ZERO.

EXPERIMENT #000 ❝ illithid: monstrous humanoid aberrations with psionic powers (commonly referred to as mind flayers)❞ ZERO. indie oc, with stranger things origins. written by maggie. please read rules before following. ❝ between 1953 and 1966, the cia financed a series of espionage-related experiments. the project was code-named MKULTRA.❞ ILLITHID

[illithiid]

               ILLITHID: monstrous humanoid aberrations                with psionic powers (commonly named as                mind flayers)

                                                           Between 1953 and 1966, the CIA financed a                                                        series of illegal espionage-related experiments.                                                                  The project was code-named MKULTRA.

[liveasheroes]

Just be yourself.

[illithiid]

intovoid replied to your post: listen i’m hearing everyone when they say happy...

Ik I was just talking ab the happy ending au but,,,, I like this

keepscold replied to your post: listen i’m hearing everyone when they say happy...

oh

trust me this is a Great Plan and there’s No Way it goes wrong

[illithiid]

listen i'm hearing everyone when they say happy ending au but hear me out: uhhh au where the mind flayer escapes the upside down and brings everyone into the hive mind, slaves forever

[illithiid]

any more glaring and she would have been HISSING at the window. in an impatient, harried manner, she marches over ( feet stomp stomp STOMPING along ) and s n a p s the curtain shut. “no sun no hot-” she says in a rush, adjusting the curtain to cover as much of the window, “just cold. what is WRONG with you?” // @girldefy sc.

[illithiid]

childzerozeronine:

A hand raised as the illusion of Papa vanished - wanting to touch him one last time - and was replaced with that of a stranger, another girl. Older than Nine, lacking the tears that rolled down her cheek, but there was something…something almost familiar about her. Some feeling in the back of her mind that she couldn’t identify.

This touch was different than the last, somehow more tangible and Nine found herself leaning in once more though her eyes never strayed from the other’s face. Studying. Searching.

“Papa,” she agreed softly, before continuing more hesitantly. “Who are you?”

                                   W H O   A R E   Y O U ?

There’s a moment of hesitance, eyes going wide for a moment. Papa had two of them, taught two how to love and fear. But Papa loves only the small her - he doesn’t know how big and strong she’d gotten, not yet. We may have the same Papa, but I am not you. Her touch does not become any harder, but the gentle awe in her eyes fades, until there’s nothing but hollowness. No - her eyes aren’t hollow, they’re full - the black space is inside her as much as she is inside of it. Her hands pull back, only so she can show her arm, the three round zeroes marked on her arm. “Like you. Papa... who Papa loves.” 

[panerasexual-deactivated2017100]

drop whatever you’re doing right now and climb a tree

[nintendowii2011]

its pitch black outside, and freezing cold. I think ill climb a tree tomorrow

[panerasexual-deactivated2017100]

you climb that fuckin tree right now

[likes-dinos]

I’ve literally never seen this post on my dash when it is not after dark and cold as balls. I’m beginning to think this is a conspiracy to get us eaten by some nocturnal tree demon.

[the-place-where]

everybody put in the tags at what time you saw this

[illithiid]

experitwins:

“ i can make it louder, ”   the voices call, their volume increased from the last words spoken,   “ tell me WHO YOU ARE or it’ll get worse. ”   echo remains in her hiding place in the shadows of one of the trees as she watches the target she is speaking to, the small bit of blood dripping from her nose.

she bristles. this is unfair, oh, the NERVE. her fists are screwed up so tight at her sides that her wrist bends, and they stick out at her sides. she huffs, hard enough that she blows raspberries. tell me who you are or it’ll get worse. “i am worse.” it’s not a threat, it’s a FACT. it’s the best name she can think of. worse. like better in reverse. she feels animals skitter in fear, and she reaches in, plugging herself to them. find find find find. squirrels skitter in protest, a raccoon cries, but they come to her, putting their noses to a scent, as blood trickles down from her own. “loud hurts. stop.”

[mhythology-deactivated20160909]

call me medusa for my monstrosity is not mine to bear, but yours to fear.

a.c (via domrps)

[illithiid]

she HATES. no, not him. this. HER. the body, all small and no tentacles. she has bones, and she can only bend certain ways. but LOOK AT THE HAIR. it flops every single way, like a — what did they call her, the better version of her? MIND FLAYER. he has hair like a mind flayer. she finally opens her mouth, unaware of the fact that just s t a r i n g at him is not a great first impression. “big monster hair.” // @batspiked sc.

[codestred]

REMEMBER

DACRE MONTGOMERY is an amazing and disastrously goodlooking actor with a heart of GOLD who deserves all of the love and affection.

BILLY HARGROVE is a fictional piece of human garbage who is abusive, sexist, and racist who deserves ONLY BAD THINGS and is impossible to LIKE.

Know the difference. Love the difference. Live the difference.

[soracities]

A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.

Ocean Vuong, from “A Letter To My Mother That She Will Never Read”, published in The New Yorker (via soracities)

[illithiid]

zero as a human:  hm ,  disappointing .

[stardustandswirls]

me to the demon in the corner of my room: ain’t u got shit to do

[bunrobot]

Doctors Hate Her! Local woman is "just really mean to doctors", says one

[sifrsifrarbe-blog]

“ yes. right now. “ she glances upwards at a cctv camera, so similar to the ones that watched her as a child. “ it’s a part of that place- we need to burn it. “

@illithiid && cont.

[illithiid]

eyes flicker to follow the gaze drifting upwards, and she hastily averts once she realizes what they're looking at. she reaches out to touch hadeel's wrist. not grab, just touch. “let me see.” she wants to feel for minds. in this body, it's harder to get a grasp on humans, but she's not looking to enter. she can sense them - she can tell the difference between us and them. “there... might be more of us.”

[illithiid]

theirproject:

                                        MAYBE EVERYTHING IS BLURRY BECAUSE SHE’S TIRED.                     either way, jane can      barely      see the other in front of her, only being able to      stumble      a bit before falling on her      hands  and  knees.      she’s      sure      she’s done it, but maybe she was just      too  weak.

@illithiid   /   sc. 

                    THE WORLD IS SO MUCH BIGGER, AND SHE IS SO MUCH SMALLER.           a breath through her teeth that comes from her diaphragm, a chestful of air expelled in a hiss. she was so close to be locking away again, this time maybe forever and ever, and she couldn’t stay there. she gave in, but she’s small, and she’s useless. “why?” the word crumbles out, frail and mournful. she wanted to come home BIG and POWERFUL and now she’s so small. now she’s so human. “close - gate. why?”