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the-gateway-to-madness · 3 months

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It sorta bothers me that post-series people are still complaining about 3Below being disconnected from the rest of Tales of Arcadia. For me, it was a refreshing break from the densely-packed fantasy lore and an intriguing peek at the way the universe beyond Arcadia and Earth functions. I liked the character arcs and interpersonal connections. And there was ample room for me to come up with a bunch of my own headcanons, which I love! I absolutely love being able to slot pieces of my own mind and soul into an existing world! I don't like shows where I'm told how every little detail works, that's way too much to remember. Instead I want enough to create an idea of the rules and how things might have gone/might continue to go and fill in whatever else I want.

Also, I think 3Below was SUPPOSED to be a lot more connected before Wizards got cut down. Tons of ideas didn't make it into the limited series run- I remember hearing stuff about Mordred being involved, a lost Krel arc, and I'm sure a lot of lore that would have bound the worlds together more closely. When they mentioned Gaylen's core came from Earth, there was clearly supposed to be more to that, but it got cut out. I'm like 93% sure Gaylen was a being who was part of or similar to the Arcane Order, but was drawn to the cosmos rather than to a part of the Earth. That would indicate that Akiridion tech and magic are compatible because Akiridions' energy-based life was initially magical, but those roots were largely forgotten because of how old a civilization Akiridion is. They've been spacefaring since humans were cavepeople. If the Order existed from the primeval dawn of the world, and Gaylen left not long after that, Akiridion could be millenia ahead of Earth. Or, heck, maybe Earth was the first or only livable world, and Gaylen created the Order to look after it before going off to try to find or create life elsewhere. I always headcanoned that Seklos was more powerful than most Akiridions or even the Royals that came after her, given the fact her core alone was enough to stop Gaylen while in the modern era it requires two royal cores. Maybe she was created by Gaylen to be Akiridion's version of an Arcane Order type being, and she created normal Akiridions, which she then had kids with, diluting her power in the Royals that followed. There's so much ancient history to unpack from just the tidbits we were given.

As for the modern era, there seems to very distinctly be a major intergalactic connection. The drunk ship operator in episode 3 of 3b s1 that the Zerons interrogate talks about ship classifications, which indicates a universal or at least an interplanetary system of ship ratings. We also see interplanetary tourism, and signs that Akiridion is one of the most advanced and influential planets out there.

3Below doesn't need to continue the plot of Trollhunters to be a valid part of Tales of Arcadia. It brought an energy to ToA that was somewhere between Star Trek TNG and Babylon 5, and I love how it expands the weirdness of Arcadia. If it was supposed to be a continuation of Trollhunters, they would have made more Trollhunters. But it's not Trollhunters, it's 3Below. And Wizards isn't Trollhunters either! I honestly think that Camelot, Douxie, and the world of wizards could have been written such that the Trollhunters cast was much less focal, and that if they'd given the show the time it needed and deserved to tell its story, it would have been fleshed-out and fascinating all on its own, with or without the TH gang. Where are the magic users beyond the reach of Camelot? Are there merfolk, sirens, harpies, dryads, more dragons, or other sapient races living on Earth with their own civilizations and magic and cultures? There are so many worlds and so many potential stories out there, on Earth and beyond, in the Tales of Arcadia universe. Arcadia just happens to be the narrative meshing point of them all. And I think that's a really cool way to build a universe.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk, here's more Akiridion development as a treat for making it this far.

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canttouchthis87 · 9 months

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The Captain and the Rebel / M / 60K / Dramione / Sci-fi

“I see you in my dreams,” she said the words like they were a song. “In the moments before I wake. I see castles and spaceships and pastures. And every time, I see you. I wondered how long it would be until we met this time.”

In the year 3486, Draco Malfoy is a loyal, tired Captain of the Intergalactic Sovereignty. But when he’s tasked with interrogating the illustrious rebel Hermione Granger, he’ll slowly find his world upended as she weaves a love story that spans a thousand years and countless solar systems.

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yesbutmakeitgay · 1 month

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Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 2

Carol Danvers x Reader

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Summary: Kamala helps you as you begin your journey to recovery.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 792

Like A Summer Day, She Could Push The Night So Far Away

Kamala walks you into the living quarters and you stop by the kitchen to rummage inside the fridge, she takes the opportunity to pop by Fury’s office and persuade him to let her go through with her half thought out plan.

After you finish eating the girl takes you upstairs and pauses in front of one of the many identical doors, "This will be your room while you, uh-"

"While my brain gets fixed, got it." You decide you might as well just go with it. You walk inside and try to get comfortable, Kamala says her goodbyes and tells you she’ll be back tomorrow.

Later that night Kamala calls Carol after not finding her anywhere in the compound, she tells her the plan and The Captain reluctantly agrees, still overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak, on one condition: She cannot tell you about your relationship with Carol.

For the remainder of the week you stay on strict bed rest on doctor's orders. Kamala comes by every day and talks to you about current events and pop culture which, even before the injury, you weren't very good at keeping up with. She makes sure you eat and drink enough liquids and even tries to sneak in little details about your former life to see if you'll remember.

It is the first day after your mandated bed rest is over and Kamala comes back as promised, "How are you liking your room?"

"It’s fine."

"They'll bring all your stuff back from your former residence soon."

