#Cooler Than Spaceships

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Wondering if I’ve misinterpreted the timeline considering nomad keeps referencing ”people back home” as if they are currently alive. I do kinda like that concept less tho as the only way I’m willing to accept all this sci-fi technology stuff is if it is far away in time from all that I hold dear

#I’ve said if before and I will say it again #travelling through shadesmar is 10x cooler and original than using a boring old spaceship #ssp4 #the sunlit man

[stareaterau]

Chapter 1 episode 4

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Etho is relieved to finally have a moment of peace from that incessant beeping. It’s been driving him insane from the moment he woke up, surrounded by heaps of twisted and mangled space debris. Impact crates sat all around him, filled in and covered with the – barely recognisable – remains of old battleships. With some smug satisfaction, he’d spotted what was left of countless Vindicator insignias. They were marked on their dented hulls and scattered supply crates, their paint scraped away over time. The beeping had been increasing steadily, as Etho traipsed across the sand-swept wreckage, reverberating around his head in a way that made him worried that he’d suddenly developed a strange form of tinnitus… not that he hadn’t already been developing it for years thanks to his constant exposure to loud machinery. But now – as he approaches the rusting wreckage of a massive spaceship that rests, standing like a beacon, nestled atop a mound of its mangled brethren, its form surprisingly intact save for the side of its hull, the once sturdy metal gored open – the silence is deafening. After having grown accustomed to the constant beeps, the absence of noise is almost overwhelming.

Etho hoists himself up and over the mangled opening in the ship, grateful that his gloves prove to be enough protection against the likely scalding metal. He breathes a sigh of relief as his heavy boots thud onto the dusty metal flooring inside the wreckage. The cooler air hitting him immediately. The insulated walls and dim metal halls of the ship create a welcome reprieve after the blazing heat of the desert outside. Etho is not dressed for this sun, since the dark fabric and fluffy interior of his jacket are more suitable for the chill of space. Maybe if he’d known that he’d find himself waking up in a strange desert, he’d have actually dressed for the occasion. He pulls his hood down, shaking the sand from his clothes, finally protected from the wind as it peppers the landscape outside with sand.

Etho stretches, his long limbs cracking. With a sigh, he looks around the room he climbed into. It looks like some kind of barrack. Uncomfortable uniform beds line the walls and old, musty bedding lays strewn about the room. He grimaces. Those blankets look scratchy as hell. Despite his initial disgust, Etho would probably be tempted to pick one of the beds and not get up for days if they weren’t also covered in sand that had blown in through the fissures in the ship's wall caused by its crash landing, years ago. He assumes it was years ago, at least, considering the rust and the sand that has made itself home in every possible corner.

He walks out into the corridor, brightened by long strips of broken lights stretching down the hall in either direction. Tangled and fraying wiring hangs down from the ceiling, the panelling that was meant to hide them likely thrown and forgotten somewhere during the ship's rough descent. A ship like this should have plenty of rooms that could prove far more useful than a dusty dorm room. If he’s lucky it may even have a stocked storage room. The ship's crew certainly wouldn’t have run out of rations before their unexpected demise.

Etho turns right, padding down the hallway, periodically peering through the occasional unlocked door as he passes by, each one leading into increasingly dark and dingy rooms.The corridor leads him deeper into the belly of the ship, further away from the blazing sun’s reach. The interiors sit dusty, undisturbed and utterly useless. Not a single one appears to contain anything of use to Etho unless he wants to try and sleep on some of the sandiest beds he’s ever seen. He just woke up not even an hour ago, sleeping right now might be a bit overkill… and not all that useful. He needs supplies, food, anything. A weapon of some sort would be nice too, he doesn’t trust this dump to be as empty and dead as it looks on the surface. A planet with breathable air like this would surely have some inhabitants, no matter how harsh the living conditions. Hell, a blaze would probably thrive in this heat. Their dense fur and high body temperature would protect them from the worst the desert has to offer.

The thumps of heavy boots against the grated metal echo down the corridor. Etho’s careful steps do little to lessen the noise as the rusted hull groans in response to his presence. His tail drags behind him, through the sand and dust that litters the hall, pale white scales and grey-tinged fur drawing lines on the ground as he roams the winding halls.

He comes up to a split in the path… or well, it’s not much of a split. The corridor that should veer off to the right comes to a quick end, its flooring having collapsed in on itself, broken pipes and tangled wires hanging down from the ceiling. The floor is caved in on itself, twisted metal sloping down into the pitch-black pit that is the lower floors. Etho cringes at the creaking sound of metal that echos out of the hole. He doesn’t want to think about the strain the weight of the crashed vessel is causing on its fractured hull. The last thing he wants is to be trapped in this hunk of junk if its supports give way.

Deciding he’d rather not risk catching himself on the jagged metal… or falling void-knows how far down the dark pit. Etho, instead, turns left and ventures down the more intact corridor. At least there’s far less sand this way. Although Etho suspects the damage has already been done, he’ll be finding those persistent grains for months. Years, even. The lights above flicker sporadically – or at least the few that managed to survive the years in one piece – combating the increasing darkness with their cold, dim fluorescence.

Etho pauses, reaching up to flick one of the long bulbs as it fades out, causing it to sputter back to life for just a moment before dying out once again. Etho realises with a start that the ship must still have a functioning power source somewhere, Etho realises. It might not have much life left in it if these half-dead lights are anything to go off, but it’s better than nothing. This ship might still have some useful parts lying around. Etho could try fashioning… something from the scraps. Something that could help him get off this dead planet, or at least send some kind of distress signal, with the hopes that someone, anyone is close enough to hear it.

He’ll take anything that might prove useful while he figures out where he is. It’s better than his current lack of possessions. He’d had nothing on him when he woke up, which, concerningly, was not how he’d been before. Etho never left home without at least a knife or two, preferably a gun too. He’s not stupid. The last thing he wants is to be cornered by some Vindicator grunt without any means of defending himself. He’d never hear the end of it.

But, for now, it’ll probably just be nice to have shelter with some shoddy lights. While sleeping under the stars doesn’t sound too unpleasant, sleeping on trash in a sandstorm definitely does.

Etho picks up his pace. He can at least assess the damage to the ship's redstone if he can find the engine room. Until he knows what supplies he’s working with he can’t properly plan his next move. The thought makes him shudder. Being stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no clue where he is, no memory of how he got here, and no plan sounds like, quite possibly, the worst combination. Hell, graveyard planets aren’t typically in inhabited solar systems…if he’s really that far from civilisation, he’s fucked. The sooner he can figure out a plan of action the better.

Rounding a corner, the corridor quickly comes to an end. Standing in front of him is exactly what he had been hoping for. Another doorway the door itself, thankfully, resting mostly open. Albeit disconnected from the track that would usually enable its closure. Beyond its frame, flickering lights illuminate a room lined with control panels and overturned chairs. Lights pulse faintly behind dusty buttons and screens and wires stretch across the floor, twisting over and tangling with one another. He’s found the cockpit.

Etho grins behind his mask, the slight crinkle of his eyes the only sliver of emotion displayed for the lonely wreck. He cracks his knuckles before making his way over to the closest control panel.

He pauses for a moment, eyes narrowed in thought and hands hovering over the rusted controls. He never actually checked if he’s truly alone in this place. Glancing around the room again shows no more signs of life than his first inspection. He hadn’t noticed footprints at any point in his journey so far. Void knows there’s enough sand everywhere for them to show up. He’s well and truly alone.

Giving in to curiosity, he cracks open the console, prying off the loose screen, exposing the guts of the ship inside. Looking through the rusty parts, he investigates the state they’re in, hoping that any of the individual parts can prove useful. Who knows, maybe he can get the engine up and running and get out of here… it doesn’t look like it though. Holding up a particularly rusted part, Etho scowls, tossing it onto the metal flooring behind him with a loud clang. He continues to rummage through the mechanisms of the ship, anything unusable – which proves to be most of it – getting tossed, carelessly to the side with a loud clunk.

“...Oh, what the heck?”

Etho jolts at the voice behind him. Dropping the rusted redstone comparator he had been holding, in surprise. Spinning on his heels, Etho’s eyes land on a figure standing in the doorway, their face scrunched up in a frustrated scowl. They look like some sort of glare-blaze hybrid, judging by the green feathers scattering the right side of their face and the brown markings that tint their brow and the tips of their ears. The tips of their fingers are coated in that same brown, the point where the markings merge back into their paler skin tone hidden behind a pair of padded fingerless gloves. Etho notes, however, the figure's distinct lack of a tail, his own flicking to the side subconsciously. They’re dressed in a cuffed t-shirt and baggy, padded trousers. A singular grey knee pad is strapped to their right leg, though how much that would help them if they fell onto their other knee Etho is not sure. Their deep, dark eyes lock onto Etho. Huge, pure-black pupils boaring into him.

“Uhhh-” Etho stares, dumbstruck at his unexpected visitor. He'd been so sure that he was alone here. The metal dunes outside had betrayed no signs of life. All the ships look like they’d crashed into the planet, their hulls cracked and bent from the impact. It’s unlikely that any of their passengers survived.

“Who the hell are you?” The glare furrows his brow further, pointing an accusatory finger towards Etho. “What are you doing to my ship?”

“...Your ship?”

The stranger scoffs, seemingly offended at the insinuation that this mangled spaceship isn’t clearly his. “Yes, my ship! I found it first!”

Etho rolls his eyes at the childish nature of the argument, there’s no way of knowing who had actually seen it first. It's not exactly hard to spot. The massive ship stands like a beacon atop the mounds of twisted metal, it could probably be seen for miles across the ship graveyard.

“I saw it the second I woke up here,” Etho counters, throwing out a bit more information than he’d usually feel comfortable with, testing the glare's response. They don’t react.

Their brows remain just as furrowed, eyes just as piercing. A couple of seconds pass before their mouth contorts into an annoyed snarl. A small scar cuts across their lip, a gap in their teeth replacing the fang that should rest just behind it… Huh.

Etho runs a hand down his mask. He hadn’t realised that the stranger isn’t wearing one, nor a helmet. The air here must be safe to breathe. He decides against removing it for now, though. Maybe they just hadn’t dropped dead yet.

“Yeah, me too! You’re not special!” The other replies, crossing his arms. Etho frowns, the two sides of his split jaw grinding together slightly, behind his mask, in thought. So they had woken up here too, he concludes. They’re probably just as in the dark as he is, lashing out due to the fear of being lost on some graveyard planet with no idea how they got here… Or maybe they’re just like this.

“...I’m the one in the cockpit though.”

“You’re tearing the cockpit apart!” The stranger complains, striding over to a broken comparator, one of the many engine components Etho had scattered across the cockpit floor. They pick it up and twirl it in their hand, glowering at the state of it. Rust rubbing off the metal, staining their fingertips a ruddy orange.

Their dark eyes turn back to Etho, scrutinising him with their gaze. A mischievous glint crosses their face. They give the engine piece one last spin in their hand, before tossing it right at Etho. Hitting him square in the shoulder, the rusted metal cracking as it clatters back onto the ground by Etho's feet. “Ow- Thanks…” he murmurs

“It’s not gonna fly anyway,” he adds, brushing away a spot of rust from where the metal had bounced off his padded jacket.

“I can make it work!”

“Can you?” Etho raises a brow, he’s sceptical anyone would be able to fix a ship in this much disrepair, especially not this guy. They look like they’re more likely to blow up a ship than they are to fix one. The only thing this wreck is good for is shelter and spare parts.

“YES!” the stranger argues, their face contorted into an offended scoff. “GET OUT! FIND YOUR OWN SHIP!”

