futuredeadbranches:

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anon said: I’ve heard theories that Hal was a mind player- nothing concrete, just an interesting concept

my self indulgence has reached new levels so… i guess i made a god bod for a pair of shades?

(i’m considering Hal as Prince of Mind for this one)

Hal: When he’s still in the shades, Hal can splinter a piece of his mind, leaving it in the mind of the person that’s currently wearing him. That piece causes teal markings to appear on the persons skin that are similar to the Mind symbol. Through it, he can talk directly into their brain (also while not being worn) and explore some parts of their thoughts.

When he gets a robot body he still has those abilities. In addition to it, those teal markings quickly cover the metal of his body, shifting and changing constantly. His screen-face (under the red shades) also displays some of the mental images of the people he is either touching or is connected through his splinter.

Under either form, he sometimes fills involuntarily someone’s mind with static as a defense mechanism when he has uncomfortable emotions, leaving them a slightly confused/unable to think straight.

futuredeadbranches:

Rogue of Mind: linear and rectangular markings appear on their skin, mostly around their eyes where they take the shape of the rogue’s mask. on each of their palms and the middle of their forehead, the symbol of mind appears. during their growth, when they touch people, sometimes their markings light up and they switch personalities with the other person for a certain while. the only external sign for it is their shiny markings and that they take the eye color of the person. they can also act as a link between two people, by touching both simultaneously and switching their personalities. as time passes, they learn to have a better grip on it and to choose what they want to exchange, the whole mind, the personality or just thoughts.

Prince of life: they destroy life, so their body starts to die slowly, their eyes turning completely white, while their heart and breathing stop. on some parts of their body, mushrooms appear, leaving holes in the skin underneath when the fungus dies (since they have a very short lifespan, it happens quickly). soon, the holes are filled with many dry branches, reconstituting the lost limbs. a crown of thorns and branches grow around their head, leaves appearing on it sometimes, that die as soon as they come to life, reddening and falling to the ground. in the beginning of their growth, most plant life and insects die as soon as they touch it, but they learn to control it and learn as well as the ability of taking life from bigger things, with time.

these ideas were amazing thank u so much!!

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zaynsamosa:

white person: *eats chicken tikka masala once* i just…. i feel so connected… to indian culture …. I’m learning to speak islam…. check out my third eye….. chakra

Every time I see this. Every damn time. I’m immediately sucked back into my fuckin. Fuckin English lit class with Mr. Fuckass McShit. Mr. “Hit the gong to begin class”, “Namaste, Children”, “I wanna go backpacking in India to find my spiritual awakening and also my left burkinstock that I lost during a cedar sauna drum circle” ass bastard.
“Do you want to share your poetry with the class to get in touch with your emotions” ass fucker. Mr. “Here’s a photograph of a tribal shaman, describe him using nature words” asshole. Pretentious-ass, condescending motherfucker.
“Do you want to tell us about your saddest memory?”
“I dunno, sir. Are you giving me an option?”
“No.”
“Then why are you asking”
Every goddamn day. Fuck. “You seem tense.” Oh, I seem tense? I seem tense. Well fuck, Professor Pillsbury, maybe I ‘seem tense’ because I walk into a room on five hours of sleep to the sound of a goddamn brass gong drilling through my brain and your seven-foot-nine, socks-and-sandals-wearing, patchouli-smelling ass immediately gravitates in my direction with some shit like “a tree……… Is a Poem” and I gotta sit here and politely tell you that No I’m Not Comfortable Telling The Class About A Time I Was Emotionally Vulnerable With A Loved One using words that sound like the way the color yellow smells. Maybe I don’t wanna sit in a circle and hold hands with Brittney from Computer Sciences to “align our auras” or some shit. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.
I swear to God, if I wanted to sing ‘kumbaya’ with a smelly old guy with gross facial hair who writes bad porn on the side, I’d go out to the parking lot and share a Hookah with Crazy Dan, the disgraced electrician.
What, I don’t wanna do an interpretive dance to represent the spiritual experience of eating Quinoa in a room full of ambivalent preteens and suddenly I’m the ‘troubled youth’ you need to Robin Williams “O Captain My Captain” your way into having a Paternal Bonding Moment powerful enough to Expand My Impressionable Young Mind and Turn My Life Around, you goddamn saint, you? Jesus Fucking Christ. You insufferable jackass. You’re not “Enlightened”, you rolled out of bed and ate half a pot brownie, wrote a sad song about a leaf, and strolled into class to ramble about your Spirit Animal for six hours straight before calling it a day. Holy Jesus goddamned Christ. Fucking Balls, sir. Holy Fucking Balls