Idle Minds

are the devil's playground / / here, the whispers in dark / / there, coming for you / / marching / / marching / / one-by-one / / two-by-two / / they come for you / / do you hear the whispers in the dark?

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indie original alien character. previously idlcminds

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indie original alien character. previously idlcminds

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~~*stares out into the void wondering if I should come back to tumble*~~

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shotxchaser·:

@idlcminds· liked for a thing from mal for delphi! beat the devil’s tattoo by black rebel motorcycle club

“war is never cheap, dear.”

     she’s never really seen war, not with her own eyes. memories, not her own, paint a fairly clear picture. it’s not something she ever wants to be involved in. but that’s besides the point. “I was only teasing him. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

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shotxchaser​:

@idlcminds​ liked for a thing from jayne! for kaylee

“doc won’t talk t’me. not like i’m missin’ a whole buncha conversation or anything,” he scoffed. “said he’d only speak t’ me if i was hurt. think he’s mad i stole his girl out from under him,” he grinned.

     The mechanic doesn’t mind the company of the foul-mouthed gun-for-hire as much as she used to, but the strange and sudden segues into conversations better left behind closed doors always surprised her. It’s not as though she was some delicate wallflower, blushing at the mere implication of scandalous affairs - but it was Jayne; just because they happened to have chemistry behind aforementioned doors didn’t mean she quite wanted everyone on the ship to learn how far her standards for bed partners seemed to have dipped as of late. 

     “Simon’s not like -- you know we weren’t -- I mean, I am no one’s girl,” she stutters out, painfully loud in the empty engine room. Overreaction, perhaps,but she doubted Jayne would know the difference, “If he’s not talking to ya then I’m real certain it’s entirely your own fault. You have that effect on people.”

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shotxchaser​:

@idlcminds​ liked for a thing from jayne for cherri

“we could turn ‘em in when we get t’ ariel!” jayne whispered excitedly. “nobody’d know it was us. they’re goin’ straight into a gorram core hospital. i could just play like i don’t know what’s goin’ on and let ‘em take them two fugees and we could bring in a whole mess a’ coin.”

     When he’d pulled her aside with an eager look in his eyes her thoughts had strayed to a slightly more strenuous pastime than discussing how to betray their crewmates for money. She even thinks he’s joking, for a moment, like it’s some kind of weird new foreplay that she has to humour - except the silence stretches on, and his expectant grin doesn’t waver and her mood, quite suddenly, sours. “What?”

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kaijvking·:

           ONE OF THE REASONS. just of many to shower at night and avoid at all cost to see anyone pass by the lab. his bunker right next and practically apart. it was an ungodly hour of the night. warm, considering the valves spewing heat to keep the parts of kaiju in order. his brain didn’t budge to look around the room prior to letting himself go. taking a small stride, the droplets being run down and the towel picking at the back of his neck, wrapped as he looked over to then feel that sudden drop of his stomach. the gut feeling and soon the color of his cheeks fainted. the held chest to then almost quietly scream into the inner of his closed mouth. 

  moment taken, a glance of his eyes to shift up and down. following her own to then literally flip his knees to latch together. his body nearly caving to close, shield away and towel ripped from shoulders. “ WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?! THIS AIN’T NO PEEP SHOW!! ”       

- MEME  -  @idlcminds··  ASKED :  “That’s a penis” from delphi 

     Humans were funny little things, with their funny little customs and laws about nudity and where and when an appropriate time was to be nude. In fairness to them, they were weak little things so she supposed that they needed the various garments they adorned themselves with to protect themselves from just about everything. It wasn’t as though she was opposed to them, only that for her species clothing was more a status symbol and completely impractical in its original purpose of covering up one’s flesh. But that was besides the point; she had long since gotten over her fascination with human bodies - and the less said about that brief phase of her life the better - so its not as though she was purposefully seeking out a chance to catch the human researcher at his most vulnerable. She’d only snuck in when most human’s were asleep to have a little...midnight snack; she hadn’t expected to be caught, though he seemed much more concerned with his own embarrassment than with the blue liquid she’d licked away from the corner of her mouth when he entered.

