Ppl be like “ I want an actual male gem, not just Steven.”
Jeez, it’s like having only one character
to represent your whole gender
in a group composed all of another gender
is a bit upsetting huh?
I wonder
what
that’s like
no really
can you
even imagine
what this lack of representation
MUST
FEEL
LIKE
This
post
isn’t
long
enough
none of the listed shows are named after the one female character, either
it’s actually physically impossible for me to not reblog this post.
I want to say I’ve reblogged this before, but I’m reblogging again for the brilliant addition of, “None of the listed shows are named after the one female character, either” because FUCKING THANK YOU.
mmmmmhm.
Every time I reblog this, there are new shows on the list.
Wow
it’s almost
as though
this happens
almost constantly
But normally you don’t notice, because it’s not about you.
Not to mention our weird tendancy to not move if our pet is asleep on us even if we’re uncomfortable cause “ they look so comfy!!!”
can you image an alien co-worker worried that their human friend is super late to work. so they go to their habitation block and there’s the human with their cat on their lap, smiling cheerily, “sorry, could you get a treat? I don’t want to move him. he’s so comfy.” and their alien friend gets the treat, confusion written all over their face and they tempt the cat off the human’s lap.
“Why don’t you just move them though?”
Their human friend looks scandalized, picking up their cat and squishing its face,“how could I? Look at that face!!”
When he takes control of Jack or any host body, I really wonder about what happens in that instance.
I loved that the Bio Inc video gave us some insight into how Anti effects someone he is attempting to possess.
Shortness of breath.
Mood swings.
Nervous system failure.
And honestly, I would love to see more development into this side of anti;
What happens to you physically and mentally when anti possesses you?
This is where I’m really eager to see Jack do binaural anti audio. I know lots of people want just general anti sounding like he’s there and in the room with you, but how cool would it be to have the audio be from JACK’S perspective?
Or even… Doctor schneeple’s, or chase’s?
What kind of things would anti mentally torture Jack, or any of the egos with? It could bring so much character to the egos by revealing their deepest, darkest fears that anti uses against them. What would anti say?
Physically, what does the possession feel like? Is it an ebbing pain that burns away at your will to fight? Is it just a head pain, or would you start losing control of your body? Would you find yourself trying to kill yourself against your wishes, or does anti take control of you so you willingly do it? Or does anti just slowly gain power by wearing you down mentally, then just take over in one huge explosion of force and power all in one go?
I literally have no idea what point I was trying to make here.
Things could not have gone more wrong. Their mission had simply been to break in, free the prisoners, and get out. Not entirely complex, and with several humans on their team, the Draxians were not worried. That confidence had vanished the moment one of the “prisoners” pulled an energy rifle on them.
The tables had been turned so abruptly that the crew didn’t have any time to react. With growing panic, they realized that they had been led into a trap. They were outnumbered by the prisoners four to one, and Draxians were not natural fighters. They were strategists, good at coming up with foolproof plans that needed no fighting. In case of any unexpected mistakes – which never happened – humans were brought on recovery missions for their warrior-like tendencies and quick thinking.
Sadly, three unprepared humans were still no match for forty armed fighters. The Draxians were realizing their defeat, and started raising their hands in surrender, tails swishing nervously and spines rippling with fear. The humans too were putting down their weapons. The average human was shorter than Draxians. The three humans in their party were shorter and female, biologically weaker and therefore at a disadvantage. They must have realized this as well.
As the fighters started tightening the circle that surround the rescue party, the three humans looked to each other and nodded. To any of the Draxians present, there was no meaning to these gazes, but the humans seemed to have understood each other perfectly, even in the absence of verbal conversation. This was a skill that humans were good at.
Suddenly, and simultaneously, the three humans each rushed a different fighter. One of them split her pole-like weapon into two bludgeoning sticks as they expertly disarmed three fighters. Using her sticks as extra projectiles the first human knocked out two more fighters and then picked up two of the discarded energy rifles. Her two companions stood to either side of her, blocking blasts with their poles from the rest of the fighters, who had come back to their senses and were firing on them.
The Draxians fell to the ground to escape the fire above them. They watched in awe as one of the humans with a pole vaulted herself onto the shoulders of one of the fighters and threw him to the ground with her legs wrapped around his neck. She kicked his rifle over to the cowering Draxians as she knocked the fighter out.
“Could use some help, guys,” she panted, not even looking their way as she returned to shield her companion again.
Finally stunned out of action, the Draxians, who had been forgotten in the moment, picked up either their own weapons or energy rifles that had been dropped and began shooting at the fighters. The humans continued their strange movement of shooting, deflecting, and throwing fighters to the ground if they got too close, cutting a path through their ranks. Several Draxians were hit in the fight, but in the end, with the help of the humans, all of the fighters were either unconscious or dead. The rescue party that had started out as a party of ten, was now reduced to three humans and three Draxians. The three Draxians looked on at the humans with a mix of fear and reverence, their spines rippling with worry.
The middle one spoke up first. “How did you do that?,” he asked. “I have never seen a fighter like that since the barbarians of Tiamid invaded my homeland. Where have you learned such a fierce fighting style?”
The women exchanged knowing glances, and one of them laughed, wiping sweat from her forehead. “We took a personal defense class before we enlisted. We never thought we’d ever use it here.”
With that they laughed with each other again, and the Draxians became wary of humans from then on.