"Where was that?"

"You were doing a lot of intergalactic work so you were living in a spaceship," she says, trying to find the most objective way to describe it.

"That sounds awful."

"Well, according to your most recent reports you were really enjoying it."

"You have my reports? Can I read them?"

"They are being held in hopes they might contain information about the ambush." Her words are only half true as you weren't exactly subtle when writing about Carol.

The girl walks you to a conference room to have some privacy and hopefully get started on your recovery. She pulls out her S.A.B.E.R. tablet, "Do you know where we are?"

"The Avengers compound," you answer plainly.

"What do you know about them?" She starts making annotations.

"The Avengers? They're a bunch of stuck up assholes with a hero complex who think they're so special because they can shoot lasers out of some part of their body."

"Right," Kamala exhales heavily, "Do you remember any of them?"

"Uh, let's see, there's Stark, paying his way to the top, there's grandpa America-"

"Captain America," she writes down.

"Big green guy,"

"The hulk."

"Red witchy witch,"

"Scarlet Witch."

"The guy with the arrows, how did he even get in?"

"Hawkeye."

"Oh and tiny bug-man."

"Ant-man. Anyone else?"

"I think that's about it."

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to talk to any of them, see if they can help bring some memories back?"

"You suppose right."

"What about someone else? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Defenders?" she starts to wonder out loud.

"Defenders? Jones?" You let out a small chuckle.

"Yes! Do you know her?" Her eyes light up.

"No," you let her down, "but even if I did, she doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to talk."

"I guess you're right." She begins to mindlessly scroll through her clear tablet hoping to find an answer when you see a familiar face.

"Rambeau. I'll talk to her if she's around."

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out, "Captain Rambeau is unavailable at the moment," she says, carefully choosing her words.

"I can wait," you respond, really trying to be helpful.

"Indefinitely." Her harsh tone tells you this is a conversation for another day.

After a moment she continues with the interrogation, "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Paris," you answer with certainty. Kamala searches on the device, "You're scrolling back an alarming amount, how long ago was Paris?"

"Many years ago," she responds in a quiet voice, a feeling of discouragement taking over you. She begins to read aloud, "Let's see, Paris. Mission to retrieve stolen files. Success. Black Widow." She looks at you when she gets to the last part.

"Yelena," you say, almost like an afterthought.

She gives you a perplexed look, "Natasha."

You accept her correction, "Romanoff."

"You remember her?" You nod in response, "Will you talk to her?" she follows expectantly.

"Absolutely not." Kamala scoffs, "I barely knew her, that's the only mission I ever went on with her. I didn't even live here with them, I had my own home in Louisiana." Your last words peak her interest and she discreetly writes them down.

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Chapter 3

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𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 — 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐫

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what was he doing here?

the Green Lantern Corps wasn’t supposed to be allowed on this planet; that was exactly why your father sent you here.

and yet, here he was. he wasn’t in uniform, and before you’d bolted, you hadn’t seen the ring gleaming on his finger, so you assumed he was here without the guardians or his fellow corps members knowing, but that only made it worse for you. he’d been scanning the crowded bar room, and when you’d made the mistake of locking eyes, he recognized you instantly.

luckily, you were faster than him at first, and the patrons assisted in obstructing him long enough for you to duck out of the back and into the alleyway.

but you had no idea Guy Gardner of the Lantern Corps could lay down a circle of armed men in a matter of seconds without his power ring, and before you could call for help, his massive frame busted through the back door and he snatched you up.

you screamed and fought, flinging your body back against his, but only to find that he was completely solid and unyielding. “Easy, sweetheart!” he barked, grasping your hand as it comes up, blindly, a glowing blade in your hand. his vice tightens around your wrist, and you yelp, before he twists your arm up and pins it to your lower back. “Now, that is a big knife for a little thing like you. Daddy buy that for ya?” he’d dug his chin against your shoulder, walking you, kicking and screaming, closer to the wall on the opposite side of the alleyway. his free hand grasps the handle and wrenches it from your fist with what little resistance you could muster. “Ya gonna cut me up with that? Huh?”

“You can’t be here!” you hissed, shoving your shoulders back to try and jab him in the chest. you were met with only solid muscle. “This planet is out of your jurisdiction!”

“Why do you think I ditched the uniform, honey?” Guy crooned, throwing the weapon to the ground. it clatters, the glow dimming, and his hand grabs at the collar around your neck. you knew he must be feeling the inscription, and even without his ring to translate, he must know what it says.

“If you don’t let go of me I swear I’ll—”

“I don’t think you wanna go and do that. I know where I’m at. Do you? Daddy dearest sent his little princess to a planet fulla’ the nastiest criminals this side of the universe with a dinner bell ‘round her neck.”

you scoff, “They wouldn’t dare!”

“Wouldn’t they?” Guy mutters in your ear, instilling the inkling of doubt in your mind, “You think any of these space thugs would think twice about bending you over this dumpster? If you’re really that confident, go ahead and call for them. Let’s see what they’d do if they saw you all tangled up and helpless. My money’s on nothin’ good.”

your eyes widen. you hate that he might be right. but you say nothing, pursing your lips into a loathsome pout.

