As funny as it is that rocky sees grace and complains about grace and humans in general as a terribly inefficient blob of water and fluids and teases constantly...
I REALLY think this should be a relatively rocky-exclusive perspective. He's watched this incredibly stressed human drip all kinds of tears and goos while they were floating around in space, and grace let down basically all of his guard around rocky personally, have discussed and understood eachother over life threatening missions. To Rocky, grace is Grace!
But grace does have some naturally combative push to him (see, the commentary that got him stonewalled in the scientific community in the first place, and being able to keep up with and handle Eva stratt) and further more, when an eridian is Not Rocky, i.e. not incredibly socially withdrawn and traumatized and maybe on their own spectrum of divergence before his ill fated mission and was very susceptible to latching onto a strange and unusual creature in just as much crisis as him...
That is to say. The eridians are going to meet grace with wildly different priorities and expectations. And what they're going to get is a human dangerously close to deaths door, and cornered and dying humans aren't always the most friendly or cooperative and friendly, even the Nicest Humans You Can Get.
So they get a dying human. And as tumblr loves to say, humans are terrifying to aliens, and fuck do they persist. Rocky's so-described "pathetic space blob" grace is terrifying to most eridians, especially the scientists studying him.
He drinks solvent and breaths combustion. Instead of simply dying when his body runs out of nutrients and calorie stores, it has begun to Digest Itself. His body is pumping chemicals they do not understand and every chemistry panel they run shows new levels of new chemicals and hormones. The human body replaces most of its cells constantly because even breathing, especially at a higher atmospheric pressure, is destroying their own lungs.
This thing "hears" things they cannot comprehend and he is unable to describe beyond "color" and "brightness" which are things you can not contextualize, and calls the strangest things beautiful. It has no entirely discernable traits you can understand ecologically as a predator- no armor, no weapons- and yet it eats meat and that is one of the many nutrients it needs to survive. You as a resident of erid do not have many creatures with "eyes" and so have no idea that the strongest mark of a predator is neither claw nor fang, but forward facing eyes, all the better to catch your prey, to meet a foe head on and fearless. You just know it "sees" and that it eats meat, and many other complicated things.
And in place of not receiving all those nutrients, it's body will litterally digest itself and keep going without them. Oh, this new chemical in it's latest blood panel allows it to ignore it's own pain to the point it won't realize it's injured. It can wake up from a dead sleep if you are too loud or too "brightness" around it. It speaks in an archaic graveling noise and is capable of imitating the strangest things, including a haunting near-vocalization of the eridani language of its own, which it calls "singing" and it does this at the strangest of times, when happy and when nervous. It is neither fast nor slow, but over time and observation, you realize this strange towering bipedal creature expends an entirely minimal amount of energy to walk, a process of controlled falling turned mobilization. You hypothesize that for lack of predatory weaponry like claws or sharp teeth, this thing simply evolved to follow you. To "see" you with it's forward facing eyes even in total stillness, total silence, and follow for as long as it takes: it won't spend much energy, and it won't starve waiting for you to exhaust. It'll start digesting *itself* while waiting for it's prey to lay down and have to sleep. It will "watch" you sleep with "eyes." You cannot wake up the way it can, and it will eventually catch up to you.
Also sometimes it cries excess amounts of saline rich solvent when you compliment it's latest research paper. Rocky calls him an idiot and the overseeing eridian scientists watch on with a sense of morbid eldrich horror. Right, right, just a "leaky space blob", sure.
They're kind of terrified of the future delegations with this planet. They litterally get to space by explosion. Not only are they scary- they're INSANE. And they're told the one they have is "a push over".
Tim probably has an annoyingly regular and healthy sleep schedule. And also lays down and falls asleep so quickly. Fuck that guy
Penny probably sleeps like a ROCK. The only time she didn't was when she was a new mother and the slightest sound had her jerking awake and getting up to check on the baby.
Billie still has "not sleeping teenager" energy. Up until 5 am and waking up at 8am still. Sometimes she texts Steve to ask to come in late so she can crash back into bed and he just happily sends back emojis he shouldn't have of honk shoo and shit that doesn't exist. 👍👍 sleep well my girl
Allen sleeps irregularly. Not poorly, but he can and will sleep anywhere, because he doesn't have a regular sleep schedule. Has been caught napping on his lunchbreak at the truck and is a very cranky waker.