     “What a pity,” she teased, offering up a sly grin in order to ease whatever turmoil he might be going through, “And here I thought you were just really comfortable in your own skin.”

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prfxxor·:

@idlcminds·

‘the galaxy from where you hailed… do you know of the shi’ar and majestrix lilandra neramani?’

     How to tell him she didn’t even know which galaxy she ‘hailed’ from, let alone any people within it? “Um...no?”

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myersbprd·:

John’s not necessarily surprised when she jumps away from him; what does take him aback is her seeming apathy to the entirety of the situation which surrounds them. He glances over his shoulder for a moment, almost curious as to whether it’s possible she’s unaware of it ( from his vantage point, it doesn’t appear likely ). When his gaze returns to the armful of items she’s carrying, he’s unsure whether to be somewhat apprehensive or merely impressed that she’s managed to cart about so much without the aid of a basket. The fact that her comments suggest more distress over an interruption to her outing than the creature lumbering their direction leans John towards the former. Regardless, he harbors no intention of leaving her to her own devices.

“Yeah, I get that — but you might end up hurt if you stay here, and I don’t want that to happen.” You shouldn’t, either is what he nearly tacks on, though he doesn’t. The sound of glass shattering at one of the entryways spurs John on. He’d prefer to help her out the back door before that’s compromised, as well. “I’ll make sure you’re able to finish shopping later, okay? Just let me get you outta here first to somewhere safe.”

     The sound of glass shattering startles her, and a packet of instant noodles slips from somewhere atop the haul. She lets out a little frustrated noise, and holds her loot even tighter to her body. It’s evident that this human was unlike the others who had been all too happy to leave her to die and save themselves when the first alarm sounded. In her experience this usually meant that there was an unseen ulterior motive - a cost for the apparent kindness she was being shown. 

     “I--I don’t-,” coming up with plausible lies is difficult for someone who spends most of her time away from humans, and she has to lie since it doesn’t feel right just to attack him when he’s trying to be...nice? She remembers then stolen wallet weighing down the lower right pocket of her coat - people, in their haste, had left almost everything to run away from the danger, and after all this time she knew the power of human money - but she wasn’t able to grab it without revealing that that she wasn’t exactly human. “I live far away, and I need food, and...my wallet is in my pocket, just...can you grab it for me and leave it on the counter? Then I can go.”

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theclownprnc·:

From the get-go, his inquiry implies that he INDEED has some doubts. It’s hard not to. Nobody in their right mind comes to Gotham willingly. Unless there’s an unwelcome quandary breathing down their neck or some other inconvenience treading on their heels. He’s hoping for a GRIPPING backstory, but of course, such cliché response could’ve been much more expected. A fresh start.

Crossing arms in front of his chest as he leans back, the glimmer of SUSPICION is still flickering lively in his bottomless pupils. But he doesn’t cut in with his snide remarks. Not yet. He lets her go on, perhaps she’ll soon REDEEM herself in his eyes. If she was so in need of a new beginning, something about her — as he assumes — not so distant past must’ve become a burden.

The moment she mentions the outside factors eventually making her end up here, his pensive expression BRIGHTENS. Squinted eyes instantly widen and a brisk grin pulls the corners of his mouth upwards.

“There! There it is!” Snapping his fingers, he gives his chair a gentle kick to move it closer to hers and then he plops down on it. “It wasn’t your choice,” he repeats, voice tinted with tones far from cordiality. “Mind to elaborate? Or it’s a TOUCHY subject?” Joker emphasizes poking her shoulder with his boney index finger. “You don’t want to be on bad terms with me, sweetie. So spare me this banality about fresh starts and go to the heart of the matter.”