“Don’t sull up on me,” he growls, his hand careening up from the collar to grasp your face, digging his thumb and forefinger into your cheeks. the pressure pushes your lips out further. “You should be thanking me. Because I got to you before any of these monsters caught you alone.”

“What do you want?” you snap, trying to shake your head to force his hand from your face. his grip only tightened. “You can’t arrest me. Not here.”

“I just came here to ask you some questions, sweetheart. You can be a good girl and answer them truthfully,” Guy pauses, pressing your torso against the brick wall, but he guides your head back to rest against his clavicle so you’re looking up at him. “…or your night can get a lot harder.”

you already knew what the question would be before he said it.

“Where’s daddy hiding?”

your eyes narrow, and you glare up at him, but make no attempt to answer.

Guy tilts his head. “Nothing? Not a peep?” the ghost of a smirk dances across his lips, “I was hoping you’d pick the hard way.”

knots tied in your belly and you bite down hard on your lip. you want to ask him what he’s going to do to you, but you don’t have the time before he’s pressing his weight against you, pinning you to the wall so he can reach the gem embedded in your temple.

“Why don’t we just give him a call?”

he’s rough when he presses into it, and you cry out, your eyes lighting up along with the jewel itself. if the communication connecting hadn't always stunned you, you would’ve reached up and clawed at his wrist. “S—stop!”

your name echoes around you, your father’s voice, asking what was going on. after all, you rarely called him this way. it hurt too much.

Guy chuckles, and taps it a couple of times, as if he were knocking on a door, and you whimper each time, mouth hanging open and illuminated eyes turned up towards the dark atmosphere. “So this little trick does work. And here I thought Hal was just pullin’ my leg. Z, buddy, it’s been a while. Remember me?”

“…. Green Lantern Guy Gardner.”

“Bingo! And I got your little Princess here with me. Go ‘head, sweetheart, say hi to daddy.”

you shudder when he nudges your ear with his lips, hissing low in your ear, but you mumble slowly. “He… won’t let me go…”

your dad sounded completely nonchalant, if not annoyed. “You’re safe. He can’t arrest you there, remember?”

“So y’all keep sayin’.” Guy scoffs, and one arm slinks around your midriff. “But I haven’t tried to drag her to a sciencell. It’s you I’m after, Z.”

a sigh echoed around the two of you.

“D—daddy…“ you wanted to beg him for his help. however, Guy was right there.

“Hear that, pal? That’s your daughter calling for you. If ya just show your ugly mug, I’ll let her go nice and easy.”

“What will you do with her if I don’t comply with these terms?”

blinking, you stare, incredulous. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. would he really not come to save you? “Daddy—”

“Sh, baby girl, the grown ups are talking.” Guy crooned, clapping a hand over your mouth and squeezing it tight. “You’re one evil bastard for even considerin’ not coming to get her, Z. If you don’t make your grand appearance, well hell, I might just have to be her new daddy.” Guy plants a fleeting kiss on your cheek since he’s leaned in close enough to whisper to the jewel. “Me and her are gonna have some fun.”

there’s a moment’s silence— one that you can’t even believe happens. why isn’t your father screaming? why isn’t he throwing out threats and demanding you be released this instant?

“Make your choice, Z. Ya gonna let the little thing become my new sex doll or are ya gonna turn yourself in?” there’s an edge to his voice, as if the silence is also frustrating him. he must’ve been expecting the same thing you were; maybe he didn’t really like the idea of using you as a hostage, either.

more silence.

you whined from behind Guy’s palm, tasting the saline sweat and the roughness of the healing callouses against his fingers.

“Princess, you know I love you,” your dad started and your heart sank. with wide eyes you screamed into Gardner’s hand, “but sometimes, we all must make sacrifices…”

Guy scoffed in disbelief, taking a subtle step back, “You gotta be shittin’ me,” he murmured more to himself, and spun you around so your back was against the bricks. then, the hand that was previously keeping you quiet slid down to grasp at your throat. with a pathetic croak, you reach up to dig your nails into his hand from either side. “Hey, Z. I’m about to shove my cock in your little girl’s throat so I’m gonna have to cut this call short, aight buddy? I just want you to hear one thing.”

“Green Lantern…” your father sounded impatient, as if he was desperate to get off the line before he could feel even an ounce of humiliation, but Guy ignores it. he leans in close to you again, breathing hot air against your lips as his grip tightens.

“Who’s your daddy now, sweetheart?”

you didn’t want to answer him. you gurgle for air, eyes big and glaring up at him, but when you realize he won’t ease up until he gets the answer he’s looking for, you mutter, begrudgingly, “Y—you are—“

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you.” Guy gives you a little shake by your throat, his thumb pressing hard against your windpipe and his olive eyes lock on to yours. “Who’s your daddy now?”

there’s a twinkle in his gaze when you whimper, your own flooding with fearsome subservience, and you croak out, “Y—you’re my daddy!”

did he like how scared you were?

“Damn straight.”

you felt the connection to your father cut, as if he’d finally had enough, and your eyes dimmed, before finally returning to their normal hue. he hadn’t wanted to hear anymore, obviously.