Etho stands up from where he knelt, hunched over the control panel. He wipes his hands on his trousers, leaving a smear of oil and rust behind on the green fabric. "…Fine, ‘s nothin’ useful here anyway. It’s a rusty mess.”

That only seems to rile the glare up further. Their green feathers bristle, standing on end, and a slight puff of smoke spills from their mouth as they huff angrily.

“IT’S NOT A RUSTY MESS! IT’S MY SHIP!”

Etho, paying their outburst no mind, strides over to where the glare still stands, blocking the doorway with their broad frame. Etho tilts his head, as he looks them up and down, sizing up the shorter, angrier man. They just glare back up at him in response. He snorts.

“Mhm, sure,” Etho finally responds, a sarcastic drawl to his voice. He pushes past them, knocking the stranger out of the way with his shoulder. They stumble to the side, letting out an offended squawk as Etho heads back down the dark corridor of the ship. He smirks at their reaction. Void that guy is full of themself.

If they want this ship so bad they can have it, it's not worth fighting over.

Maybe if he’s quick, Etho can find another, mostly, intact ship to seek shelter in before the sun sets. Preferably one where he won’t have to share with some obnoxious blaze-glare hybrid.

The gash in the ship wall he had climbed through proves easy to find again, thanks to the way it tears through room after room. He picks a door and makes his way through what looks like the remains of a small botany nursery. The plants that had once grown here would’ve helped to generate for the ship's crew back when it was still being maintained, but now it sits in disrepair. Its foliage withered and dry from neglect, the glass of their terrariums shattered and scattered across the ground. The only sign of life this room has to offer now comes in the form of a tiny, sandy rat, no bigger than Etho’s palm, sitting in a dusty plant pot. Though, it seems mostly unbothered by the enderian's sudden appearance, the shrivelled stick of a plant that it's digging its teeth into is clearly more important. Beady eyes follow as he picks his way through the overturned interior, careful to avoid the sharp shards of glass, even if it’s unlikely it would be able to puncture his boot's thick soles.

He doesn’t even need to climb over the jagged metal this time, the whole exterior wall is ripped out from top to bottom. The gnarled, torn edges of the floor and remaining walls the only evidence such a wall ever existed in the first place. Instead, he lowers himself and jumps down, landing with a clatter on the scrap metal ground outside.

The sun still beats down on the metal mounds surrounding him, the old wrecks sizzling from the heat. The topography shifts and ripples behind the torrid air. Etho blinks and holds his hand up to shelter his eyes as the metallic landscape reflects the bright light at him from every direction. He had not missed this, the ship had been stuffy, but it was at least sheltered from the worst of the heat. Etho had better find another shelter soon, he decides. Especially as the sun has now dipped far lower in the sky than it was before. He’d rather not be wandering the wasteland at night, at least not until he can assess how safe this planet really is.

Etho readjusts his mask – breathing in dust cloud after dust cloud probably won’t be great for his lungs – before beginning his descent down the mound. His pace is slow and careful as the scrap below his feet shifts and dislodges from its capricious position. Each step sends small waves of metal debris scattering down the hill ahead of him. It’s not the quietest of descents, but Etho can’t bring it in himself to care. Not when he’s already met and fallen out with, who is likely, the only person for miles.

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

The whistle of wind rushing through the trash peaks almost disguises a building ringing in his ears, the constant note mostly fading out into the background when he pays it no heed. Shaking his head, Etho groans. He almost misses the beeping.

He really should look into what had caused that… as soon as he finds himself somewhere safe to settle for the night. It’s far too risky to stay out in the open with the sun rapidly sinking in the sky. Not while he doesn’t know what kinds of wildlife might call this place home, and going back to the security of that ship is clearly a no-go.

The hairs on the back of his on the back of his neck stand up as a staticky sensation dances across his skin. Etho furrows his brow. That’s just another reason to find shelter. The last thing he wants is to get caught out in a thunderstorm. But, as he glances at the vast, cloudless sky, it holds no sign of a coming storm

Etho reaches the bottom of the metal mound, luckily only almost losing his footing once or twice. The moment his boot meets the sandy ground the ringing solidifies into something real, something vicious and sharp. He stumbles. It feels like hands are reaching into the deepest parts of his soul and wrapping their hands around his heart.

With another step electricity surges through his body. Etho buckles over, every nerve set alight in white-hot pain. A hook is driven through his heart. Etho bites his tongue. The hands pull.

His vision turns white.

Then red.

Etho keels over. His mind struggles for coherency as he clutches his chest.

He rips his mask off, struggling for breath as a haze settles over the world. Thick and suffocating. Shrouding the landscape around him until all he can see is his own shaking hands and the shipwreck, looming above him, mockingly.

A desperate resolve washes over him.

He needs to get back. It hurts to breathe and he needs to get back.

The ship is safe. It’s walls and shelter and shade and it’s safe. And there is absolutely room for two. Despite that glare’s adamant claims.

They don't need all that space.

Etho found it too.

They can share.

It’s massive.

He can easily stay there without even running into them once.

And it hurts.

And it hurts.

And he can't think.

And the world is spinning.

And he's clambering back over the gnarled ship wall. His clothes snagging on the jagged edge. The thud of his knees, connecting hard with the floor, echoing through his bones.

Relief washes over him. The strain on his heart easing slowly as he staggers back into the welcoming shade. With a huff, he slumps down in the ship's corridor as colours aside from the ruddy hue bleed back into the world.

Etho’s not sure how long he sits there, on the hard floor of the ship corridor, gathering his breath. The cool metal of the ship wall presses against his back, grounding him as his head slowly stops spinning.

But he’s not alone as he gathers his thoughts. Movement catches his eye as, across the hall, that small rat scurries into view, its dried-up twig abandoned. Beady eyes meet his own, unblinking as Etho stills, not wanting to scare the critter away. It’s nice to have some company that won’t attack him for daring to breathe the same air… hopefully.

Its pale, sandy fur stands out in stark contrast against the dark, grey colouration of the ship. He’s caught similar vermin hiding in the dark corners of his own ship before, but they had looked different. Their ears had been shorter and stubbier, their fur dull and grey to match their surroundings. Etho’s not exactly an expert on alien fauna, but if this planet is as uninhabited as it looks then the small rodent might actually be undiscovered. He watches as it slowly relaxes and begins to clean its long whiskers with its paws. It’s kind of cute. Maybe if he captures it and makes it off this forsaken planet he’ll be able to name the species. He’ll probably name it something scary. Like taxes.

Not that aiding scientific exploration should be his priority right now. He’s more likely to cook up and eat the rodent if he actually catches it. Food will probably be scarce in this desert junkyard, and Etho is awfully fond of not starving to death… besides, he’s probably eaten worse.

“You coulda leant a hand y’know.” Great, now he’s talking to a weird rat.

He drops his head back against the wall, inhaling sharply as the impact sends a jolt of pain reverberating around his, already aching, skull. Closing his eyes, he digs the palms of his hands into them. Today is going great so far. At least the beeping still hasn’t come back, hopefully, it’s gone for good now. Etho doesn’t want to imagine trying to think with both the beeping and fuzzy disorientation from whatever the hell that was, overwhelming his brain.

The only sound is the wind outside as it whistles through the cracks marring the ship's hull. It blows roughly through the rooms that are unlucky enough to share that exterior wall, creating a dull, rhythmic thrum, slowly getting louder as it echoes through the halls and – oh, that’s footsteps, Etho realises. Great.

The glare rounds the corner, dark eyes immediately landing on Etho. A scowl crosses their face. They’re clearly just as pleased to see Etho as he is to see them. Taxes scampers off, diving through a grate in the wall, at the sight of the other figure. Etho’s never wished he could follow a rodent quite as much as he does now.

“I thought you were leaving.” They plant their hands on their hips, eyes narrowing as they scowl down at Etho.

“Mm, I tried. Didn’t go so well.” Etho frowns, tearing his eyes away from the hole the rodent had vanished into.

He takes in the glare’s appearance. They look scruffier than before. Their hair is unkempt – well, more unkempt – it falls over their face in messy strands, green and brown mixing together in a muddy tangle. The green feathers scattered across their face are puffed up and dishevelled and their breathing is heavy. What had they been doing after Etho left?

“Huh? What do you mean you ‘tried’?” They ask, making quotation marks with their fingers to emphasise their point. An incredulous tone laces their voice. “Just walk away and find your own ship. It’s not hard!”

Just to complete their point, the glare strides forward in a mock impersonation of Etho’s own pace, coming to a stop in front of the enderian. They scowl down at him, not even trying to hide their distaste. If anything they’re exaggerating it. They place their hands on their hips in, what looks to be, an authoritative manner.

Etho rolls his eyes. It’s nice to know he’s stuck in this place with someone mature. “You try if you think it’s so easy.”

A childish part of Etho, that he’s not so proud of, hopes that the same thing will happen to the glare if they leave the ship. But then again, if that… sensation was indeed a product of trying to leave the wreck, instead of just a freak incident, that might mean he’s stuck with this guy. A thought that fills Etho with dread… It would be worth it to get back at them for taunting him, though.

“To… walk out the door?” They narrow their eyes, trying to figure out just what Etho’s playing at. Ethos face betrays no ulterior motives, though. Even with his mask discarded on the ground, his expressions exposed.

Etho nods. “Mhm. Bet you can’t do it.”

“Bet I can!”

That was easy… they’re way too eager to be right.

Etho pauses to think. If the beeping stopped when he reached this ship then this is clearly where it had been leading him. Etho wouldn’t be surprised if someone had put a chip of some sort in him before abandoning him in this wasteland… it wouldn’t actually be the first time. That could explain the beeping. It might even be the reason for what he just felt too. If that is the case, the glare is probably here for the same reason. Etho’s willing to bet they’ll feel the exact same thing. He’s also willing to bet that they wouldn’t believe him if he tried to tell them.

“How about this? You get the ship to yourself if you can get, mmm, 10 yards from it- the bottom of the mound. If you can’t,” He looks the glare directly in the eye, the inky voids returning an increasingly confused stare. ”It’s mine to scavenge for parts.”

They narrow their eyes, trying to parse Ethos logic. That’s not exactly a hard ask. “You’ll… leave me and this ship alone if I… walk… down a hill.”

“Mhm,” he nods.

The glare pauses. The last thing they want is their ‘beautiful’ ship torn to pieces for parts. What’s the point in finding shelter if you don’t pick the grandest option there is, damn it. This wager is objectively the stupidest thing they’ve ever heard, there’s no feasible way to actually lose it. They smirk.

“Your loss. Easiest bet I’ve ever made! Watch and learn!”

The glare turns on his heels, marching out of the hall with purpose. The sound of their footsteps echoing, loudly down the halls of the ship.

Etho relaxes slightly as the glare disappears from view. He leans back against the wall, mind still buzzing. The cool metal grounding him in place.

He waits. Anticipation slowly building.

The faint sound of metal sliding and clattering from the glare’s heavy steps meets his ears. Etho chuckles. They’re clearly not the stealthy type.

Etho’s amusement quickly dies down as a familiar tightness settles in his chest. He grimaces and steadies himself as he braces for round two as the ringing takes hold and the world falls to red.

He really hopes this isn’t going to be a recurring condition.

A distant yelp echos through the ship – shrill and startled – as the glare concedes their bet.

Etho breathes in a sharp breath as his heart tugs on its bindings. Vindication bleeding into his mind, through the gaps of his thoughts and pain.

He should leave the ship. Meet the glare on their ascent back up the shrapnel hill.

They might need help.

No.

They’ll come to him.

Etho waits. His mind slowly returning to its usual state.

He hears them before he sees them, their angry grumbles and stomps telling Etho all he needs to know about how they’re feeling.

