of plot right now / that's not the type of thing I was really looking for but I'd love to do something else / I'm not currently looking for more threads / It's better for me if we just focus on what we have for now / hmmm what if we did (blank) instead / maybe another time!
Variations of these!
β‘ if you wanna plot. I'll send a message through Tumblr's DM.
injury reveal + sentence starters
from old-screenwriter (deactivated)
β how bad is it? β β itβs bad. β
β let me have a lookβ¦ β
β how long have you gone like this? β
β i need to show you something. β
β donβt freak out. β
β are you okay? β
β is that blood? β
β holy shit... how long have you gone like this? β
β who did this to you? β [silence] β hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you?
β tell me who did this to you. β
β i'm not sure what happened. i woke up and it was there. someone must have gotten to me while i was sleeping. maybe an animal, or something. β β really? that's the excuse you're going for? β
β let me look at youβ¦ β
β i'm sorry that i didn't tell you. β
β someone needs to take a look at this. β
β this doesn't look good. β
β does that hurt? β
β are you okay with me touching you? β
β oh my godβ¦ are you hurt? β
β does that hurt? can you feel your fingers? β
β let me know if thereβs anything i can do. β
β looks pretty rough to me. β β iβll manage. β
β it's nothing. hurts like hell but -- i've dealt with worse. β
β do you need any help? i'll bandage that up for you. β
β let me clean that for you... β
β i've got a survival kit in my car. let me go grab it. β
β i can't believe you kept this a secret for so long... how come nobody noticed? β
β hey, let me take a look... β
β are you equipped to deal with this? β β absolutely not. β
β it's more or less healed up. β β are you sure? it looks infected to me... β
β you need to see a doctor. β
β it doesn't hurt. i don't know if that's a good thing. i might be numb from the pain. β
β i'll take care of you, all right? i've got some bandages in my car. β
β don't touch it! β
β how did this happen? β
β be prepared. this'll sting like a motherfucker... β
β i injured myself. it's completely my fault. β
β you don't need to do this, seriously. it's just a scratch. i'll be fine. β β yeah, but out here, you get that thing infected, you're dead before next week. β
ββββββββββββββββββββ CLOSED starter for @scyftan!
Β Β Β There was nothing, at first. Just darkness, long fields of darkness, a sense of traveling across them, a vast black acreage somewhere inside her. Then she emerged into a blinding light--fluorescent, not heavenly. She was there however briefly, muttered some words through barely-moving lips to the strangers at her bedside, went back down, this time into a sleep caused by whatever was dripping through her IV (yes: she understood that there was an IV, there were needles, this was a hospital; she wrinkled her nose at the smell of the place before she sunk away again) and there were dreams. Awful dreams full of faces she recognised, accusing or attacking, and Larissa, running, Larissa, in pain, Larissa, begging for help that never arrived.
Β Β Up and down again. "Don't push yourself," said someone to her gently. "It's alright," then they turned from her to talk to someone else about things like milliliters into the intravenous drip, about her heart, about her muscle spasms. She wished for Valerie Kinbott. She always had a way with a reassuring word, and a laugh, and a silly bit of taxidermy. But Valerie was dead: consequence of Larissa's failure. I'm so sorry, she wanted to tell her. I'm so sorry. I wasn't clever enough. I wasn't quick enough. I was fooled. I thought I could protect you and everyone else. Isn't that pathetic? The thoughts came with her back into the dreams, where she cried and pleaded for forgiveness, but her mother turned away, her sister turned away, Morticia, Valerie, Francoise, Rowan. Why could none of them look her in the eye? She'd done something terrible. But what was it? What had she done?
Β Β Back up. Up into the light. Conscious of taking a breath under her own power. A presence at her bedside. Larissa's eyes wouldn't focus. It took her long, long minutes to know who it was, and to gather the strength to say faintly, "Alisson." She ought to say something more. She was aware of her body laid out on the bed, although she didn't think she could move it: it was simply there, inert. It had to be what a scarecrow felt on its pole. Or Christ on the cross, infinitely more appealing to her martyr's tendency. She blinked slowly, but it didn't help her vision. She said, "What does my hair look like?"
Had this been any other moment, Alisson might have let out one of those tiny laughs that occasionally escaped her lips. However, right now, her head was filled with parasites. Parasites telling her that she hadn't been attentive enough, that she should have insisted more, that she should have gotten her hands bloody before Larissa had ended up like this.
First, it had been her family: her mother. Oh, her dear mother. And now Larissa. Without a doubt, Alisson thought, she was cursed, because everything she clung to always ended up terribly far away from her. Even people.
The raven, however, found the words leaving her mouth before she could think any further:
ββββββ β Larissa, thank God you're awake. β β Even if she didn't believe there was anything up there. After all, what kind of God would let someone go through what she had? What kind of God would let a girl who hadn't even turned eighteen be kidnapped, abused, and experimented on? Whatever it was, Alisson tried to push the thought away and simply leaned forward.
Her eyes were strangely red, as though she had held back her tears until her blood vessels had burst, and her hair was disheveled from the many times she ran her fingers through the jet-black strands.
ββββββ β Your hair... Uh... It... Ermh... It looks... Bad. β β This time, she wasn't lying, even though she hesitated to do so. With careful fingers, however, she took the liberty of fixing Larissa's whitish strands of hair, handling them with a gentleness that wasn't characteristic of her. ββββββ β I don't know about everyone else, but I've been pretty worried about you. β β And, just when it seemed like she was finally going to open up about her feelings... ββββββ β I thought you were going to die. β
MUSE ASSOCIATIONS: playlist.
Alisson "I have internalized homophobia because my first love almost killed me and she was a woman" (Elizabeth) Wales.