Guy uses the grip on your throat to drag you down the side of the brick wall until you’re slamming your knees against the rocky ground and wincing, staring up at him. “He— he’s going to show up,” you attempt to assure him, but he’s already reaching with one hand to unbuckle his belt. “He’s coming to save me, and if you do anything to hurt me, he’ll—“

“He’s not comin’, Princess.” he growls, cutting you off. he grips your face and tilts it up, running a rough thumb pad over your trembling lower lip. “You not hear him? He’s givin’ you to me so he don’t rot in a sciencell. I was even gonna let you go before, but now…” Guy trails off, dragging his thumb over your lip before pushing it into your mouth. you whimper, your tongue pushing back, and you try to shake your head, but he hooks it against the inside of your cheek, pushing your head back against the wall. “You had to go and look so cute when you were callin’ me daddy.”

“P—please…” you slur around his finger. “Please… just let me go… I won’t tell—“

“Shh,” Guy replaces his thumb with his first, two fingers, prodding deep to the back of your throat until you gag, helplessly blinking at tears welling in your eyes. “Daddy’s thinking.” his fingers pump in and out of your open mouth, forcing you to cluck and gargle, costing them in spit, as he watches. “Daddy’s thinking about how he’s gonna fit his big, thick cock in this pretty, little mouth of yours.” Guy’s free hand flees to his belt, unbuckling it skillful and quick, before focusing on his zipper. “Hell, I bet you’ve never had to suck cock a day in your spoiled life. You’d choke the whole time. You’re gonna need some serious training before I can play with you the way I really want to.”

Guy worms his leather boot in between your knees, pushing it flush against the crotch of your panties underneath your skirt so you’re sitting on his foot, and you mewl, squinting. you didn’t want to be, but the light rubbing of coarse leather against the thin lingerie had you dampening them in no time.

“You want daddy to be nice to you this time? Take it easy?”

there’s no way to escape him, and even if you tried, you knew he’d just catch you again. besides, you feared what the alternative to his niceties could be. so you nod, allowing your eyelashes, stuck together with tears, to flutter.

Guy groans, staring down at you, and pushes his fingers as deep as he could, dipping the tips into the back of your throat, staring down at you. you were drooling and crying, helpless. and he was so powerful, in complete control. “Ask me, real sweet.”

“P—pleas—“ it was difficult, to say the least, to sound out each word around his fingers, and simultaneously keep from gagging on them. “Please be nice— to me— daddy—!” you could feel saliva leaking out around his knuckles, dribbling down your chin, and you were humiliated. you’d never felt so dirty in your life.

Guy shimmies his jeans and underwear to his ankles, grabbing his monstrous cock at it’s girthy base to show you just how big he was. even his herculean fist, that he could wrap all the way around your neck, looked to be normal as he held on to the massive tool. he saw your eyes widen, gluing themselves to his cock, and he whistles. “I know, baby girl, it’s big, ain’t it?” pulling his other hand from your mouth, he slathers the already strong erection in the spit you’ve coated his hand in, before rubbing the length across your face. sputtering for air, you try to shy away from it, but Guy takes your hair at the roots and holds you in place, so he can smack the angry, red tip against your cheek, hard enough to leave you wincing and whimpering for him to stop. “I wanna see you struggle to suck me,” he murmurs, tugging your hair, “I bet even just the tip is bigger than you can comfortably handle. Open wide.”

you shook your head, trying to seal your lips together tight, but the power behind his pushing as he prods your reluctant mouth finally forces you to comply. you reach up, about to press against his thighs when the thick head stretches your mouth open and slips inside, but he takes both of them at the wrist and tucks them behind your back. “Don’t need these.” he snorts, gruffly, “Keep ‘em outta my way. If that’s all you can take, then you better start suckin’.”

you garbled your way through an incoherent thought, your hands balling into fists but you kept them behind your back, as obedient as you could be. at least he wasn’t trying to shove the whole thing in your mouth; the more your eyes tried to stare at the several inches protruding from your face, the dizzier you felt. the head was inside, just barely, and your lips were already stretched into a tight O, your tongue pinned to the floor of your mouth, and his thickness threatened to bulge your cheeks. trying your best to clamp your tiers into as tight a seal as you could, you suck in your cheeks and slurp. it’s beyond embarrassing, the sloppy sounds you made trying to suck Guy’s cock. you whined and mewled and squinted, bobbing your head to simply appease the beast of a man before you.

“Uhhuh,” he grunted, releasing your hair. one hand splayed against the wall to support himself, and he dipped his chin into his bolstered, rising chest to watch you, “that’s it, sweetheart. Keep doing it, just like that.”

you were staring up at his pleasured face, and you hoped he could feel every ounce of hate for the way his cock fit in your mouth you poured into your gaze, but you had a feeling he didn’t care. your brows knit together, and you moaned when he ground the toe of his shoe into your panties.

“That hot, little mouth sure is somethin’, you’re gonna fuck around and make me cum,” he hummed between ragged breaths, “I can’t wait to see how the rest of your holes feel stretched around me.”

