Warning: This blog will, at times, have graphically violent and sexual RPs.
"Bonjour. Je m'appelle Stephen, and I don't give a shit about you."
{TF2 RP blog for a RED Spy stationed at Harvest. No Impulse/Broken Moral Compass Clone of Ètienne. Glitched Snake/Bird/Human Hybrid.}
M!A currently in effect: None
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
dodomedic said: WHERE DO YOU POOP?!
………
Again with this?
Do you have a butt beak too?
What the fuck? Why the fuck would I have that?
Really, you’d think they would have more interesting things to do.
Atheris mabuensis
*the first child is poking its snake head out of the shell, green and shiny with natal slime*
J-Jay!
Mn, huh? *comes over*
*shivering in excitement, wanting to pop the incubator open and reach in* Look… look!
*stares, blinks, then nods* Yeah
We did it
*its obvs raining inside their room, don’t mind him*
*hugs* We did it, Steph
*clings to*
*the first child is poking its snake head out of the shell, green and shiny with natal slime*
J-Jay!
Mn, huh? *comes over*
*shivering in excitement, wanting to pop the incubator open and reach in* Look… look!
*stares, blinks, then nods* Yeah
We did it
*its obvs raining inside their room, don’t mind him*
*the first child is poking its snake head out of the shell, green and shiny with natal slime*
J-Jay!
Mn, huh? *comes over*
*shivering in excitement, wanting to pop the incubator open and reach in* Look… look!
*the first child is poking its snake head out of the shell, green and shiny with natal slime*
J-Jay!
*humming birdysnake*
*all the foofy cuddles yes*
Because he is the first I saw when I awoke, aside from my origin.
Because he is beautiful, like apple cider.
Because he is all I’ve needed.
Because he is all I want.
Because he is mine.
*For a long time, he is quiet.*
…I was never human. I wore a human shell, but I am not human by any definition. I was a copy of a failure sent to die without his own name.
I have had a while to think on this question deeply, with no one to consult. My answer is: Why would I want to fit in with society, when it is ugly? When it considers me and Jay to be expendable? When it considers itself as a dysmorphic tree, pruning its own branches and carving off its own bark?
Now, I will be a god. My children will envelop the world, in time. We will be here long after humanity destroys itself in its maniacal pursuit of perfection.
Look at me.
Be afraid.
I am.