They storm back into the corridor. Stumbling slightly as they steady themselves with a hand on the wall.

Wild eyes lock onto Etho. A fire burns deep inside, shining brightly through their pupils like a feral animal reflecting light in the night.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

Their face contorts in a furious expression, as even more smoke billows out of their mouth than earlier. Etho wonders how much he can get them to do that.

“Told you.” A smug expression crosses Etho’s face.

“TOLD M- WHA- HUH- WHAT THE HECK?” The glare splutters, more smoke spills out of their mouth with each rapid breath.

“Just walk away, it's not hard,” Etho taunts, doing a poor imitation of the other, smirking as their face scrunches up in annoyance.

“...I’m gonna kill you,” they spit, marching up to Etho, their fists balled stiffly at their sides,

“You can tr- ohHH ACK HEY!”

#stareater au #life series au #ethoslab #joel smallishbeans #boat boys #trafficblr #cw pain

[piived]

𝐃𝐏𝐱𝐃𝐂 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞/𝐖𝐈𝐏 — ‘𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬’

(barely post I-Like-You confession so still very early stage of their relationship — Danny just found out about Jason’s secret identity-and subsequently all of the other Bat identities, Jason knows that Danny died and came back but not that he’s half ghost, so Danny decides it’s time to take the leap)

part 2

Danny stepped onto the ledge and closed his eyes, grinning into the crisp wind. The air wasn’t necessarily fresh, it was still Gotham after all, but being this high up was always invigorating and refreshing nonetheless.

The wind whipped at his jacket and clothes and he laughed, holding out his arms and letting the breeze pass over him. He heard Jason take a step closer to him and spun himself around to face the maskless vigilante who was tense and looked ready to grab hold of Danny at a moment’s notice, but his eyes were soft as he took in Danny’s grin.

“Not scared of heights, I take it?” Jason cocked an amused brow. Danny laughed and shook his head.

“Nah, you die once and things like heights don’t really have the same effect. Now, put me on a boat in the ocean and we’d be having some very strong words.”

Jason scoffed and stepped closer, a smile playing at the edges of his mouth. Danny wanted to kiss him. Badly.

“Says the guy who wants to go to literal space, which many argue is much scarier,” Jason teased. It was Danny’s turn to scoff and he accompanied it with a truly impressive eye roll.

“Anyone who says space is scarier than the ocean is delusional. Space is huge and it could take a lifetime to find a hostile being unless you’re some sort of meta or have like a Bat-Spaceship — wait, does he have a Bat-Spaceship? Because that would totally rock,” Danny didn’t wait for an answer and Jason just grinned as he listened to his guy talk a million miles per hour, “The ocean is quite literally filled with things that both want to eat you and could eat you in a heartbeat,” Danny vented, “and besides, space is just objectively cooler and more interesting, like everyone can see stars and the moon and the sun no matter where on earth you are, but not everyone has access to even see the ocean!”

Jason finally bridged the gap and slung his arms around Danny’s waist, leaning forward to laugh into his shoulder. Danny pulled him closer, arms around Jason’s shoulders and laughed with him. They stayed like that for a long moment after the laughter died out and Danny got a sudden idea.

“Hey, Jayce?”

“Yeah?” Jason didn’t lift his head and just slightly tightened his arms.

“Since I now know about your secret identity and all I think it’s only fair I tell you my last secret too,” that got Jason’s attention and he pulled back to frown at Danny.

“What secret could you possibly have? Tim was very thorough in his ‘investigative’ stalking, you know,” Danny laughed and shrugged, pulling further from Jason’s embrace.

“Yeah, Tim’s very good at what he does. Scarily good, really,” Danny shuddered at the thought of exactly how thorough Tim was, “but,” he dragged out the word, “he didn’t catch everything.”

He leaned further back and Jason’s hands instinctively clutched onto his hips to keep him stable on the ledge. He looked a bit apprehensive now as he stared at Danny. “Okay, mystery boy. What is it?”

Danny smirked, “It’s easier if I show you. Trust me?”

Jason nodded without hesitation, “Of course I do.”

Danny nodded and before he could chicken out, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jason’s, making the poor man freeze in shock which was exactly what Danny needed to fall out of his grip, smiling wide and winking at Jason’s slack expression before pushing himself off and over of the ledge.

#oop 👀 i love a dramatic danny #i’ll post a part 2 if there’s interest #i have a bit more written for it #dpxdc #dpxdc drabble #dead on main #dead on main drabble #vee’s dpxdc writing #vee’s dpxdc drabbles #vee’s writing #vee’s drabbles #vee’s wips #vee’s dpxdc wips

[catnek-reblogs]

Red Robin: . . . The Court of Owls has a spaceship?

Danny: Who even are the Court of Owls? Why are they owls? Why aren't they, I don't know, pigeons or something?

Red Robin:

Red Robin: You know, I'm not actually sure. But why on earth would they be pigeons? Why not something cooler, like vultures?

Danny *violently flashbacks to the time he was attacked by ghost vultures that were paid by Vlad*:

Danny: *has a panic attack*

Red Robin: I fucked up.

Red Robin: *calms Danny down*

Red Robin: You know, I'm starting to wonder if you're actually a Talon. You seem too human to be acting.

Danny: What do you mean, I'm a Talon? Wait, do you still think a henchman for one of your rogues? I thought you believed me when I told you I was a ghost?

Red Robin: Well, I did, but then the Bat told me about Talon activity rising again, so I thought you lied to me.

Danny: This is why I don't like humans. You're all too complicated. Ghosts are simpler. We don't lie to each other at all, because there's no point, and if we don't like each other, we say it to the other ghost's face.

Red Robin: You ghosts are the antithesis of my family. We don't tell each other anything, even when we should.

Danny: . . . Your family are the Bats, I assume?

Red Robin: Yes.

Danny: They have no clue you're here, do they?

Red Robin: No they do not.

Danny: And what would happen if I really was a Talon and killed you? Or kidnapped you and took you to my superiors?

Red Robin: To be honest, I never even thought of that.

Oracle: I did!

Red Robin: What the - Oracle? What the hell? Wait, have you been listening this whole time?

Oracle: Yep. And just so you know, you are in so much trouble with the Bats right now, I'm pretty sure Nightwing is already planning your funeral.

Nightwing *over the comms*: So what flowers do you think we should have?

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Me: *casually disappears for two weeks*

I swear I'm gonna write something relevant to the plot in the next update, guys.

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[vickysaurus]

I’m thinking of reading Gideon the Ninth, because you lot seem to be having fun with it. Here’s what I know about it based on tumblr osmosis:

Gideon the Ninth is the first book of the series, which is called The Locked Tomb. It is about lesbian necromancers in outer space.

Gideon the Ninth is the main character. She has some sort of cool skeleton look. I don’t know if it’s facepaint, a tattoo, or her actual bones showing through her skin (with the necromancy and all). However, other characters have the same thing going on, so I imagine it’s something necromancer-related and not just a personal choice.

She also wears dorky sunglasses. I think she thinks she’s a lot cooler than she is.

This is probably a spoiler, but her father is George Washington and her mother did 9/11. I think that’s a metaphor and not the literal case, but then again this series seems kind of bazonkers so maybe it is literally true.

One time, Gideon fit a huge Zweihänder into a suitcase, and it is not elaborated upon how she did this.

According to at least one of you there is ‘not enough fanart of Gideon’s tits’

Harrow or Harrowhark is another important character. She is bald and also has the skeleton thing going on. I get the impression she and Gideon have a rivals-to-lovers arc.

The first book is generally well beloved. I think it is about Gideon getting hired to raid a derelict spaceship of some sort. Maybe Harrow is there for the same reason and they have beef over it?

The second book is mostly written in second person and tries to gaslight you about the first book. It is considered a bit of a challenging read.

There is a new book called Nona the Ninth. I think it’s at least the third book in the series, but maybe there are more in between.

Everyone in this universe seems to have regnal numbers, but I don’t know why. I don’t think they are nobility. Maybe, given the necromancy, it is some sort of counter to keep track of how often they’ve come back from the dead. ‘The ninth’ seems to be particularly common though, which leads me to suspect it may in fact not be a numbering but a last name or clan name of some sort.

I have no clue about any of the actual plots, but apparently that’s pretty normal and people default to the ‘lesbian necromancers in space’ explanation because the plot is wild and impossible to summarise.

Whiny clownbabies have left some very silly one star reviews on it that are basically recommendations.

#gideon the ninth #the locked tomb

[elli3luvs]

falling in love at a coffee shop pt. 3 [ELLIE W]

summary: watching movies with your favorite barista was never easier

genre: fluff/angst

wc: 1.9k

a/n: thank you guys for loving this! i don't feel as if im too good at telling stories but im glad you guys enjoy it hehe sorry if i missed anyone on the tags as well!!!!

part two

Who even knew video stores were still a thing? You surely didn't think they were — you were almost certain they died out in the late 2000s with the rise of streaming services. Every store around town seemed to be shuttered up. But Ellie, being the cool girl she is, somehow knows of a still operating movie store. You have to admit, putting in a DVD somehow feels cooler than pulling it up on Netflix. There was something about the sound of the DVD player that made you a little giddy. The giddiness was totally not because of the girl standing in front of you.

Totally not.

She raises her eyebrows when the tray slides back into her DVD player, "Super cool, huh? Feels... retro." She lets out a shaky breath while rubbing the back of her neck. She makes her way over to the couch — plopping down, making your body slide closer to her. Her scent fluttered over your nose. She smelled woody and like coffee.

On brand.

You still couldn't believe you were sitting in Ellie's living room. The room smelled similar to her minus the coffee smell. The room wasn't necessarily tidy but it wasn't overly dirty. There wasn't trash everywhere but random trinkets were scattered over the surfaces. There were hoodies thrown over the backs of chairs and a couple of empty water bottles on her coffee table. Lived in is what you would describe it as. There were a couple of picture frames on a mantel above her TV but the room was too dark to make out the figures. 

"I haven't watched anything on DVD in like, I don't know, years." You let out a small laugh as the home screen pulls up. It was a movie you have never heard of, but it looked similar to Star Wars. Grand music filled the room before she turned the sound down a bit. 

Ellie nods at your words, "I love it," You turn your head to look at her. There was a giddy look in her eyes you have never seen before, "Going to the video store is, like, my number one hobby."

You laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement, "What about making coffee?" 

Ellie clicks the 'Play Movie' option and a bright light flashes over her face as the commercials play before the movie. You forgot movies used to have commercials even on the home versions. 

She rolls her eyes playfully at your question, "Making coffee is my job. Even though I love it, I definitely don't want to think of it once I'm out of there."

"I get that." 

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. It's hard not to stare at her through your peripheral. All you wanted to do was stare at her. You feel her legs pressed against yours, her legs spread a little more than yours. You take in a deep breath so you don't freak out at the contact. 

God, is this middle school? 

You shift your eyes slowly over to her figure, just wanting to take a tiny little peek. She was too pretty not to look at. It wasn't weird to look casually, right? When your eyes connect with hers, though, you rip them away while you blink rapidly. 

Shit, she was already looking? 

A pounding feeling against your chest makes it nearly impossible to focus on the now-playing movie. A spaceship rips through outer space as the main actor barks orders at his crew on the ship. Techno music plays in the background. You had no clue what was happening as a little vermin-looking creature started speaking in a made up language. 

Was she still looking? Surely she had to be focusing on the movie she chose. She looked so excited to start it. She definitely wasn't staring at you anymore.

You slowly move your eyes across the room and slightly turn your head to look at her. Your eyes connect with her green eyes once more but instead of looking away, you keep them there. You can feel your face flush under the intense gaze she has you under.