Guy’s hips were twitching, but thankfully he didn’t use them to rock against your face and try to stuff you beyond your limit, but he did allow his hand to rest on the top of your head, keeping it in place while you sucked. “Use your tongue, little girl.” he hisses, closing his eyes, “Show me how bad you wanna swallow my load.”

you didn’t, that was the problem.

the last thing you wanted was for him to cum in your mouth; you didn’t want to taste the desire he held for forcing himself on you, but you couldn’t fight back. so, with all the strength you could muster, you push the tip of your tongue to tickle the sensitive underside of the twitching tip, until he howls in pure, sordid delight and comes undone.

regardless of whether or not you wanted it, he shot spurt after hot spurt directly into your mouth. you gagged when the warmth drizzled down into your throat, but it was clear when he murmured, “Swallow it.” that he wouldn’t be pulling out until you did.

obedient, albeit disgusted, you swallow, blinking fresh tears away, and your nails digging miniature crescents into your palms. “Nnn… Nnn…”

“There’s daddy’s good whore.” he purrs, catching his breath, and finally, pulls himself free of your mouth. there’s a flood of spit and cum that didn’t make it down your throat that oozes over your lips once he’s pried himself out, and you pant, sitting back on your butt against the rough ground. coughing, you consider forcing yourself to throw up, just so his damned warmth is out of your system. however, the strong hand that grabs your face and forces it up towards him again stops you. you find Guy squatting down to be as close to eye level as he could get with you. “As long as you play by the rules, I promise you’re gonna learn to like daddy’s games.”

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befuddled-calico-whump · 6 months

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Hand in Hand (part eleven)

cw: aftermath of whump, hospital setting, adult language

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Fleet soldiers come to collect him with weapons drawn and cuffs to replace his chains. They lift him from the bed and strap him to a stretcher, tight enough that he can barely move. Dan doesn't fight it.

They'll take him aboard and throw him in the brig. Probably interrogate him, probably transfer him to a place he has no hope of escaping once they're done. He doesn't care. Whatever they do to him, it can't be worse than Swift's ruthlessness and cold manipulation. Unlike her, the Fleet has rules.

He isn't so naive as to believe they actually follow those rules, but being an intergalactic organization puts them under a certain level of public scrutiny. And even if the Fleet-aligned public hate Dan, they won't be bold enough to condone his torture. He isn't safe, but he's safer. Wes is safer.

Maybe he can cut a deal with them. Comply and give them anything they want, in exchange for his friend's freedom. Something he'll never know again, but again, he doesn't care. He took his last breath of free air months ago.

He just has to hope they get to Wes in time.

The soldiers lift the stretcher, and he winces as the movement jostles his leg. He's barely left the bed at all since Swift dragged him away from Wes, and the few times he's been pulled from it have been agonizing. He's sure his leg is getting worse, not better. Is it bad enough now that it won't get better at all?

He can't linger on it. There's bigger things to worry about.

Like Wes.

Dan tries to get a look around as they carry him onto the ship and secure the stretcher, but he can barely lift his head.

"Where... where's my friend-- th-the other prisoner? Is he alive?"

He doesn't get a response. Fuck, he can't just not know. He needs to know that they have him, that they won't leave him behind.

"Please, give me an answer," he says, straining against the straps that hold him. "Just tell me you aren't leaving him, please."

"Shit, am I supposed to tell him something?" the soldier who speaks is talking to her teammate, not Dan, but he still picks up her whisper.

"Maybe it's best if we sedate him for the flight. I mean, it's Melchior."

Sedate him? No, they can't. Not until he knows Wes is okay. Not until he sees him being brought onboard. If they can't even promise him that, what does that mean? Is he dead?

"Don't, please, I just wanna know--"

But the soldiers only ignore him as one of them preps a needle.

And as much as he tries to fight it, Dan can't escape the drug as it pulls him under.

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He wakes to fluorescent light and a low ceiling, metal ringing his left wrist, connecting him to a hospital bed.

A ship. He's on a Fleet ship.

His leg has been heavily bandaged, and he can't feel it. They must've numbed the pain there somehow. For a moment, Dan just stares at the blanket, at his own hands. He isn't free. But isn't Swift. It isn't---

Realization hits him like a bullet and he shoots up, his head spinning and woozy as he looks around the room. Wes. Where...

It doesn't take long to spot him. The med bay is small, and there's only one other bed. Wes lies in it, asleep or unconscious. His skin looks even paler in this light, his many wounds a sharp contrast. He's hooked up to an IV bag. Dan is too, he realizes.

Wes looks awful, looks like he's in so much pain, but he's out. He's here, he's alive.

"Wes," Dan croaks, though he doubts his friend can hear him. Tears are building in his eyes, but for once they're falling in relief. Whatever comes next, whatever sentence he has to take from the Fleet, Swift can't touch them anymore. She can't hurt Wes anymore.

And he'll die before anyone else gets the chance to.

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles @shywhumpauthor @whumpsday @whumpacabra

#idk if ill write many more parts of this #it would be fun to explore because things will take a different turn due to Nabi not being involved #Jin and the rest will try to keep her away from the pair and since she doesn't know the state theyre in or how the rest of the crew reacts #she has no reason to seek them out #of course she might happen on something later and take a stand but it's not guaranteed #riotkings au #rescue #whump aftermath

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How Team Bucciarati would react to an Alien S/O 👾🛸

(So for context, the type of “aliens” I’ll be referring to are ones like Mikitaka in DIU (pic above), who look visibly human and have powers (like his shape shifting abilities) that don’t come from a stand. So you can’t see stands nor do you first know of them at first)

Mista

Would NOT take you seriously at all. He’d probably think that you were joking, and even when confronted with proof (not being able to see his stand/not knowing what a stand is) he’d still doubt you and assume it’s just your stand anyways.