Frances probably gets The Most Sleep. She is turning in early and getting up as late as possible. We are talking 10 hours of sleep average, more if she can. I think she's working through something from her youth days where she basically never slept because she had to do so much studying and practice and extra bullshit because she was a severe overachiever. She is finally resting.
Conrad is less regular about bedtime than Tim but also has a pretty strict bedtime routine and schedule. He also has, like, the nicest bed among everyone, even Frances who shelled out money on everything ever. Conrad spends his money on practical things and does way too much research. He has a fantastic bed and very nice sheets and pillows. He needs noise to sleep and is usually playing music quietly unless it's raining out.
Cesare sleeps like hell. He wakes up constantly and he doesn't usually sleep all that deeply, he's the kind of guy you can talk to while he's sleeping and he will answer you back. He might even remember it tomorrow. Sometimes when he's bone deep exhausted he'll sleep pretty hard, but those are also probably the times you'll catch him sleepwalking, which isn't much more restful than the shallow sleep he normally gets. The old man enjoys sleeping despite this, and needs a lot of it, bad at it as he is. He probably gets night terrors early on, hopefully those lessen with time and safety. Sleeping in his truck is VERY bad for him but he keeps doing it and fighting people trying to take him home to use guest beds; mostly I think because the sleep walking and talking worry him and he doesn't want to be around people just in case.
Steve sleeps, ehem, like a zombie. He sleeps hard and deep and an earthquake wouldn't wake him. But if you called his name he'd snap awake like he was never sleeping at all, almost immediately coherent and ready to do whatever. He probably needs more sleep than he gets and sleeping in his truck is probably less comfortable and less good for him then he acts. Guys who have sore backs, even if there's no long-term damage.
Munkustrap sleeps like. Like a cartoon. Like so many cartoons. One night he's got a cute little gown and sleep mask and sleeps daintily and rises elegantly. The next night he falls over on his face and hits with a THUMP and conks out immediately, and gets up the same way, by reverse-falling onto his feet. The night after that he is snork mimimimimimi'ing across Steve who is honk shooing in answer, and while neither of them is usually a loud snorer, something about napping near eachother makes them snore so much louder lmao. The next night munk fell asleep standing up and spends the whole day complaining his neck is sore. Thomas is an old man napper, too; doesn't matter if he sleeps good lately, he is probably always in the mood for a nap, and despite getting plenty of sleep, he is the most likely to be found napping somewhere. He's napping on the roof of zomburger in the middle of a shift and no one knows how or when he got there. Cesare is pissed because he is jealous, HE wants to nap on his truck in the sunlight!
Vague danny phantom (or dp x dc) concept for the "village ghost" or "city ghost" concepts where the resident Ghost in Charge (Danny for amity maybe or like, lady Gotham for gotham) influence their cities or aspects of their constructors or planners in order to appease to... the ghost zone, areas of it, or like, other ghosts or realms or such. Namely to the aspects of the Ancients.
Big cities tend to save swaths of land as parks as a tribute to Overgrowth, a little place of power to the Ancient that spawned all life. Destroying one's park or nature reserve is a small offense and is to turn away from that realm- possibly earning overgrowth's ire and certainly overgrowth would never lend Aid if needed to that particular ghost. So the village ghost might influence its people into unrest, and then there would be a bunch of Protests in the city should the park be threatened.
Additionally, having great monuments means being able to reach out and communicate when in dire need with an ancient. Perhaps in a time of great, terrible darkness, a conceptual Lady Gotham cries out in need... and the clock tower *pangs* in answer, rining great bells. Clockwork has heard.
(Did I maybe start writing something I will probably never post based on this flimsy ass idea? Yeah. Gotham is in turmoil or something and spooky shit happened and the clock tower rings spontaneously and it's unsettling but it was just Clockwork saying "yeah hold on I'm sending the king to fix that fuck ass clown infestation." Or something.)
Baby is tired after we encountered some neked looking cryptid in the woods. She is just laying here growling quietly. Idk why I insist on going for walks at 11 at night on a full fxkn moon.
