a lost legacy

once upon a time, a princess was lost in the woods.

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indie original alien character. previously idlcminds

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for real tho, would anyone be interested in a ‘aliens are real and we come in peace’ verse where Advena is an alien ambassador or possibly conqueror or something like that?

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while i’m at work might as well

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~like for a first contact verse starter

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~like for a first contact verse starter

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~habit headcannon

sometimes she forgets she has extra arms. she never forgets she has wings, because coats are heavy and uncomfortable and it makes her back itch, but spending so long in disguise around humans (see: years) means she doesn’t often have the opportunity to stretch her limbs properly, as it were, and will at times just look down at her second arms whilst pinching her fingers open and shut as if she hadn’t noticed them before, let out a little ‘oh yeah’ and return to whatever task she was doing that required extra hands.

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~open

     smiles are odd, and she can never quite get them right. feels far too much like she’s about to bare her teeth in aggression. “This is my business card.”

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~open

     it’s become a habit to wake up before dawn. she wander about until she found a secluded little are where she assumed no humans would come across her, and then wait for the sun to rise.

     for a being who’d live her entire life in space, sunrises were such novel things. she enjoyed watching the sky fill with colour, waiting excitedly - almost vibrating with anticipation - for the sunlight to reach her outstretched legs and climb up her body. 

     the alien forgets that she’s never truly safe, and never alone for long - but only for a moment. eyes snap open and glance at the sound of footfalls and the drumming of a human heart - painfully loud to no one but her. she says nothing, only stares; she’s still trying to master the use of appropriate facial expressions.

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Advena - Knight’s Watch

Escaping from the lab was not quite as fulfilling as it should have been. She was free, yes, but freedom did not equate to safety as she quickly learnt. Being able to metabolise just about anything - despite how decayed it might have been - was certainly an advantage, and she frequently went ‘hunting’ for food in dumpsters and abandoned buildings. She kept away from humans, kept moving, hiding in sewers, disused train tunnels, and anywhere else she could find a corner to huddle in.

She never meant to save anyone; she was simply hungry, and he had simply been in her way. Or that’s how she justified breaking her strict rule of never interacting humans. The woman, almost as bloodied up as Advena became after the encounter, had been rightly terrified and passed out - presumably somewhere between seeing a woman (?) with four arms appear from the shadows and the man having his arm ripped from his socket by said woman (?). 

Advena, feeling slightly guilty, couldn’t very well leave her there and ending up staying by her side until she finally shuddered awake in time for the first rays of morning light.

She’s not sure if the human considered her a friend, but it had been the woman’s idea to take advantage of Advena’s comparative strength and morally grey compass to start her own ‘private security’ business. For reasons that she never properly explained to Advena, the woman remained as uninvolved as possible, her last bit of assistance being spreading the word of the new security service available to those without the funds or ability to rely on more ‘legal’ methods of protection.

Her ability to see through and control smaller insects meant Advena could keep an eye on just about anything in her little corner of the city. She avoided killing anyone else where possible - better not to draw attention to herself - instead used her insects to fight for her. It was surprising how many humans were terrified of the tiny, weak creatures, especially when the came out in droves.

Surprising, and incredibly entertaining to watch.

[shesnake]

Mia Wasikowska in Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒

                                                     𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄                                       

“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…” “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.” “It’s bleeding quite badly.” “Oh God, what happened to you?!” “You’re covered in blood! Is it yours?” “Your head looks pretty bad. I’m sure it’ll need stitches.” “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I’ll need to clean the wound.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you. But you’re safe now.” “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?” “Does it still hurt?” “I don’t think a band aid is gonna fix this…” “Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.” “Damn, that must hurt. I’m sure there are some painkillers around here.” “You have to be seen by a doctor. This isn’t going to heal on its own.” “It looks broken. Can you move it at all?” “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.” “I’m not going to leave you behind. If need be, I’ll carry you.” “I’m going to pick you up now, okay? Just hold on to me.” “Everything is going to be okay. Just hang in there.”

“I don’t feel so good.” “It’s seeping through the bandages.” “My head is throbbing. I think I have a concussion.” “I can barely breathe, it hurts so bad!” “It looks worse than it is. I’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” “You should see the other one.” “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.” “It was my fault, really. I wasn’t paying attention and got hit in the face.” “Getting stabbed wasn’t really on my bucket list.” “I don’t think I can walk.” “Leave me behind, please. I’m just going to slow you down.” “Am I going to die?” “I can’t stop the bleeding.” “I think the bruise matches my eye color.” “Don’t touch it, please! It hurts.” “I don’t want to go to a hospital. I hate doctors!”

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CDES

Part philanthropic endeavour, part side-show circus, the Compendium of Dangerous and Endangered Species is a nomadic exhibition of only the most dangerous endangered species of the galaxies. 