I headcanon that Mista would still treat you similarly to how he did before, but would probably spend a good deal of time teasing you about it. after some time though he would honestly stop thinking about the possibility of you being an alien, especially if you stop bringing it up. It just seems too outlandish to him (even though they’re STAND USERS but anyways-)

Mista would also joke with the others about it too, thinking it’s funny how his tesoro/tesora calls themselves an “alien”. It wouldn’t be in a hurtful way though, just light jokes here and there.

Narancia

Contrary to Mista, he would probably be the easiest to convince. Narancia is child-like at heart and likes to see the best in people, so he wouldn’t think of it as a lie. He’s also a tiiiny bit gullible as well. It would still take a little convincing, but not much. Physically morphing yourself into various items would probably be enough to amaze/convince him. Although if you have a mischievous personality or have a history of pranking/lying to Narancia, he’d be less inclined to believe you and just assume that you were messing with him.

Once Narancia finds out, he’d think that it was the coolest thing ever! He wouldn’t feel weirded out, and would wanna tell the entire team about your powers. You guys would also spend a great deal of time pranking others with your powers.

Narancia would still treat you as he always did, but probably be more intrigued by your presence than ever. Expect to answer A LOT of questions about your life on your home planet, what you ate for food, what type of music is listened to on your planet, etc. These questions are pretty basic and wouldn’t be out of malice though, it’d be out of genuine curiosity.

Bruno

This will come as a surprise for some, but I think that with time Bruno would believe you. He is quite good at telling if a person is trying to fool him/lie to him, and seeing how you genuinely don’t know what a stand is, him picking up on your peculiar mannerisms, and how you are not lying to him while explaining that you’re an alien, he would believe you.

This would all still be hard to grasp for Bruno, though. He would probably try to process it on his own time, and won’t alert the other members of you being an alien as he feels like it isn’t necessary. It’d definitely take some time for him to get used to, but will still treat you as his wonderful little tesoro/tesora, especially once he gets a better understanding of your existence. He would also think that your abilities like shape shifting would be extremely important and useful to have on missions.

Expect Bruno to ask questions about life at your home planet as well. It’d probably be a little more complex, but he sees it as a way to bond with you, get to know you better and learn more about your previous life and upbringing.

Giorno

This is the one that would “probe” you with the most questions (hahah saw what I did there? ;D), but not for the reasons we’ve previously discussed. They may seem innocent, but Giorno is really trying to (gently) interrogate you. He’s trying to see if you’re telling the truth, or see if there are any inconsistencies in what you’re telling him. The questions will most likely be pretty complex, asking about the galaxies in space, exactly how long it would’ve taken you to arrive to this planet, etc.

Luckily you’re very familiar with this information, as you’ve seen many intergalactic things during your travels throughout space, so you’d be able to answer them correctly. Now at this point, if your shape shifting didn’t convince Giorno, your surprisingly high knowledge of space would.

Eventually Giorno would move on from it. Like, you being an alien definitely surprised him, but he just grows to accept that it’s a natural part of you. And that doesn’t change the way he feels about you. He’d also be quite fascinated about your knowledge of space, and could sit and listen to you talk about it all day.

Fugo

Would probably have the hardest time adjusting to it. Not because he’s bothered by it, but mainly because it’s a huge shock to him. He’d want to spend more time alone to wrap his head around the possibility of his partner being an alien. He will withdraw himself a little, but not on purpose. It’s mainly Fugo just trying to understand.

He would definitely still care for you, but would be thinking about your non-human identity in the back of his mind a lot. Like I said It’d take a while for Fugo to completely get used to. Once he does through, he’d be more along the lines of Bruno and ask you questions about your previous life as a way to connect with you and become more knowledgeable himself.

Once Fugo does become used to your newly-discovered identity, he’ll be very fascinated by you and your accounts of space. He’s very educated and knows a lot about science, but humans only know so much about other galaxies. Having a tesoro/tesora that is so educated on the universe around them is a huge plus for him. Fugo would definitely share his partner’s knowledge on space with other members of the group, but wouldn’t outright tell them that you’re an Alien. He’d find comfort in talking about these complex things with you, which helps you guys grow even closer.

Abbacchio

He’d straight up deny it at first. Kind of like Mista, his first instinct is to believe it’s absolutely impossible for Aliens to exist. You’d have to go out of your way with some solid evidence to prove that you’re an alien to him. If you manage to convince him, like all of the other members Abbacchio would have a huge moment of shock, but his shock would eventually settle down.

Abbacchio wouldn’t really think to tell the rest of the team you’re an alien, but if you happened to share some of your discoveries about space that you’d make he’d be very impressed and even compliment your intelligence in front of other members. He also wouldn’t pry you for questions often, as he’d feel that it was an invasion of privacy.

I could definitely see Abbacchio holding you in higher regard after, and like Bruno he may even think that some of your abilities are impressive to have on missions. But romantically, he’d still love you all the same

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deepdreamnights · 1 year

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Big (City) Foot

If we encroach on their habitats, they will have no choice but to encroach on ours.