Ellie's eyes widen once she realizes you weren't going to look away. Another flash from the TV illuminates her features. You could tell that she was blushing. Neither of you looked away even as the tension built.

She was so cute.

"I can't," She starts, voice barely more than a whisper, "I can't focus on this."

You smile at her, "I definitely have no clue what is going on," Ellie smiles at your honesty, "Turn it off. We can just talk."

Ellie seems to like your suggestion as she reaches her hand out and presses the off button on the remote. She fully turns toward you. Your knees knock against each other with how close the proximity is.

Ellie rubs her hands together while a breathy laugh escapes her lips, "I guess I'll ask the question that's been burning me the most."

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, "What is this 21 questions?" Ellie joins your laughter at the realization of what she's doing, "Go ahead, I guess. I might have an answer for you."

"What's your major? And... why did you decide to come into my coffee shop that day?"

"Woah, these are... really hard-hitting questions." You sarcastically reply. Ellie pushes your shoulder lightly with a chuckle. She mutters, Shut up' before looking back at you with expectant eyes. There was a glint in her eyes.

You loved the way she looked at you.

"I'm a literature major, boring I know, and the reason I went in is that my friend dragged me there," Ellie acts fake offended at your response, "I actually hate coffee."

Ellie gawks at the last part, "You what?"

You throw up your hands in surrender, "Don't hate me. It is just so nasty to me."

"I feel as if you have just shot me. You always order something," Ellie's hand goes over her heart in a dramatic manner, "But if I'm being honest, I don't really like it either."

You shoot up from your position. Ellie may have been faking shock but this was true for you, "What do you mean? You own the coffee shop!"

Ellie copies your surrender motion, "I know. I know. The only reason I opened the shop, well became a barista in the first place, is because my dad really loves coffee," You can feel your heart melt at the kind words, "Gave us something to bond over."

"That's really cute, Ellie." You look at her with eyes gushing with love. You hoped she couldn't tell how infatuated you were becoming with her.

"I know, I'm adorable," She leans in closer as if she's about to reveal a huge secret to you, "You do realize we have other drinks than coffee, right?"

She laughs at the way your face pales and how your eyes widen, "Oh my god!"

Her laugh was perfect.

It was becoming impossible to ignore your feelings for much longer. Each moment was another reason to fall for her. She was extremely sentimental and super observant, remembering the tiny details. Ellie was the first to notice if you parted your hair a different way or did a new thing with your makeup. It made your heart soar with happiness when she remembered another tiny detail from you.

Throughout the rest of the night, you guys talked about random things on that stupid couch situated against the wall. You talked about her love of space and how she wishes she could see the stars up close at least once. You talked about your worries and fears, things you wanted to do when you grew up, and the things that make you happiest.

You got closer to her with each passing second, knocking knees turned into your legs thrown over hers. That turned into you scooting closer (almost sitting on her lap) and your head leaning against her shoulder.

You weren't sure when you fell asleep. All you knew was it was the most comfortable you felt in a while.

--

Burning light was what woke you up. It definitely wasn't how you wanted to wake up, much preferring the smell of food cooking. Damn those stupid curtains for being pulled back. You furrow your eyebrows at the blinding light, not yet used to the morning sun. Your hand shoots out to feel around where you were. Still on the couch but no Ellie. You blink the bleariness away from your eyes while wondering where Ellie went.

There's slight muttering coming from the kitchen, it's hushed but urgent. There she is but you can't make out what or who she is talking to. You sit up from your laying position, back aching from sleeping on the tiny couch. Your ears strain to hear the conversation.

"Wasn't really expecting... come home... random girl!" That definitely wasn't Ellie's voice. It was too high-pitched and sweet.

"...Quiet... still sleeping... been broken up... had no right." There was the voice you came to know. 

Curiosity filled your mind at the quiet talking in the kitchen. She never mentioned a roommate while talking to you last night. You fully push yourself off of the couch and creep your way to the area they were in. Ellie's back was turned from you so you got a glimpse of who she was talking to.

It was a shorter girl with black hair with an angry expression painted on her features. Her eyes landed on you and she scoffed. 

Oh shit. She was furious.

"Great," Her voice cut the tense silence, "Now she's walking around as if this is her house."

Ellie whipped around with a look that made your heart stutter. It looked as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

She gave you an apologetic look, "Cat, can you for once..." She cut herself off, reaching out to you, "Hey, listen-"

You decided to cut her off this time while stepping back, "You never told me you had a girlfriend. This changes a lot, Ellie." 

Cat scoffs again at your words. Her arms cross over her chest as she mutters, 'Good god, Ellie.' Ellie gives her a pointed look before turning back to you.

"I can fully explain this." Ellie's words are punctuated by the movement of her hands. They were shaking slightly. 

'She's just stunned that she was caught,' an evil voice in your head bounced around.

You shake your head, "No need to." You turn on your heels ready to get the hell out of the tense situation. Ellie calls your name but once you are out the front door she doesn't make any moves to run after you.

"Great," You roll your eyes trying to ignore the feeling of your heart shattering, "This is fucking great."

You couldn't wait to talk to Dina.

tags: @ellieismami, @minillie, @dankpunks, @elliesgff, @muthafuckingstargirl, @deafelliewilliams, @pinkazelma, @fairybr3ad, @me-and-your-husband, @intrnetdoll, @kyleeservopoulos

#ellie williams scenario #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

i rewatched s7e3 and the weird sort of straight washing that happened with unity was worse than i realized in my first 1 and a half viewings. so im here to be a little bit more of a hater lol.

okay so like fuck this bitch in particular

now, i understand that unity has appeared in the comics which i haven't read so it's possible there's some lore there that idk about, but here's the deal as i understand it and why this specific alien acting like the face of unity bugs me so much. this alien is part of a species that, as of the episode in season 2, was very recently assimilated by unity. so like im not sure why there's so much focus placed on her specifically. having her act as a representative of sorts made sense in the first episode, she was a president on the newly assimilated planet that rick and the kids were visiting. but like, that's it, right? it doesn't make sense to me why she would be any more important than any of the other, what? trillions of life forms unity has under its belt? like the only reason for her to be here at all is to be recognizable to the audience, which like, fine. i think it's a little dumb, but whatever. the problem isn't having her as a symbol (personally i think it'd be cooler to not have an entity like unity tied down to being primarily represented through one body but i digress), the problem is that she's treated like more than that in this episode.

this is a part i didn't notice until my rewatch that really irked me.

these are concurrent shots from the scene when rick shows up and starts spraying unity. we see it in virginia telling rick to take it easy through the body of this human, then we see it continuing the conversation from its spaceship in the body of the alien. i am like super not a fan of the implications of that. this alien is not supposed to be unity any more than any one of my cells is me, but here it's depicted as though whenever unity does something in any of its bodies, it's coming from this lady. and like, that'd be super lame even if it wasn't an obvious womanification of a nongendered entity.

now im no english major so i don't have an elegant transition to put here, but yes, it is time to talk about pronouns. yeah yeah, ik, trans person gets hung up on pronouns, bite me okay, it's relevant. i went back and watched the first unity episode to be sure id remembered correctly, and yes, in that episode nobody uses gendered pronouns for unity. morty says "they" which seems more to be referring to a number of bodies, and other than that, people mostly say "unity" or "it". as for the new episode i noticed rick using nongendered pronouns twice

but after that he goes with she/her for the rest of the episode

and yeah, i think that is pretty disappointing. i didn't catch that "it" until my rewatch, but the use of "them" did make me really happy but then everybody started she/hering it. the combination of all that emphasis being put on a female body and people calling unity she so much makes for an episode that manages to be significantly less queer than the one that came out in 2015. it feels weirdly cowardly after that "we're all a little gay" bit in the last episode and doesn't inspire much confidence in me regarding rick's relationships with nonwomen. like stuff can be gay if it's for a joke, but there's more money on the line now than back in season 2, so rick's ex lover needed straightening up.

idk. i still like the episode because im easy and focusing on rick's mental health and relationships always makes me happy, but man, i am certainly not happy with how they handled unity. they really did it dirty, watered it down to being pretty much just another alien lady.

(also to be clear, i am not trying to shit on the writers here. obviously idk exactly what went on, but im pretty comfortable placing the blame squarely on execs)

#rick and morty #rick and morty season 7 #rick and morty season 7 spoilers #rick & morty #rnm #r&m #air force wong #rick sanchez #unity #rick and morty unity #president curtis #dr. wong #adult swim #pansexual rick sanchez #pan rick sanchez #pansexual #pan #queer #nonbinary #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #my nonsense

[duhragonball]

Super Dragon Ball Heroes 33-36

I don’t think I’ve ever related to Goku more than I do right now.

We’re now in the “New Space-Time War” arc of Super Dragon Ball Heroes.  The previous arc saw Fu become the King of the Demon Realm and create his own universe, and nobody really stopped him, so I assume this arc will just keep following that plotline.  My main question is this:  What was the Old Space-Time War?  Or does “New Space-Time” refer to the new universe Fu created?

This arc is only eight episodes, and I’m only four episode in and it’s a complete trainwreck.  Every few seconds someone else shows up and it’s either a mystery man in disguise, or a surprise cameo, or some other damn thing that doesn’t make any sense.  We open with this dude looking out over the uninhabited Earth in the New Universe, but he doesn’t actually do anything.

Not far away, Goku is being chased through the empty West City by two spaceships. As he runs, he gets a message from Tokitoki City, where Trunks explains to him that Goku is currently inside the new universe Fu created, but it’s just a bad copy of Universe 7, which is why it has the same Earth and the same West City, but no people.

And somehow, the new universe and U7 are connected somehow.  When Goku’s pursuers shoot at a nearby building, the same building in the real West City experiences the same damage. 

As Trunks mulls this over, Xeno Pan tends to Xeno Goten and Xeno Gohan.  So these four characters must have escaped the Universe Tree somehow.  Since Goku was fused with Vegeta before he arrived in the new universe, it stands to reason that Vegeta is also in the new universe.  That just leaves Xeno Goku and Xeno Vegeta unaccounted for.

This is dumb as hell.  These two haven’t done jack shit in this whole series, so I don’t know why we’re wasting screen-time on them.

It turns out Cooler and Frieza were in those ships that were chasing Goku.  When Goku flees the city to find a place to regroup, they ditch the ships and chase after him with their own power.  But then some mysterious force stops them in their tracks and it’s...

... Hearts, who died in Episode 19.  He explains that he was freed from Hell by Demigra, although he doesn’t seem to know who Demigra is.  Hearts wants to team up with Goku to oppose Fu, since Hearts disapproves of the way Fu has been using the Universe Seed.  Goku isn’t convinced, but he doesn’t have much choice, since Frieza and Cooler are still after him. 

Goku manages to overwhelm Golden Frieza with Ultra Instinct, while Hearts seems to fight evenly with Golden Metal Cooler.  I was going to point out that Hearts used to be a lot stronger than this, but he was using the Universe Seed to amplify his powers, so I guess it makes sense for him to be weaker now.

Then someone throws red Dragon Balls at Frieza and Cooler, and they get turned into rampaging maniacs.  When Demigra released Hearts, he told him about this.  They’re called “Dark Dragon Balls” and they can be used to turn warriors into berserkers.  But before Goku and Hearts can deal with that...

... Broly shows up and attacks everyone, because of course he does.   

This doesn’t bother the guy who threw the Dark Dragon Balls, though, since he only seems to want the fight to continue.  If Broly wants to jump in uninvited, that’s fine with him. 