     There’s the sudden and unmistakable desire to bite of the offending finger touching her body - a desire she’d become quite used to since everyone one this planet seemed insistent in barging into her personal space with their disgusting, soft, sweaty limbs - but she ignores it. She can’t quite stop her teeth from grinding together, but she was certain this human would be used to eliciting these sorts of reactions from others.

     The easiest way to lie was not to lie at all, only omit a few unbelievable truths. She refused to be rushed - the human may be some kind of ruler in this one city, but nothing he’s done could ever compare with ruling a whole planet - and lets her agitation melt a way, a small smirk replacing her clenched jaw. She leans back in her chair, and crosses her chair, ignoring the distant dripping from a leaky pipe she would have to fix later.

     “It has been my experience that revealing your deepest darkest secrets upon first meeting someone is considered in bad taste,” she said slowly, smile widening as she looks away and then shrugs, “But I suppose if you are just dying to know so much about me I can certainly oblige you.” Her smile slips, her brows crease, and face takes an overall pained expression. 

     “As I said, I did come to Gotham for a fresh start; my home, my family - it was all taken from me,” ripped away and decimated, and she felt every single death and heard every cry for salvation in the depths of her mind, all the while being unable to do anything at all. “I witnessed something that I should not have, you could say, and I was placed here to be hidden away indefinitely.”

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j-tech officer delphi odanta

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forgottcnmemories·:

 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐌  𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐀  𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐍  𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋.   no  one  speaks  of  kingdoms  and  lands  anymore.  unless  she  is  a  time  traveler.  which,  in  stiles  opinion,  could  happen.  after  all  of  the  weird  things  he’s  seen  in  a  few  short  years.  why  not  time  travel?  but  if  it  wasn’t  that,  how  could  there  be  an  unknown  land  called  craetia?

“never  heard  of  your  homeland  or  seen  anyone  who  looks  like  you.  and  trust  me,  i’ve  seen  a  lot  of  things.”  the  youth  chuckles  quietly  to  himself.  he  wonders  if  delphinium  would  scream  in  horror  and  be  aw-stricken  at  the  creatures  stiles  had  seen.

a  pensive  gaze  follows.  “well,  you’re  on  earth,  for  starters,  in  the  milky  way  galaxy.  we’re  currently  in  beacon  hills,  california  which  is  the  west  coast  of  the  united  states.  a  very  big  country  which  is  apart  of  the  north  american  continent.”  can’t  be  too  careful  when  describing  where  you  are.  especially  to  someone  who  has  no  idea  where  here  is.  maybe  that  will  lead  to  a  few  clues.

     None of what he said made sense, and the more he rambled on, the more confused she became. The human wraiths never spoke, never made a sound, just drifted in and out of existence so its not as though she’d be able to recognise any human places no matter how many he spouted out. As far as useful information went he was completely unhelpful, but she doubted she had anyone else to turn to just yet. But that wasn’t her most pressing concern.

nbsp;     Once word of her disappearance reached her mouth, Delphinium had no doubt she would send out search parties to find her eldest daughter and heir to the Craetian throne. Her people were born hunters, and tracking her would be all too easy - and therein lay the true danger. If she was unable to find a way to return before the veritable army her overreacting mother would send her way then they’d all be stuck here in the human world, and not nearly as adaptable or capable of diplomacy as she was.

     She realises dimly that she’s panicking, but given the circumstances she thinks her mother would forgive her this - well, maybe not. “There can’t be nothing at all,” her voice is only slightly tinged with hysteria, “I don’t know this--this ‘Beacon Hills’, but I know humans - they float through our world like wraiths all the time!” Well, not all the time, but every time her mother deemed it fit to throw a festival celebrating her uninterrupted rule, which was more often than she had any right to do, “If you were one of these human wraiths and you witnessed an otherworldly land filled with magical creatures surely you would tell someone about it? Or write about it? Something!”