Made utilizing a modified Clip Interrogator derived prompt. These images have not been extensively iterated or edited, as such they do not meet the minimal human expression threshold, and are in the public domain.

Prompt: bigfoot cossing a busy city street at night, inspired by Liam Wong, unsplash contest winner, vintage footage on tokyo streets, heroine japan vivid landscape, stock photo, in intergalactic japan, beautiful high resolution, japan 1980s, trending photo, iphone picture, ethnicity : japanese, city streetscape, purple lighted street, people at night, at nighttime

#unreality #midjourney #midjourney v5 #ai artwork #art by op #generative art #bigfoot #sasquatch #cryptid #cryptozoology #publig comdain images #public domain #free art

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mayday396 · 8 months

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"The Scientist and the Magician"

A Ship Dynamic I created.

Character A does Astronomy and works in a United States Space Force, and is a big fan of the Sci-fi genre, they would nerd out about Star Trek and Star Wars, as well the Science behind the Celestial Bodies around them, they have a Lawful Good Vibe while also having Millennial energy.

Character B is an Alien that has Star Magic, they travel in and out of Space, doing Intergalactic Mercenary Jobs and they hides out on Earth as a Professional Astrologer who keeps predicting the Right things because STAR MAGIC.They are basically a Magical Girl that has Chaotic Good vibe with Gen Z Energy.

One day "B" gets wrecked by an Opposing Alien Enemy and bumped into one of the USSF's Spacecrafts, they gets taken in and Questioned cause Alien invasion and all that shit, "B" ain't seating around and breaks out of Interrogation room and fights their way out.Then they meet "A" who was on his break drinking Coffee and watching Doctor Who on his Phone.

#story idea #story concept #original characters #alien x human #science fiction #science fantasy #astrology #astronomy #writing prompts #prompt #ship dynamics

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truths89 · 3 months

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Motion for Clarification

As a Sirian Delegate, Our shared reality is what I interrogate

This incarnation is a fact-finding mission Intergalactic laws have been prophylactic

But Earth exhibits an absence of existential obeisance; During a period of apparent convalescence

For an indictment, I gather evidence. Knowingly, arrogance begets ignorance

But it does not grant absolution, As there are levels of complicity amidst devolution.

The Cosmic Courts are epidemiologic and atomic; Accountability is an insurmountable inevitability

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featherisderp · 10 months

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I need more fuel for my obsession with these two, ya wanted asks for the Kirby anime? Gimme your headcanons for Sword and Blade! <3

hAhA!

These two are a little harder to instill HC's on because there's generally more information on them, but I have a little bit!

Sword and Blade had been friends for as long as either can remember, and although they aren't actually related, they see each other as close brothers. Both of them would die to defend the other.

When they met Meta Knight, they weren't really aware of the intergalactic war, just that their home had been destroyed. They learned after that Meta Knight was a Star Warrior. They felt the need to repay him for saving their lives, even when he initially refused. After leaning about the war, they had no issue with fighting against the one who had destroyed their home to begin with, alongside the one who had just saved them from one of that guy's monsters.

They were a bit off put by Meta Knight at first, and even after they had known him for years, they didn't know much about him personally. They became close friends, and he finally let them in on some things, such as friends he lost in the war, but would leave out details. They became very quickly aware from there that this was an incredibly personal fight for him.

After arriving on Dreamland, they had already known most of the basics surrounding his history in the army, granted, he hasn't told them where he grew up or how he ended up involved. They didn't question it, since they were both aware it was a sensitive topic. They helped with the Halberd and keeping it a secret, sometimes staying up a few nights at a time.

They worry about Meta Knight's health, and will occasionally bother him to get rest when he's hurt, but they won't do much. They care, but they have a high amount of respect for him. Although if it's bad enough, they won't hesitate at all to force him to rest. They know he's blind but not that he ever even had wings, but they know about Galaxia and don't know what to think. On one hand, she's a talking sword, on the other, Meta Knight had told them that contacting her would result in then being electrocuted. That was the first thing he told them about her. Lovely introduction.

They appreciate Tiff and Tiff's concern for Meta Knight, but are off put but Tiff's questioning habit. She doesn't like not knowing things and they're painfully aware of that, so they try to keep Meta Knight's bad habits and injuries a secret, from her especially. They've saved Meta Knight from an interrogation or two. They both find Kirby and the Waddle Dees enjoyable to be around, and enjoy socializing in cappy town when they get the chance.

They also know by now that Meta's an awkward burrito man, although they'd never dare say it to him.

#kirby #nintendo #hal laboratory #kirby right back at ya #answered asks #answered #ask #They're very respectful #And they'd die to defend Meta Knight #Gud bois

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definitely-not-leda · 2 years

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Making The Force Awakens be like:

Disney: "Okay, so... What do you got?"

Them: "It's gonna be freakin' awesome. Just imagine. Here's the background: an intergalactic war, because the Republic was taken over by the evil empire with its even more evil leader, and his evil darksider apprentice, who wears a scary helmet. And of course, there's a resistence, who are the good guys. And for story: no-name orphan from a desert planet finds a cute droid that has very important data for the rebel alliance, but was separated from its owner on its way to home due to the intervention from the evil darksider and his stormtrooper army. Former owner got taken into evil custody for interrogation.