Then the other mystery man that we saw before shows up and removes the Dark Dragon Balls from Frieza and Cooler, then he challenges Broly, and leads him away from Goku and Hearts.  Goku asks Hearts who that guy is, and Hearts says that he tried to read his mind, but he couldn’t.

The Crimson Masked Saiyan withdraws as well, and Hearts gives Goku a senzu bean.  He found it on this Earth, but since it restores Goku’s strength and stamina, he concludes that the copies of objects work the same way they do in the real world.  So Hearts believes that the Dragon Balls of this Earth will work as well.  He already has one of them, and Goku knows how to find the rest.

He finds the Dragon Radar in the Capsule Corp. building, but when he turns it on, he gets a reading from a second Dragon Ball directly overhead.  I guess this is a different planet, but up here we find the Crimson Masked Saiyan forcing Vegeta, Cumber, and Turles to fight each other.

Vegeta’s been getting his ass kicked, because Cumber was always a handful, and Turles has eaten so much Tree of Might fruit that he’s got Radditz hair now. 

Goku and Hearts show up to save Vegeta, and the Crimson Masked Saiyan turns Super Saiyan Pink, which immediately gives away that he’s just Goku Black.  Why the mask, then?

While the Gokus fight, Turles infuses Vegeta with evil power and tries to convince him to be evil.  I guess he and Cumber are in cahoots now?  I don’t understand this.

Vegeta struggles against this energy, and he has a flashback montage of various key moments like when he killed Nappa and massacred that Namekian villiage, and when he died to Frieza and watched Goku fight Kid Buu.   At last he goes into action, and Turles realises that Vegeta has somehow taken control of this “evil” power. 

He whoops Turles’ ass and explains that evil is not the true nature of the Saiyans.  Rather, the true nature of their people is to keep fighting, and to strive for greater strength.  Cumber sees Vegeta riding high and he wants to take him on...

So Vegeta whoops Cumber’s ass too.  Hell yeah!  It’s about time they gave Vegeta a hero moment in this series. 

Vegeta Galick Guns Cumber and his mask falls off.  Cumber salutes Vegeta for turning the evil aura into his own power without succumbing to its corruption, and then he passes out.  Fuck yeah!

Vegeta tells Turles to get stronger and challenge him again sometime if he’s got the stones.  I think that challenge is open to Cumber too, but he’s too busy sleeping off the last beating he took.

But Black has defeated Goku, and when Vegeta turns his attention to him, he learns Black’s backstory.  Of course, the Goku Black we know fused with the other Zamasu and their merged form was erased by Grand Zeno, then they somehow came back to life and got killed by Hearts.  This Goku Black is different.  He’s from some other timeline or dimension or whatever, and Fu found him before he could go on to be defeated and warned him of his fate. 

To avoid that impending defeat, this Goku Black traveled through different timelines, defeating one Goku after another.  The Goku he’s beaten just now is his 100th victory, and he declares that he now has achieved complete mastery of his body.

Vegeta tries to stop him, but his new power-up quits on him, and Black observes that he hasn’t fully mastered it yet.  But before Black can take advantage of this...

“Bitch, you thought--”

Yeah, Goku’s back in Ultra Instinct, and he just demolishes Black.  This web anime has a lot of flaws, but I’ll give it credit for doing what Dragon Ball Super was too cowardly to do.  SDBH actually lets good guys clobber the shit out of Zamasu and Black.  And it’s incredibly satisfying to watch, because one of the things that made the Zamasu Saga so shitty was that Goku and the others would attack and attack and Black and Zamasu would just no-sell all of it and keep smirking like assholes.  Not in Super Dragon Ball Heroes, though.  Jiren beats up Zamasu, Hearts kills Zamasu, and not Goku eats Black’s lunch with Ultra Instinct.

So Black withdraws, realizing that if this Goku can improve, then he must still have some work to do before he’s ready to carry on with his agenda.  But to dispense with the others, he fires a blast at the planet to destroy it... wait, is that the Vengeance Cannon?  Fuck you, Goku Black, that’s a Luffa move!  I’ll sue!  I’ll sue every Kai in Universe 10, you plagiarizing piece of shit!

Hearts picks up Cumber because he still wants to work with the guy, so all four them can escaper together, except Goku can’t teleport because there’s no ki signatures for him to lock on to.  Remember, this universe is uninhabited, so there’s almost no one around.  But then--!

Awwww yeah!

Awwwwwwwwwww yeeeeeeeeeeeeah!  It’s Cell, everybody!  This is automatically the best arc in the series!

Black tries to kill them before Cell can do anything, but Turles blindsides him first, and it looks like Black kills Turles, but while he’s busy doing that, Cell gets everyone out of there.

So back on... Earth, I guess?  The uninhabited Earth in this New Universe, I mean.  Cell explains that the same guy who freed Hearts from Hell also freed Cell.  I guess Demigra arranged all of this to get Goku some reinforcements for the battle against Fu.  All I know for certain about Demigra’s role in this is that he’s opposed to Mechikabura’s Dark Empire, and so he would be equally opposed to Towa’s plot to revive the Dark Empire with Fu as Mechikabura’s successor.  As to why he would turn to Cell for help, well... Demigra’s got excellent taste, what else can I say?

Look at how pissed these two idiots are.  “Tell us why you saved us, Cell!” When Hearts offered to team up with Goku, he was confused, but accepted his help.  When he recruited Frieza for the Tournament of Power, Goku was at least cordial with the guy.  But Cell?  Fuck all that.  They hate Cell, and they should.  Cell kicked both their asses, and he killed Goku and then he killed Vegeta’s son.  He’s not some guy you can work with like Frieza.  Cell’s a weapon, and all he does is pick targets to attack.  All he cares about is how much fun he’ll have in the process.   Goku and Vegeta see this guy and they know he can’t be trusted.

Goku’s like “You want to throw down, is that it?” and Cell doesn’t reject that possibility.  Oh, he’ll get to that, but first he needs to explain some stuff, I guess, but before he can do that...

... Well, I guess some other asshole shows up, but we don’t even get to see this one, so I guess we’ll have to wait until next time to find out what’s going on.  That’s okay, because Cell’s back, everyone.  

#dragon ball #super dragon ball heroes #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #vegeta #hearts #frieza #cooler #goku black #turles #cumber #cell #perfect cell #trunks #supreme kai of time

[toreii]

Lost in the Book with Stitch part 33

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out. Be kind and friendly, and feel free to support me by donating a ko-fi if you’d like. Link is in my description!

Uninhabited Island - Near Spaceship

Grim: “Oh, I see it! It’s Stitch’s spaceship.”

Grim: “Hmm. Now that the smoke has cleared and I’m seeing it again…it’s a mess. Can we really fix this?”

Grim: “Stitch is fixing the spaceship with a lot of energy…”

Yuu:

“That’s amazing.”

“He’s so smart.”

Grim: “Hmph. There’s only so much he can do. I can do it, too!”

Grim: “See this! Insert this doohickey part into this doohickey machine...”

Stitch: *Growls at Grim*

Grim: “I-I’m just kidding.”

Yuu:

“Don’t disturb him.”

Grim: “Hmph. I’m not interrupting him!”

“Stitch will be fine.”

Grim: “What? Are you telling me you don’t need my help?”

Grim: “If I were to get serious, I'd be even more amazing than that dog!”

Grim: “I’m stronger, smarter, and cooler…”

Grim: “Since I can use magic, I can even fly through the sky with Yuu on board! Isn't that nice?”

Grim: “And, I’m…CUTE AND FLUFFY!”

Grim: “Oh, is the ship fixed?”

Stitch: *Whimpers*

Grim: “I see. There is still not enough parts.”

*Rustle*

Grim: “Ack, Gantu’s robot!”

Yuu: *Nods*

Grim: “Nyahaha…they came to the right place.”

Grim: “THANK YOU FOR THE SPACESHIP PARTS!”

To be continued…

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #lost in the book with stitch #translations not 100% accurate

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

[fic: ynyd] Peter and Tony, how do you decide which movies you watch together? Any particular ones you really enjoyed seeing together?

Peter: Usually one of us will just throw out a suggestion and we'll go with that, but sometimes we'll take turns if, um, someone has been accidentally hogging all the suggestions--

Tony: I wonder who that could be. Maybe the person who also hogs the blankets.

Peter: I run cold!

Tony: Sure, sure, and it has nothing to do with liking when I drag you back over to be my personal heater. Anyway, I made him watch Die Hard and The Thing and he really liked them, even though the first one doesn't even have any spaceships--

Peter: They don't have to have spaceships, it's just cooler when they do. Rewatching Lord of the Rings together was also really fun! Tony likes them a lot more than I figured, since they're about magic and stuff.

Tony: Don't tell Strange.

#fic: ynyd #ynyd: peter #ynyd: tony #ursa interlude: #tony over-identifies with both boromir and faramir send tweet

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group C Round 1: #C3 vs #C6

#C3: Old man turns into robot superhero

An old man is diagnosed with cancer with 3 months to live. He sits in a park depressed until an alien spaceship passing through collides with him and a nearby teenager. The aliens frantically rebuild the old man and teenager as cyborgs before leaving. The old man uses his newfound cyborg powers for good, while the teenager uses them for evil.

#C6: Sports anime for people who prefer bildungsromans* to sports

Two childhood friends who play competitive after school ping pong find their friendship and dedication to the sport tested when their sense of their relative skill in the game is challenged. A character focused-exploration of why we pursue sports, and what we have to commit to succeed.

*a literary genre that focuses on the psychological and moral growth of the protagonist from childhood to adulthood, in which character change is important.

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#C3: Inuyashiki: Last Hero

Propaganda:

This show is nowadays remembered for referencing One Piece and its obvious CGI, but it’s so much more than that. Inuyashiki is a beautiful, dark, dramatic exploration of humanity, showcasing the brightest good that humans are capable of and the most horrific evil. It seriously explores both extremes, and it forces the audience to solemnly watch every step of the way.

It also has an AMAZINGLY badass OP and a beautifully sad ED, perfectly encapsulating the duality of the show itself.

Trigger Warnings: Animal Cruelty/Death, Flashing Lights, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Rape/Non-Con, Suicide

#C6: Ping Pong the Animation

Propaganda:

An experimental director (Masaaki Yuasa) adapting a work from a very stylized and emotionally-focused shonen mangaka (Taiyo Matsumoto). This is an anime that feels more like watching an indie arthouse movie than a shonen anime. Featuring characters and arcs that subvert standard anime tropes, it gives an incisive picture into youths on the verge of growing up and learning responsibility. If you want to watch a short anime (one 11-episode season!) which will include cool sports action (and that’s coming from someone who is not generally into sports animes) the matches given weight by the primary use of them in narrative being as checkpoint in the characters’ growths.

I tend to prefer shojo over shonen for being more introspective, with the emotional arcs developed slower and more subtly, but for me this shonen hits a sweet middle ground of having that more internal feel, while getting to do the shonen things of having cooler, action-focused animation and character relationships which are about friendship rather than romance, and character arcs that are about trying to strive hard to achieve a dream. The show is quite well critically regarded, but a lot of anime fans get turned off by the unusual art style, and there isn’t really a fandom for it, so I think it counts as underrated anyways! Anyways, I think it delivers a really impactful and complete story-arc in a short time, and it leaves you feeling like you’ve grown alongside the characters, no matter how old you are (no seriously, my 50-year-old mother walked away saying she didn’t know anime was such a profound genre when I made her watch this).

Trigger Warnings: None.

If you’re reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #animated show #group stage #group stage round 1 #tournament polls #inuyashiki #inuyashiki: last hero #ping pong the animation #group c

[alien-hybreed]

CONTACT

On a warm summer evening, a man wakes to find himself aboard a spaceship, abducted by beautiful alien women.