Working in accordance with regulations set out by various galactic governing bodies and alliances, the curators and scientists of the CDES do their utmost to to curate and care for the known galaxy’s rarest creatures. Given approval they will also, at times, attempt to aid in the repopulation of the endangered species through long-term studying and scientific experimentation.

Currently the grandest item in the exhibition is AD#02, the last known monarch-class Craetian in existence. There was also the first Craetian offspring successfully born in captivity, however it is no longer available for viewing due to ... unforeseen circumstances.

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sick whump scenarios send a symbol, get a drabble.  

✿: feeling so out of it, they need constant attention

❥: barefoot, sleepy wanderings

+: being led back to bed with patient whispers

!: that classic collapse into someone’s waiting arms

✘: forehead kisses

⌘: being picked up

⟰: the crinkle of blankets when being tucked in extra good

⬤: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart or honey

►: crisp, clean pajamas

#: shaky hands 

✓: waking up either adorably confused or painfully scared

ʌ: comfort after a nightmare

≈: medicine

➥: nap

≣: hand holding

⌫: lullaby

✂: drooping eyelids

✈: reaching out for someone [bonus points if they mumble! their! name!] 

‡: bath

¿: thermometer 

⌓: tissues

℧: a damp towel against flushed, feverish skin   

ʃ: fingers running through sweaty hair

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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advena - human attire

In attempts to further blend into whatever dregs of human society she happens to find herself in, Advena tends to adorn herself in fairly plain attire.

Most colours tend to be muted; blacks and browns and beige, all covered up by a long brown trench coat - the first piece of clothing she’d been given after escaping the human lab. Not all humans were unkind, or so it would seem.

The look is finished with a brown wig to cover her hairless scalp, and leather gloves and black boots just for fun.

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Advena & Gotham

Advena is not the only freak in Gotham, and certainly not the only alien on earth by any means. She arrived on the planet more like a refugee and not at all like someone with thoughts of conquer and carnage, but that didn’t stop the humans that found her from distrusting her and turning her over to the authorities. 

Probably something to do with eating the family pet, she suspects.

She’d been in no position to put up a fight, exposure to the cold in space the seeped into an escape pod that was never built with traversing the galaxy in mind, and the fiery and painful crash landing made her sluggish, as if the next step she took might shatter her to pieces.

Arkham had not been kind at first, not until she healed, regained her strength; leaving was as easy as joining the rabble making an escape attempt - escape that would not have been possible had she not been there to pry open doors and paralyse guards.

Her decision not to join said rabble on a more permanent basis had little to do with her own moral code, and everything to do with her fear of retribution from immortal superbeings that held far too much resemblance to the monsters in the stories her mother would tell her of their planet’s destruction.

It began with using insects to eavesdrop on minor evil schemes - liquor store robbing, home break-ins, small things like that - until eventually she became well known enough in the more dangerous parts of the city. Her services weren’t free, but considering she was happy to accept food instead of money and she was generally more effective than the standard human private security agencies in Gotham, she was probably one of the most popular choices.

To know if a house or business was under her protection, one would only have to look for the Knight’s Watch sticker on the front door, a dragonfly with sword for a body. 

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craetian species - monarch

The Craetian species can be separated into four distinct classes or roles. First and foremost there is the Monarch who, as the name suggests, is the ruler of their colony. This female has a range of abilities unique to its class, all with the purpose of surviving on the surface of the Craetian home world, finding a Consort and forging her colony.

There are two types of Monarchs, that being True Monarchs and Forged Monarchs. In every generation since the first generation there has only ever been one True Monarch at any one time. True Monarchs are born as the last child of the current True Monarch and will leave their colony once of aged to conquer more land and expand the First Colony.

Forged Monarchs, on the other hand, are born as Soldier or Worker class Craetians who, of their own volition, leave their colony to begin their own. Not all Craetians can become a Forged Monarch, and as such there is usually only a handful in any generation. Forged Monarchs cannot give birth to a True Monarch, and as such their colony is either overrun by a new True Monarch, or by another Forged Monarch looking for more territory.

The second is the Consort role, a male that must leave his colony when he comes of age in order to find his own Monarch. Females outnumber males almost 100 to 1, and male Craetians cannot call themselves Consorts until chosen by a Monarch. As such it is up to the Monarch to prove themselves a worthy ruler for their desired Consort to choose them. Often the Monarch will approach a potential Consort that complements their own strengths and weaknesses in order to better the colony. Monarchs will often take on multiple Consorts to better diversify their offspring, but the First Consort will always hold seniority.

The next two classes are Soldier and Worker class Craetians. Soldiers tend to be the largest of the species, stronger and faster and built for fighting and hunting. Workers, though not as large as the Soldiers, are often stronger, meant for creating the intricate underground network of tunnels that make up a colony, with the smallest of the Workers meant for helping rear and protect the youngest of the species when the numbers become to great for only the Monarch and Consorts to look after.

Advena is a True Monarch.