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-precipicechanged·:

While his response to her is minimal, nothing about his expression changing, the line of his lips firmly settled into it’s natural state, it’s only his eyes that seem to offer some glimmer of something, anything, that offer some glimmer of understanding, or least some measure of acknowledgement. It’s clear enough that she’s not like him, nor is she like Mr. Wu, another of his kind, who had also been born into a human body. But where Klaatu was simply there for a short period of time to pass the final judgement, Mr. Wu had lived amongst humanity for over seventy years. Even so, despite never seeing one another in their human forms, they’d known each other simply by being near, they could sense it.

“That was not my intention.” He states just as calmly, nonplussed by her reaction, at least – - on the surface. What thoughts and emotions burned beneath remained something of a mystery in his more guarded and highly alert state.

“I sensed your presence. I felt I should warn you.” The other worlder begins in a more grave tone, yet still there’s was a softness to it, whether it’s deliberate or not. “A decision will soon be made. Whether humanity should be allowed to continue, for the sake of the Earth. I was sent here for this purpose.” He told her outright, seeing no reason to lie. “Your insight on the human race would prove valuable.”

     She should have realised that she was in the presence of another human; most people’s reaction to the truth of the universe was never this calm. At least not with the civilians. She can’t disguise the dread on her face as he continues his ‘warning’, nor can she stop the fear from settling deep into the pit of her stomach at the mere thought of other-worldly beings with the power to ‘discontinue’ an entire race. Her mother’s stories, something she’d managed to treat as make-believe after years of contentment, begin to feel all too real as she uses her other sense to determine what this creature was.

     If the human race was destined for destruction, she doubted her input wouldn’t exactly help matters. As a whole her experience with humanity had been unpleasant. First being chased away in fear, being hunted and cornered until someone showed some small measure of kindness - which is when she learnt that human kindness had a price. Despite that, this was the only home she’d ever known, other than the gilded cage of her Exhibit, and she hadn’t survived this long only to be taken out by some self-righteous interloper. She could lie, could tell him that the humans were worth saving, but it would only be out of selfishness.

     “I don’t think my opinion is the one you’re after,” and it’s not really a conversation one has out in the open, is it? “I’m not-- I just--look, maybe this isn’t the best place to discuss...all this. I don’t even--!”

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winterbranded·:

[ ✮ ] ·—— · THE HISS ECHOES THROUGH THE BARE WALLS OF THE WAREHOUSE.target located. ·this one was meant to be brought in alive.· an out of ordinary request, but he complied.· he had to be careful about his procedure. ·with a quick switch, his weapon is replaced.· a weapon that HYDRA had fashioned just for the sake of stunning lifeforms.· their only concern is that they hoped it would be enough for an off earth form.· charging the weapon with a sharp click, he turns sharply out from the corner.· weapon pointed and armed.· with no hesitation the trigger is pulled, a shot of blue electricity hurling towards the being.·

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It’s not the first time the azlien had been shot at, and perhaps that’s what lulls her into a false sense of security. Bullets, though painful, never stopped her for long so she charged at the human despite the weapon in his hand instead of dodging. The shock was unexpected and she stumbled a few feet short of her target. It stuns her, the unfamiliar feeling of electrocution dancing across her skin and settling into the weakest parts of her flesh. Muscles contract, and shets out a hissing screech, body contorting involuntarily. She recovers in minutes, regardless, but isn’t able to do much more than attempt to crawl away on her belly as her legs drag limply behind her.·

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theclownprnc·:

Joker’s mouth always moved quicker than his mind. Then again, he’s never had the HABIT of thinking things through before saying something or just letting his actions speak. Maybe now that’s a LESSON LEARNED ( not knowing for how long ) — not to underestimate Phillia. But it will take much more than that for him to even consider such a possibility. Though for now, it will do. He needs to admit one thing. An EXTRA pair of arms may as well be enough of a reason for him to be more careful next time. His hand remains on the sore spot, trying to soothe it, but it’s the least of his concerns now. Who is she? 