They say they come in peace. That he is special. That they have chosen him to be their first contact with humanity. Who is he to refuse? All they ask is for a little help to repopulate their species. For their gene pool has become stagnant, their numbers declining. But with his seed, they could increase their numbers. Who is he to refuse...

They couldn't possibly have an ulterior motive... could they..?

The man stirs fitfully in his sleep as the warm night air blows through the open window, causing the curtains to flap gently. The summer heat had been unbearable that morning and the evening hadn't been much cooler. Exhausted by the stifling conditions, he had passed out almost immediately after removing all his clothes and flopping onto his sheets. If it weren't for that exhaustion, it may have taken him hours to finally get some rest in these conditions.

He writhes to and fro, his body glistening from the sweat pouring from him. His short, dark hair is damp and matted, his bedsheets flung to one side as he tries in vain to not feel so smothered. Unknown to him, the warm breeze shifts as something shifts outside his window. The wind begins to blow the opposite direction in short bursts and a strange pink light begins to strobe outside. Pulsing faster as it moves to point through his window, the light shifts to a deep blue as it focuses on the man. No longer stroking, the light begins to oscillate between bright blue and deep purple tones. A faint hum cuts through the silence, building to a high pitched electrical whir. The man begins to open his eyes, groggy at first but when he realises his body is frozen in place, his eyes snap wide open. Fully alert and terrified by his apparent paralysis and the strange lights and sounds. The last thing he sees is a bright pink flash of light. And just like that, his room is empty. The lights fade, the sound and wind dissipate and the air is still once more.

* * *

The man comes to, slumped on a cold, polished steel floor. The cool steel against his naked flesh makes his skin prickle with goosebumps. Frantically looking around, he sees the floor has a perfectly seamless finish. All around him the floor merges perfectly into the wall of the circular room he is in. The walls seem to be flawlessly shaped like a bench seat before continuing up to where it becomes the roof of the chamber. Shockingly, there are no discernible lights and yet the room seems to be perfectly illuminated as if it were broad daylight.

He stands up, shivering and afraid, completely exposed and vulnerable in this strange room. His body aches, legs cramping as he tries to steady himself. The numbness from his apparent paralysis taking a while to leave him. There appears to be no way in or out of the chamber as he looks around. He calls out for help. At first there is no answer, then for a moment the lights flash pink and a sultry voice purrs behind him.

"Hail and well met, human" The man turns around, his jaw drops and eyes widen as he stares at the source of the voice. Reclining on the bench behind him is the figure of a voluptuous woman. Or she would be if her body weren't covered in light and dark blue scales. Her eyes are yellow and reptilian, in place of hair she has six thick tentacles extending from her brow and slicked back across her head. Everything else about her looks so humanoid, including incredibly round, luscious breasts and a neat little slit between her thighs. The man can't help but stare.

"I am Venusia of Allthrax." She purrs, slowly sitting up. "And you human, have been chosen" "Me? Chosen?" Croaks the man, trying to make eye contact rather than stare at her gently swaying breasts. "Yes human. We have watched your kind from afar. We have watched you, my sister and I" continues Venusia before a second voice continues behind the man. "You are to be our first, the link between our worlds" it says with a gentle sigh. Turning around, the man sees a second alien woman identical to the first, slowly strolling towards him. "I am Lura and with you, we will make first contact. You will experience what your kind call 'a close encounter' if you will permit us" The man is shocked. It sounds like an offer... "Yes, we are offering contact" moans Venusia "Wh... why me?" Says the man as he stares into Lura's eyes "why not someone more..." "You are what we need" purrs Lura as she draws close to him, her breath is sickeningly sweet and the yellow in her eyes seems to pulse with a gentle glow. "Our species is close to extinction" explains Venusia as she slowly stands up. "Our DNA has become... limited" says Lura with a lusty sigh as she begins to circle the man. "By making contact, your DNA will diversify our own" Venusia moans hungrily as she also begins to pace around the man. "That's why it has to be you. You do want contact with us, don't you?" Coos Lura. The man feels dizzy as his heart begins to pound. "So this is like, selective breeding?" He stammers, shivering as their hands reach out towards him. Both their eyes seem to glow as they speak in unison. "See? He wants it. He wants us. He wants contact. To give himself to us. We want his genes and he wants to give them."

The light seems to be dimming and the man feels dizzy, a little drunk almost. He grins lazily as he concludes this is exactly what he'd dared to hope it was. "I... I will be your contact. I'll give you what you want" he Stammered, trying to contain his eagerness. He tells himself this is no guilty pleasure but rather a noble act. He's taking one for all of humanity by being the first man to have sexual relations with aliens. And in doing so his DNA will save their entire race?

The moment he consents, their lips are on him, roaming his body. He has lost track of which one is Venusia and which one is Lura. It doesn't matter, the alien women are equally capable, equally enthusiastic as their hands and mouths roam his body, exploring every inch of him as he puffs and pants in response. Gently, the two women push him towards the nearest bench seat.

"We have studied human media extensively to understand how best to exchange DNA" purrs one the Alien women as she leans forward and kisses him on the lips. The man eagerly kisses back, he moves to take a hold of her only to have his arms gently pushed back to his sides. "Relax." Comes the soft command of the other woman from close by his knees. Her hand moves to stroke his balls as a finger inches up to his cock. "Relax and allow yourself to swell for us. Show us you want this" She whispers, moving closer so that he can feel the warmth of her breath on his cock.

"You are doing very well, so much better than we hoped" moans the one that had been kissing him. He tries to reply only to feel her lips press against his once more. "You will enjoy emptying this in us, won't you?" Gasps the one hovering over his crotch as her hand begins delicately stroking his shaft. He groans happily, the only sound he can make while the other alien continues to kiss him. "You are being very good for us, human" purrs the one by his legs. He tries to respond. "My... my name is..." he mumbles "Shhh, Relax. All that matters is you be good for us" says the one that had been kissing him as she presses a finger to his lips. "You do want to be good don't you, human?" Purrs the one by his legs, her hand gently squeezing the base of his shaft. He tries to blink but can't, his eyes seem glued open, transfixed by the yellow glow of his alien lover's eyes. Instead, he swallows hard and stammers out a reply. "I do... I do, I really do, please" "You want us to take your DNA? You want to enjoy exchanging with us?" Moans the one kissing him "God yes, please!" Cries the man, eyes widening as the glow seems to intensify "First you must please us" She replies, trailing her fingers along his collarbone "Of course, anything you want! Please I want this! No, God, I need this!" He begs "In order to fully receive your offering, you must please us" Replied the one at his legs, so close now he could feel her words on his rapidly swelling cock. "Of course... please you... I want that." He moaned as both of the women leaned in. One set of lips pressing against his, the other sliding around his cock. It felt like he was on a roller-coaster, as though his whole body were being pulled in her direction as the rough texture of her tongue dragged against his shaft and her entire mouth sucked it tightly.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Whispered the one kissing him "Lura is exactly what you need isn't she?" Meaning this must be Venusia. Not that it really matters to the man, so aroused and consumed by lust that all that matters is the feeling. "Don't... don't stop..." he gasps, leaning back as Lura's head begins to bob. "We won't. Not until we have what we want. But you will give it to us, won't you?" Purrs Venusia in his ear, her tongue writhing against it as she speaks. The man arches his back, his head tilting towards Venusia as she licks his ear and strokes his chest.

"God I don't... don't know... how much longer I can ah ah Ah AH" he squeaks, squirming in place as he feels his balls tighten and his cock begin to twitch. Sensing his oncoming climax, Lura sucks harder and begins furiously jacking his cock. The man kicks his left leg in the air and howls with ecstasy as his cock releases a splatter of cum into Lura's eager throat. He hears her moaning hungrily as she sucks his cock clean only for it to twitch again, releasing a second dribble of his seed.

"I.. is that it? I hope that's not it..." he mumbles trying to prop himself up despite his body instinctively trying to slump in a heap. "Hardly" sighs Lura, releasing his cock and standing up. "We need more. You will give us more, won't you?" Commanded Lura. The glow in her eyes pulsing with each syllable. The man felt dizzy, drained, yet the rush of pleasure and adrenaline was just what he needed to push on. "Yes. Yes, of course. More for you..." he gasped, trying to stand up only to have Venusia push him back down onto the bench. "And me. You do want to please me too? Don't you, human?" Pouted Venusia with a playful smile as she leaned down and reached for his cock. "Oh, o-o-of course!" He moaned as her lips closed around his shaft, despite it's rapid deflation, she was just as attentive as Lura had been... if not more so. "You want to please Venusia" Moaned Lura as she slid her forefinger into her slit "go on human, please her like you pleased me" She continued, her finger gliding back and forth as she reached for her mouth with her other hand. "I... I do... I mean, I'm trying!" He mumbled weakly as Venusia's head bobbed up and down.

"No, human, your watching me. Is it because I'm you're favourite? Am I the one you want to give your genes to? Are we going to make babies? Is that what you want? To fill me with your babies?" Teased Lura as she continued to touch herself. He felt his cock swell only to have Venusia slowly slide her lips free of his cock and begin stroking it instead.

"No, you're going to fill me aren't you?" Purred Venusia. The man groaned as he tried to sit up only to have Venusia gently push him down to lie across the bench. "You just need a little encouragement, don't you?" She asks with a broad grin. "Puh-please... please I don't want to stop" he moaned.

"You're right, you don't" chuckled Lura "you want to give us more, don't you? You want to give us... everything..." at that Lura gasped and squeezed her tit as her finger caressed her slit. The man's mouth hung open in a state of rapturous shock. This continued as Venusia slipped his cock into her mouth again, sending his eyes rolling as he threw his head back and howled with glee.

"I never wanna stop, don't stop, keep... oh God, keep going!" He cried, groping Venusia's ass as she moved to straddle him, her vagina hovering inches from his face. His jaw quivered, he was about to sixty-nine a hot alien and the tantalising prospect of tasting her was all he could think of. He barely noticed Lura sit behind him, cradling his head between her thighs. "Taste her, human. Please her with your tongue" commanded Lura. The man gave her a giddy smile before pressing his lips to Venusia. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever known. Hot and cold at the same time, so slick and moist whilst being thick and sticky. His lips pressed hard, prising her open to let his tongue inside. Her walls were bumpy and ribbed, yet the sensation of his tongue passing over the alien features was delightful. As his tongue slid around in the recesses between her ribbed interior, he felt Venusia suck harder or pause to draw a deep breath. The thrill of stimulating her drove him to press harder and faster.

"That's it, human. Please us. Please us when we tell you to. Relax and follow us. Follow and obey." Whispered Lura while stroking his hair and face. The man continued to eat out Venusia's alien pussy until he felt the cold air on his cock again. Looking up, he saw Venusia was sitting upright, Lura stroking Venusia's sides and leaning over her shoulder to kiss her. The sight of the two alien women making out while one sat on his face was too much and the man came again, squirting a thick spurt of cum up Venusia's waist. Lura chuckled and began smearing the thick white strands over Venusia's belly and breasts while gnawing on her neck. Venusia however, didn't seem so impressed. "No, human. I didn't say you could give me that." Her frown however quickly turned into a smile as she looked down at him. "Now we'll have to start all over again" was the last thing he heard before passing out.

* * *

The man expected to wake in his bed, instead, he was wearily shuffling down a featureless hallway. Still naked, still aboard the ship, one of the alien women had his hand in hers, leading him as she walked in front of him.