So wait is this related to that fanfiction about a demon Arthur?
(Ah I shoulda know this would be confusing. The AU that the fic is based on is something I and @providentially-demonic (and a few others) came up with in some back and forth discussion on my rp blog. I have a tag for it here.
The reason I was trying to not mention it was so that people wouldnt think that this blog is a comic of that fic and leave some mystery to this blog. Because this blog is doing its own thing and will only take some things from that fic because it will be altered by follower interaction. The big thing im lifting is the addition of faeries, because in my original idea faeries had nothing to do with the AU, but it was a wonderful addition by Kita. But im not sure whats going to change on this blog, from both the fic and my original AU ideas, im just gonna let it organically do its own thing.
Also some scenes in the fic are so character driven im not sure how I could tie follower interaction in with it
But please do check out all of the fics/ficlets she wrote out, they are great. Just be aware while canon to the base AU (since really we have joint custody of the AU) the fics arent necessarily canon to THIS blog.
Tonally though, they are all pretty spot on to what this blog is gonna be. Alot of fluff as the boys work through their trauma together. I had originally planned to open this blog more mysteriously, leave it unknown whether this was the same AU so that followers could try and piece it together.....but tumblr kinda ruined that plan :V
And specifically: Munk immediately without hesitation joining steve's bit when explaining the differences of the cats play between their two societies.
Like they just kinda bend rules and logic in silly little ways, but it's worth noting that Munk, though he has less screen time obvi, is Less Silly than Steve. He performs detouring bits significantly less and has a better grasp on just using his abilities as he wants and needs to, such as finding Steve on his own and punching his way down to him, and then also directing Steve into helping him bust thru the bars for the jailbreak. He doesn't devolve into bits on his own, not nearly to the ratio of bit-to-screentime as Steve. But he doesn't hesitate to JOIN those bits.
Now as a quick side tangent, many animals have parallel or social mimic behaviors as a KEY social thing they need. A purring cat often triggers a nearby cat to purr in response. There's a bunch of these natures in humans, too, of course- laughter is contagious and distress is often very contagious in all forms, too; a scared human in a crowd scares the crowd, and sad things happening makes people nearby tear up too. Humans particularly are social and need to communicate and when people are talking around or near you, it's instinctive to tune in, and even join in. It's instinct, and it's necessary; humans need human interaction. Other animals can fill space in your heart but it is deeply unhealthy to be isolated from other humans.
Jellicles are social and they are *clowns* and also a species obsessed with performance. Both on a social learning level and perhaps a deep physical, physiological level, it would make sense that bits are contagious the way laughter is in humans. It's social and comfortable and affectionate. Even for old friends who haven't seen eachother in millions of years, there's no hesitation.
Steve is significantly in less control of his bits and his detours from reality, and we see the slice of life in the beginning of season one for Steve and the bigtop crew: Steve is continually doing weird little bits toward his humans, entertaining and confusing them in spades, performing and bending reality the whole way. They're humans- they can't join the bit the same way Munk manages without thought. They can't also shrink along with him, or join in on Steve's unreality otherwise. He keeps doing bits anyway because he's trying to socialize the way he can, a little beast that is purring and purring and purring and is never hearing a purr back.
But he probably still adores his little humans anyway, the same way people and cats bond, even if humans never purr back and cats don't laugh along with you.
we're playing a game called short term financial panic!
The summary is that Sav has suddenly and without notice become unemployed and the timing has been everly inconvenient. I've been job hunting the last couple days and while i do have a job prospect in the future, im informed it can take up to two months to even begin orientation. So far no other job prospects have progressed- leaving me, Sav, scrambling for work more *now* than *later* without any success so far.
If I can make do for the next month, and get into the aforementioned job, we can make do! but June is a hurdle. These numbers account for paying what i can already with my scant savings, so this is the minimum i need to scrape together to be stable for the coming month.
So! Sav is opening commissions (And Donations @ paypal / kofi)
Im offering basically anything right now- Here's some full colors at various levels of shade/complexity. But flats and monochromes are also available for quicker turn around!
Prices are currently undecided. DM if at all interested.