Unable to look away as if nothing happened, her words go in one ear and out the other.“Those are… REAL? And you’ve kept them concealed the whole time? I mean— From the beginning, I had a gut feeling you were hiding something from me, but I was thinking… Well, anything but THIS.”

     His incredulity causes her to raise a brow, hands moving to settle on her hips and her waist. Revealing herself this way was technically against regulations, but then so was so many transgressions she’d committed during her time on earth. If her watchdogs weren’t going to come down to claim her for those, she highly doubted they would make an appearance for this either. She wonders just how far she should push it, his hesitation, his curiosity was a sensation that she had long since forgotten. It had been quite some time since someone had been in awe of her, or at the very least since she had their complete, unwavering and undivided attention. Like a deep, relieved sigh she lets her skin change from rosy cheeked beige to deep violet, whites of her eyes turning black, iris filling with an eerie pink glow.

     “Yes, they are,” is her nonchalant response as she slides her coat completely off and places it on a nearby table. Her back is expose as she turns, along with the large and narrow gossamer wings that lay flat against her skin. She could make a whole show of it, but decides against it. The implication is clear enough. “And what exactly is it that you ‘this’ is?”

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shieldworn·:

It’s chilly out here, and Steve’s almost lost in the jacket he wears. It’s a size or two too big, swiped from Bucky because he tore a hole in his own in the last scrap he was in and neither one of them could mend it well enough to make it passable. He’s got a wrapped package tucked under one arm, and he was on his way down the street when her little creation caught his eye; it’s not often he sees others with any kind of artistic bend in these days.

Her dismissal makes his brows furrow down, though, mouth skewed just a little —— and a shoulder lifts, falls. It’s not dismissive; if anything, there’s a hint of understanding. “ It’s good. And things like that? It’s something to do. ” Something to keep your mind busy, he means. He gets it. Something to burn away the time in an era where there seems to be an oppressive aura of just waiting for something to happen.

There’s a hitch of a pause, a wrinkle of his brows, and a hesitation as though he’s aware it’s probably too probing but he’s him and it’s just how he is, and so: “ —— are you okay? ”

     Delphi is not used to conversation, at least not with people who weren’t as hungry and tired and filthy as herself. She couldn’t say for sure if the man in front of her wasn’t similarly underfed, but her certainly looked as though he required more nutrients in his diet. She wouldn’t even be this lethargic if her most recent den hadn’t been discovered and torn down to make improvements to the sewerage system. She was surviving on scraps too inedible for anyone else and the occasional rat too dumb to live.

     She heaves a deep sigh at his question, wonders if she should offer a wry smile or let her face remain passive and unreadable. His concerned should be appreciated, rather than scrutinised, but what exactly did he expect to do if she answered him in truth? What would he do if she said she was just waiting for one of the homeless men to keel over so she could have more clothes to warm her skin, and warm food to fill her belly?

     She decides a small, insincere smile is the safest option and shrugs, eyes glancing up at him for a moment before looking at the little creation in her hand. Maybe the next one will be of him. “I’ll live.”

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winterbranded·:

[ ✮ ]  ——   ❛  SORRY TO SAY, BUT YOU SURE AS HELL DON’T  LOOK  FINE.  ❜   he frowns, concern heavy on his features.  his gaze flickers across the sidewalk briefly, mind racing on what to do.  he couldn’t just  leave  her here.     ❛  you really don’t have anyone to call ?  no family ?  friends ?  ❜

     The desire to flee is as strong as ever and this human’s concern only serves to increase that desire. The street lights, dim though they were, feels almost painful in the way she feel uncomfortably exposed. The dark is where she should return to; its safety and its anonymity. She’d only ventured out because her curiosity at the loud booming music and carefree laughter had overruled her own fear of the unknown. She regrets this now, of course, but no only because she was discovered but because of the deep well of jealousy brought forth from watching the masses of happy, ignorant humans frolicking about as if theirs was the only world in the universe. “I’m fine...I was just out...for a walk.”