"Enough rest. It's time for us to be pleased. It will please you to please us." Snapped who he suspected was Venusia. "You can do that? Make it last for us?" Cooed Lura in his ear "Any-anything for you ladies... I'll do whatever you want" he Droned back as if he was slipping into a trance. "Yes. Yes, you will. And you're going to enjoy every moment of it" Replied Lura "You won't be able to leave until you do" states Venusia, Lura made a mocking imitation of a gasp. "You don't think he is holding back from us to make this take longer, do you Venusia?" Chuckled Lura. "No.. no I... I'm not... but. That... that sounds pretty wonderful" Stammered the man as they came into a circular room with what appeared to be some sort of bed in it's center. "You hear that? He thinks it would be wonderful to stay here..." purrs Lura as Venusia gently guides him onto the bed. Their eyes were beginning to glow once more as the man laid down between them, staring into their eyes with pure adoration. "Perhaps he should..." murmured Venusia as she straddled him. He went to touch her thighs only to have his hand brushed aside. "No. Await our instructions, human" She commanded as Lura moved to sit opposite her, squatting over the man's face. "You may tend me now" purred Lura "sink your tongue in me as you did with Venusia" She gasped as Venusia began groping her sides and chest. Obediently, the man pressed his lips up to her slit and revels in the taste and sensation of once again having his tongue in an alien pussy.

He has no idea how long he does this for, barely pausing to breathe as he gluts himself on the sweet juices flowing from her. At some point, the alien women stopped making out and both leaned down to lick at his cock, their lips occasionally kissing with his shaft throbbing between them. Almost overwhelmed by the pleasure, he briefly released his lips to let out an orgasmic moan as their rough tongues caressed his shaft. Lura's vaginal fluids splattered down into his mouth and oozed over his neck and collarbone. "I didn't say stop" Panted Lura as she reached back and pressed his face into her vagina once more. "Please me, human. Really please me" She commanded.

At her instruction, the man frantically searched for her clit with his tongue. The rest of her was close enough to human, it had to be there somewhere surely? "Deeper." came Venusia's voice. Slowly looking up to meet her gaze, his eyes widened as they looked into hers. Her eyes were completely black, so devoid of light and colour that it felt like he could fall endlessly through them. "That's it. Look into my eyes. Fall with me. Faster. Deeper" She urged him, eyes widening as she jacked at his cock while Lura sucked on it. "Deep and hard, you're hungry for it, devour her" purred Venusia "make her climax for you" The man felt it in his balls once again. That last prompt was too much, he couldn't keep it in much longer... "You need to please Lura first, human" snarled Venusia "please her" The man plunged his tongue straight into Lura's pussy, as far down as it would go until he felt it pass through a circle of softer bumps. Lura shuddered and shrieked with glee just as his cock erupted in her mouth.

"Ahahaha yes! Yes! That's it!" Shrieked Lura with a gurgle as she reared up and swallowed the load. Meanwhile Venusia hungrily licked the remainder from the man's cock. "Oh wow... wow..." he mumbles as every muscle in his body began to relax. His eyelids grow heavy as he tries to stay awake. Lura moved to the side, allowing Venusia to clamber up onto him.

"Sit back and open wide" commands Venusia, before sitting on his face. The last thing he remembers before passing out is the sensation of his tongue writhing within her pussy, pushing towards the same bumpy spot deep within her. "That's it, please me. Release for me. Obey. Obey and you may rest" Purrs Venusia as her juices cascade into his mouth. He feels his cock twitch as thick strands of cum are released, dribbling down his shaft as his world goes dark once again.

* * *

The man awakes to find the alien women laying on either side of him, their hands roaming his torso. They are still on the bed in the circular room. The warm, soft surface of the bed feels good against his skin, almost like lying on top of someone. Warm, soft, soothing.

"Am I going home now?" He mumbles "You haven't finished what we've asked" giggles Lura. "I think maybe he does want to stay here with us" chuckled Venusia in response, her fingers trailing across his collarbone. "Maybe I do? This is incredible, I don't want to stop pleasing you" he murmurs, keenly aware of how firm his cock is. At that, Venusia clambers onto him again. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, her hips grinding against his, she leans down and begins kissing his neck.

"You will give yourself to Venusia now" whispers Lura, her eyes glowing as she stares into the man's eyes. "Of course..." he mumbles "You will do exactly as you're told until she is satisfied" she continues. The man's eyes begin to glaze over as his expression becomes vacant. "Then when we allow you, you may be pleased" concludes Lura with a wicked smile. The man smiles back as Venusia's labia parts, guiding his cock into her. "You're under now. You will follow our commands. You will obey."

"Let me ride you. You're my steed, human" come Venusia's husky whisper "Buck for me. Work your organ back and forth" The man shivers as he begins pistoning back and forth in the alien woman's sopping wet pussy. The ridges and bumps within her vagina feeling incredible on his shaft as they drag against it. Venusia begins moaning and sits up to ride him in a cowgirl position. "Behold her, adore her" whispers Lura in his ear. Looking up at Venusia, he marvels at how she flexes her hips and abdomen. Her breasts bounce and jiggle as their hips wildly gyrate, the wet slap of his crotch mashing against hers is a steady beat. "That's it human. Now deeper." Intsructs Lura. Venusia begins to gasp, her features contorting into a blissful 'oh' face as she tries and fails to speak.

"That's it, now press deep, let her take you..." moans Lura, almost getting herself off at the sight and thought of what Venusia was about to experience. The man presses his cock as deep as it goes, the tip of it pushing through the circle of bumps at the end of Venusia's vagina. With an orasmic wail from them both, the man is shocked to feel his cock being held in place as if Venusia's pussy were sucking on it. Unable to budge, he gasps as he feels his balls empty in her. Venusia trembles, clutching her head as she howls with delight. As well as a large surge of cum flowing from his cock, the man is shocked to feel a warm flush of liquid flow back into him and into his scrotum.

They both gasp for air, shivering in the aftershocks of their explosive orgasm. The man lovingly strokes Venusia's thighs, blissfully unaware that the pupils in her eyes have become round like his, their yellow glow confined to a very human looking iris. "Is... is that what you want?" He huffs, vacantly staring at Venusia. She clutches him firmly by the neck and begins to demand. "More. So much more"

* * *

The man doesn't remember when their tongues became so soft, or if his had always felt so rough. But that didn't really concern him. What mattered was how exquisite it felt to have them writhing over his body and in his mouth. Venusia and Lura became more adept at pleasing him each time they made love. But this wasn't just a matter of learning. It was as if could sense what would please him most, what would make him do anything and everything they wanted him to. Or was that because they kept telling him what he wanted? It didn't matter, either way they were always right and all the man cared about was how good it felt.

"Harder, buck harder" Rasped the alien woman on top of him. He could feel her insides pulling at his cock as he obediently complied. "Yes, oh yes of course, whatever you say. I love you, I lo-" his reply was cut off as the other Alien woman pressed her lips to his. Her tongue darted into his open mouth and began moving against his. He felt her movements quicken as he bounced the other alien on his lap, harder and faster. She moaned and wailed as his cock pressed past her g-spots and into her alien womb. The three of them all let out an ecstatic cry as his cock began spurting cum into her. The sensation of releasing was a dizzying high the man had found himself addicted to. He hadn't even finished and he already needed it again...

"Oh Kassia, it was so good this time!" Giggled the alien on his cock "I can already feel it happening, oh yes are a good human..." "Then share him, Nula, look he already wants me! Don't you human?" Replied the one that had been kissing him. "Kassia? Nula? No, I'm supposed to be with Lura and Venusia!?" He stammered, these women looked identical to his previous lovers, how was he to know? Was this a mistake? Or is this what Venusia and Lura wanted for him? "You're here for all of us" commanded Kassia as Nula leaned down to kiss him. Looking up at her, he could see Kassia's yellow eyes had shifted to a light blue, the same as his. Besides the light glow they had, her eyes looked just like his now.

"You have so much more to give us, Human. Relax. Fill me now" commanded Kassia as his cock was released from the tight grip of Nula's vagina. Kassia moved behind Nula and began massaging her back with ne hand, guiding the man's cock with another.

"Just like you did for Nula, give yourself to me" moaned Kassia as she slowly sat down, impaling herself on the man's cock. Despite his dizziness, it felt like it filled her quicker. As though instead of going down a little, it had instead swelled a little more than it had previously.

"Oh yes. This is exactly what we need. You are what I need. Now be a good human and delight me" She crowed as she began gyrating her hips. The man was still kissing Nula, but he heard Kassia's command and immediately obeyed. As he began thrusting, he saw out of the corner of his eye there were five more alien women standing a few feet away from the bed, all eagerly watching. One of them looked like how he remembered Venusia and Lura. The other four seemed a little different. Softer, pinker lips, eyes more like a human, one of them even looked a little less blue in parts. He had no time to look closer, before he knew it, he was cumming and passing out again.

* * *

The man felt strange, like his arms were simultaneously lighter and heavier as he laid his hands on the alien head bobbing up and down on his crotch. The way she sucked at his cock, it almost felt like the same effect as the countless alien vaginas he'd fucked by now.

"It's all you could ever want, isn't it?" Purred an Alien woman as she leaned over him, her exquisite breasts wobbling just above his face "Y-yes... yes" he groaned as he stared intently at her nipples. He could have sworn they were dark blue a moment ago, now they looked a little more... human "You don't want anything else, do you?" She continued, deliberately dangling her tits just out of reach of his mouth. "No... only you... only this" he groaned happily. At that, she lowered herself, pressing her tit to his quivering lips. "You may lick, you may suck. Until I demand your lips be elsewhere." She moaned, his lips already parting to take her nipple before she'd finished speaking. Consumed by yearning, he sucks, pulling tightly at the sensitive nub, rolling it between his teeth and playfully pulling at it.

"Yes, human, show me how much you want to please me" She sighed, her hand clutching at the thinning strands of hair that still clung to his head. The sucking on his cock nearly left him breathless, yet he persisted. "Oh, oh that's it, human. Right... there" She giggled as the man relentlessly persisted with robotic precision. Warmth spread through his mouth and down his throat as her nipple began secreting a thick, creamy substance. "That's it, drink from me" She crooned, stroking his jaw with an increasingly soft hand. He hadn't noticed when, but his cock was now bouncing back and forth in her pussy. He could feel his seed slopping out of her with each thrust, how many times had he climaxed in her now? And had her scales always been so light and fair?

"You will climax now, climax and rest" She whispered. "Tell me you understand, tell me you want me to have that." She commanded "Say it, then fill me with your seed" "I understand. I want you to have that" said the man in an emotionless monotone. At that, he immediately felt his insides tighten before an enormous load of cum passed through his shaft and into her. His arms dropped to his sides and all movement ceased. The man lay motionless on his back save for his slow, shallow breathing.

"Save some for the rest of us, Kassia" Giggled a voice from behind him. The alien woman on top of him huffed and panted as she slowly climbed off him. "You can't have him all to yourself, Lura" she snickered, affectionately stroking the man's body as she stepped away from the bed. "You will sleep now, obey" She whispered in his ear and he was unconscious again.

* * *

"Harder. Harder. You have to fill me. Fill... meee..." squealed the woman, writhing in the man's grip as he repeatedly slammed into he from behind. Her alabaster white skin was mottled with thick, blue scales around her shoulders and thighs while the rest of her looked perfectly human. All except for the scaly tentacles flailing on the back of her head as thick, luscious black hair sprouted from amongst them. "Yes! Yes!" She shrieked as her eyes turned pitch black, her body starting to quiver as the man began pumping her womb full of cum. As he did, her hair grew longer and fuller. Her eyes slowly formed bright blue irises before rapidly becoming completely human in appearance.

