Nostalgia, Not The Good Kind Swept Into Her Smile, Although She Tried Her Best To Not Let It Show.

Nostalgia, not the good kind swept into her smile, although she tried her best to not let it show.

“I learned many things from my father too.”

Her tone softer with a somber timbre accompanying it. Instead of focusing the feelings threatening to crawl into and settle in her chest, she focused on the bright youth.

“I will remember that” she nodded, sometimes allowing her eyes to wander to the robot as well until she was sure she could produce a rough sketch from memory

“I'm Karma, it does sound like an alias but I uh don't like my given name.” she wasn't about to trauma dump on Peni, instead she opted for a white

“And I'm no spider but...can you keep a secret?” Karma asked playfully before a soft hiss along with a black forked tongue left her mouth

Good thing she wasn't unnerved by her eyes, or at least great at hiding it. Karma made sure her gestures come across as non threatening as possible, terrifying a child definitely wasn't on her to do list. Slightly surprised by the enthusiastic answer, until the robot came barreling towards the little girl.

When she scaled that thing was when Karma hid the revolver with the same speed she she instinctively whipped it out.

“That's...certainly outstanding and special!” she couldn't help the infectious smile spreading on her own dark lips as well

Her eyebrows shot up almost into her hairline as the child took a literal spider out of the robot. What she has built.

“...You built this?” Karma asked in disbelief laced awe

“How old are you?” she laughed brightly in wonder at the brilliant mind “Oh and your best friend spider! Does he have a name?” well...she was told they could communicate so that meant the spider was a mutated one, enough to understand human gestures so Karma gave it- him a small wave

for those who feel like a monster … sentence starters

“You’re still human.”

“You’re not a monster.”

“I don’t see you as a monster.”

“You’re not what they say you are.”

“You are not what has been done to you.”

“Don’t listen to them. They don’t know you.”

“You’re better than you tell yourself you are.”

“The mistakes you’ve made don’t define you.”

“No matter what you are, you deserve to be loved.”

“No matter what you are, you deserve to be protected.”

“I know it’s hard to see past the guilt, but you’re a good person.”

“You look at yourself and see a monster… I see someone beautiful.”

“I’m not scared of you. And its sad that you seem scared of yourself.”

“When I look in your eyes, I don’t see a monster. I see someone in pain.”

“They’re scared of you… because they can’t see past what makes you different.”

“You might not be human anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less of a person.”

“Is this why you don’t want to let anyone close? You’re afraid they’ll see you like some kind of monster?”

Plotting call!

If you would like to throw your muse(s) at Karma, like this post and I will slither into your messages so we can figure something out💚🖤

Good thing she wasn't unnerved by her eyes, or at least great at hiding it. Karma made sure her gestures come across as non threatening as possible, terrifying a child definitely wasn't on her to do list. Slightly surprised by the enthusiastic answer, until the robot came barreling towards the little girl.

When she scaled that thing was when Karma hid the revolver with the same speed she she instinctively whipped it out.

“That's...certainly outstanding and special!” she couldn't help the infectious smile spreading on her own dark lips as well

Her eyebrows shot up almost into her hairline as the child took a literal spider out of the robot. What she has built.

“...You built this?” Karma asked in disbelief laced awe

“How old are you?” she laughed brightly in wonder at the brilliant mind “Oh and your best friend spider! Does he have a name?” well...she was told they could communicate so that meant the spider was a mutated one, enough to understand human gestures so Karma gave it- him a small wave

"Uuuuh I actually don't have powers like the others, see me and my spider more do former a psychic link." From Peni

Well, that caught her off guard.

What she's even supposed to say to that?

“I-uh...also can't shoot webs.” Karma offered a tiny piece of information, so far everyone has been young, but she was...a literal child.

“Do you want to tell me how exactly that works?” she asked after a small internal crisis; she wasn't great with children but obviously she couldn't just straight out tell her what is she.

“But it's understandable if you don't want to. You must have been taught to not talk to strangers, forgive my curiosity.” she smiled gently, giving the girl an easy way out if she was uncomfortable

Figured out why my intestines wanted to murder me yesterday

From the insane amount of stress my period broke through the permanent birth control pills I'm taking, because my cramps during it reach medieval torture levels. I'm in pain, emotional so I will probably be lurking? I'm still available though, I desperately need distraction