Meanwhile, the man shuddered. His already distended arms and legs seeming to stretch further, bending in several places as human skin flaked away to reveal scaly blue skin. He tried to speak, perhaps to express his shock or horror at what was happening to him. Or perhaps it was just an instinctive reaction at this point. Either way, he could only manage one of the few words he knew.

"Please... please." He gasped as another woman sidled up to him, stroking the tentacles forming across his scalp. Like the one currently impaled on his cock, she almost looked completely human save for a few blue scales remaining on her thighs and shoulders. The alien women didn't just look alike, they were identical. Furthermore, there was something to the colour of their eyes, skin and hair, the shape of their faces. It was as if the man was looking at a feminine version of what he used to be.

"Yes, you do. Now you will please me." Purred the woman stroking him as the other slid free of his cock with a wet plop, collapsing on the bed in front of them.

"Yes. I obey. I please." Moaned the man, turning to face the other woman as she effortlessly slipped his cock into her. He followed her every instruction without question. He placed his hands where he was told, caressed and squeezed, sped up or slowed down, he had no preferences. He just did as he was told. That was all that pleased him now. He came when she instructed him to, as many times as he was told to. In her vagina, on her chest or in her mouth. He never slowed down or paused, his altered physique forcing him to match her inhuman physique. All the while they both continued to change...

* * *

"Do you think he's still in there?" "Does it matter? We are complete" "I'm not ready to stop" "Can't I just writhe in his grip one more time?" "I want him to coil around me. Hold me. Just one more." "It's time to go, he's given us all he can"

The voices stirred the man from his peaceful slumber. If he could still be called a man. Where he once had arms and legs, two dozen tentacles of varying lengths and thicknesses writhed, coiling around the surfaces of the room. His body was gaunt and withered, little more than a scaly husk connecting the tentacles, his head and a grotesquely elongated cock. His skin was blue and scaly like the alien women had been. His eyes were pitch black and empty, unblinking as he stared at them with a vacant smile.

Standing in front of him were six identical women, pale fair skin, gorgeous, slender bodies with black hair and pale blue eyes.

"Thank you 'human'. Thank you for completing this exchange" said Lura. He recognised her from how she said the word 'human'

"With our new form we will assimilate human kind" said another, Nula perhaps. "Through you, through us, humankind will become Allthrax. We are all thrax. All DNA. All forms. Assimilated. United." Rejoiced Venusia. The other five women all appeared profoundly aroused at the thought, stroking themselves and gasping loudly as she continued.

"We do not fight to conquer, we simply become. Till all are Thrax"

"As for you. You have given us all you can. You will be sent to the next world along with your children, just as we were." Whispered Lura, reverently stroking the man's face. He hadn't noticed the fleshy egg pods dotted around the room until now.

"You will find those whose genes will be a valuable addition to the Allthrax. They will then help you, as you have helped us."

The man smiled. Each of the women stepped forward one by one to kiss him farewell. Each woman disappearing in a bright flash of light as they did, the ship teleporting them into the homes of their designated mates. Leaving the tentacle beast alone on the ship with the eggs they had laid. Where the ship would take them, only time would tell...

[nellasbookplanet]

I was tagged by the wonderful @kmackatie, thank you!

Last song/piece I listened to: not to sound like a huge killjoy, but I don't listen to all that much music lol. I can't really have music on in the background when writing/doing work where I need to think (too easily distracted) and when i do more mindless work i prefer to listen to audiobooks or podcasts over music. Mostly I listen to music while driving, but I can't stand commercials and my car doesn't have bluetooth so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Probably the last full song I listened to was the Critical Role opening theme, which feels on brand.

Last book I read: I just finished Max Gladstone's (one of the authors behind This is How You Lose the Time War!) Empress of Forever earlier today! A woman gets transported into the far future by a mysterious all-powerful space empress and must assemble a crew of misfits to fight her and get back home. It was a bit more episodic than I prefer, but overall a lot of fun with some Wild worldbuilding and good characters. Also, it's very gay, which is always a plus.

Last film I watched: I'm not sure actually? I tried watching The Witches of Eastwick a bit ago but dropped it. I'm planning to watch The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster (frankenstein retelling!) soon though!

Last TV series: I watched an episode of Resident Alien the other day (an alien has crash landed on Earth and is hiding in a small community as he tries to repair his spaceship. also he's planning to destroy Earth, but first he needs to survive Living Around People, and also he really wants to solve this murder and prove he's cooler than the town doctor while he's at it, he'll get around to the destruction later) and have yet to decide whether I'll continue watching it or not. I enjoy the premise and the characters but the humor doesn't entirely work for me.

Last thing I googled: something about archives for my masters. did you know there are so many different definitions of an archive. too many in fact. but also i'm about to invent a new one.

Last thing I ate: An apple lol. I had pasta for dinner though.

Sweet, Savory or Spicy: Probably savory. I love sweet stuff but mostly in dessert form, and while I enjoy a bit of spice my tolerance for when it stops being taste and starts being Pure Pain is pretty low.

Amount of sleep: never enough even with naps. Which reminds me I should start getting ready for bed 😔

Currently reading: Too many books. I just picked up Abbadon's Gate (part 3 of the Expanse series, space and horrific aliens and body horror my beloved). I'm also sporadically listening to The Wandering Inn (it is. very long. it's got some interesting things going on but I'm not a fan of the whole levelling concept, but I should've known that going in) and trying to read Jonathan Sim's Family Business (it's good I'm just bad at reading these days, I've been picking away at this book for weeks and it's very spooky). I'm also rereading Things That Gods Despise by dawl-and-dapple for bookbinding purposes, it's one of my favorite fics!

Not entirely sure how many have already done this thing yet, so if you've been double-tagged (or don't feel like it) feel free to ignore, but I'm tagging @mllekurtz, @aravhy and @howlsmovinglibrary!

#i do have a bad habit of picking up too many books at once #but a lot of my reading headspace goes into academic articles and stuff right now. (same with writing headspace) #anyway this was fun! i need to go to bed #rambles #hm. realizing i haven’t purposefully listened to a song in a while made me want to pick up my guitar

[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Extinct Disney Parks and Attractions tournament round 1: Group C1

Reminder, you don't have had to experience any of the attractions/experiences to vote! Just read in the info and/or watch the vid,then vote for which you wish you would have experienced more/which sounds cooler!

Videos and propaganda/info dumping under cut

IllumiNations: Reflections of Earth: Epcot (1999-2019)

Propaganda:

Oh boy, here we gooooo. I could go on for hours about this show. It was one of the most unique nighttime shows Disney had, it was so unique to Epcot and didn't have any songs from disney films, which is what the park was suppose to be! Its all original and is so uniting and powerful. The soundtrack is absolutely gorgeous and fully original and gives me goosebumps everytime. Nothing can compare to how powerful it is. And yes, the middle section was a bit slow, especially if you couldnt see the globe well, but I think they should have just updated that part and kept the rest instead of forcing IP into Epcot like the replacement shows. This show was all about nations uniting and every culture being beautiful. From the torches that 'blow out', to all the fire in the middle, to the iconic globe opening with one united torch, to the different countries lighting up, to the jaw dropping finale of huge canon like fireworks coming out of each country area to finish with the brightest finale you will ever see, to the iconic song afterwards (from the Millennium Celebration Tapestry of Nations Parade!). And then Spaceship earth all lite up in purple with the song from Tapestry of Nations parade playing as you exit the park, nothing will beat the magic of that, and I cry every time I remember I will never experience that again. I kid you not, half the reason I did the DCP when I did, was so that I could see the last showing of this! Ill have to find video of me afterwards later xD This was my absolute fav show as a kid and remains so to this day. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL

Star Wars: A Galactic Spectacular: Hollywood Studios (2016-2020)

Propaganda:

Okay so I actually really loved it! It is so much better than the simple animation projection show with like 2 fireworks they have going on now. The darth vader part where all the lights go out and you just hear the breathing, so chilling! Also, if you timed it right, going on Slinky Dog right as this was starting was the coolest thing ever. Being in the air while the iconic songs blasts everywhere with sparkle of fireworks, is something ill always remember. I think i have video of that too, ill have to find later

#disney parks #extinct disney parks attractions tournament #poll #polls #tournament poll #round 1 #retired disney #disney world #defunctland #epcot #illuminations #IllumiNations: Reflections of Earth #ILLUMINATIONS MY BELOVED #star wars #hollywood studios #fireworks

[screwnames-ihatenames]

Everyone in rise uses deflection but the jones

Example A) when they found out they were made for war they instead focused on the fact they were made with Lou Jitsus dna because that’s so much cooler and easier to process than the fact you were made to end the human race

Example B) during the invasion Donnie focused on the fact he was a spaceship instead of well HOW he became a spaceship and who created the spaceship and what they used it for

Example C) They completely ignored how much the shredder fight affected them until the adrenaline wore off where they still ignored it

Example D)splinter completely ignores his whole past and one it is brought up literally tries to change the subject

For the jones they legit just refuse to acknowledge the fact what they went through was trauma and not a average Tuesday

#rottmnt #R rambling #rottmnt analysis #they all deflect even Mikey #tmnt analysis

[whosplayerthree]

So this post from seven years ago blew up all big right outta nowhere. It's funny cause mutuals are now reblogggning it like "eyyy i know this person. Hi person!" And hi to you to.

But in a way, a small little way, in a way I dont feel too strongly but still feel, its kinda sad that it resonates with others so much.  And that I’m still this way so many years later (outside of dnd).

So you know what you know what you know what you know what????? I'm gonna change this trend. I will be the change I wanna see in the world. Below the read more are a list of some ocs and 1-3 sentence summery for each of em. If you want to know more, send an ask.

Towk-Tawk Voidsealer: Human wizard who used to be a spider, and now is very excited about adventure.

???: Once a servant/member of the Secret Advisors of the Silhouetted Queen, now some sorta stitched together scarecrow person.

Unnamed supervillian scientist: She's got a suite and sunglasses and can light on fire and thinks she is cooler than she actually is.

Barbara The Bandit Queen: She is Big and Buff and is (unfortunatly) as cool as she thinks she is.

Rottam Hale: A lil middle aged lady kobold cartographer who accidentally gets possessed by an Ancient Evil Overlord named Empress Vile.

Mulberry "Mul" Myrcliff: Chill guy who wants to have a chill time and they certainly are not haunted by an Evil Sentiant Star.

Bri 'Caus: Buff captain of a Dnd Spaceship, loves tea, and was manipulated into a deal with a magical talking bloodthirsty sword.

Cryesavchik: Sentient dumpsterfire warlock who was once just ripoff dnd junkrat but has become so much more.

Plynn: A lil melodramatic alien that looks like a rabbit combined with a chuchu from wind waker, whomst inadvertantly saved their world from an alien invasion, but unfortunately that resulted in an unwanted perminant houseguest (said invading alien).

Jaques DeBonhare: Rabbit furry cleric of trickery who is known for telling bad jokes, and on a quest to eat one of every monster in the world.

Unnamed depressed alien: Lil guy who just wants to do their normal beurocratic space-wormhole management job, but gets put on "congrats on figuring out wormhole technology! welcome to the intergalactic neighborhood!" duty, and their day just gets worse from there.

Pluck Fireflame: The most anxious thief who talks like a valley girl you'll ever meet. In some incarnations is a ghost who is just as anxious if not more so.

Shape-shifting evil sorcerer empress: Like it says on the tin. Got sealed away in some pottery hundreds of years ago, was accidentally released in modern day, and is all like "holy shit indoor plumbing?????".

Reuben: A big ol all powerful big bad monster guy people would summon into a world when they wanted to take over it. Got tired of that and chose to retire. A pretty chill old man type now, who happens to be a large pig that's on fire.

#Op