Desert orphan realises they have the Force and must become a jedi, even though there are no more jedi left, bc evil darksider slaughtered them. Desert orphan teams up with Han Solo, a smuggler, and his best friend, Chewbacca, a wookie and board the Millenium Falcon, which is the fastest ship in the galaxy, even though it's very old. While confronting the evil darksider in the middle of his huge ass star destroyer weapon planet thingy, he kills desert orphan's old mentor dude who btw had a very meaningful (I'm thinking like, family) relationship with the evil darksider in his youth. And then, of course, they blow up the huge ass star destroyer weapon planet thingy with the help of the rebellion. Kick ass story, right?"

Disney: "Isn't this... the story of A New Hope?"

Them: "No, no, no, it's totally different! The desert orphan jedi..... IS A GIRL!"

Disney: "Omg, genius."

#the force awakens #a new hope #star wars #rey #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #han solo #chewbacca #poe dameron #bb8 #r2d2 #leia organa #star wars saga #sequels #disney

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canttouchthis87 · 1 year

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Dramione / Rated M / Ao3

“I see you in my dreams,” she said the words like they were a song, blinking as though trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind. “In the moments before I wake. I see castles and spaceships and pastures. And every time, I see you. I wondered how long it would be until we met this time.”

Chapter one posted to Ao3

#dramione #dramione fan fiction #science fiction #draco x hermione #harry potter fanfic

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Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 3

Carol Danvers x Reader

Masterlist | This work's masterlist | AO3

Summary: Kamala resorts to an old friend of yours for help, things are more complicated than expected.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 1086

Emergency Contact

Every day that week feels about the same, Kamala takes you to an empty conference room and asks you questions almost as if it was an interrogation. By the end you have had enough of it, "I’m sorry, officer, can you put me under arrest already?"

The girl looks up from her tablet. "What, no! Although Fury did say you’re not allowed to leave the compound," she says with a nervous smile. "Listen," she notices your antsy state, "I know that this is probably very uncomfortable for you, you’ve just been through a lot and I can’t imagine what it must be like,"

"I’ll say," you murmur under your breath.

"But I know you, even if you don’t remember me, I want to help you because I care about you." The amount of sincerity in her eyes is undeniable.

You take a deep breath, "Alright."

"Let's go through some questions to assess the state of your memory," she continues, "what day is it?"

"I don't fucking know."

"Place of birth?"

"You don't need to know that."

"I already know, it's on the tablet- date of birth?"

"Do you at least have any more pertinent questions?" you say, crossing your arms.

"Okay," she takes it as a challenge, "who's the King of Asgard?"

"Thor," you answer, as if it was obvious. Kamala remains silent, maintaining eye contact, "He's not?" you ask, puzzled.

"It was a trick question, it is now known as New Asgard and it is ruled by King Valkyrie." Her tone is smug.

"King Valkyrie, as in Val? How did that happen?"

"It's a long story- wait, you know her?"

"Yes," you respond with confidence.

"Will you talk to her?" There's excitement in her voice.

"Sure," you say, hoping to finally see a familiar face. Kamala starts to run out of the room when your voice stops her in her tracks, "I’m not doing one of those intergalactic calls, they say they're encrypted, but I know they're not! Bring me the real thing and I'll speak with her."

Kamala goes to a separate room to call King Valkyrie, news about the ambush had spread all over the universe but your state wasn't exactly public information so she takes the time to explain what happened.

"Wait, how long ago was Paris?" The King inquires, Kamala shows her the device with the mission information, "We hadn't met then." There's a frown on Valkyrie's face.

"So you met when you were already King?" The girl asks, finding the timeline difficult to follow.

"No, before that, but not 'Paris' long ago, she also mentioned Belova? She didn’t join the team until recently."

"And Monica. She said something about a house in Louisiana, too," she says, looking into the distance.

"That could be a different house," The King responds, emphasizing the word 'could'.

"You think so?" Kamala asks, unsure.

"I hope so."

"Well she seemed kind of happy to talk to you, will you do it?" she requests, pleading with her eyes.

"I don't know, little Marv, there's something strange going on with her, you should speak with Carol." Her voice is full of kindness and concern.

Kamala sighs, "Carol isn't speaking with anyone at the moment."

"I see, do you know where she is?" The King seems extremely level headed for the situation she's witnessing.

"'Home,' she said." Kamala repeats The Captain’s words.

"I'll give her a call, then," Valkyrie says with a sad smile.

Kamala goes back to the conference room but when she doesn't find you, she goes to your room. "So it seems King Valkyrie will not be able to come talk for a while," she says with disappointment.

"Aw bummer, I was beginning to think I would get to go home soon." She can't tell if you're being sarcastic and neither can you.

"Tell me about this home of yours." Her voice trying to sound nonchalant.

"It's a quaint little home, big yard, beautiful porch."

Kamala is trying to hide how she's freaking out inside, hearing an exact description of the home you used to share with Carol, "Anything else?" She puts on her best poker face.

"It's got four walls and a roof." It comes out a little aggressive, you don't know what she's getting at.

"Right, okay, I'll see you tomorrow." She leaves as quickly as possible.

You feel a little bad about it, maybe you were too harsh to her, but this whole situation is making you start to lose the little mind you have left and sarcasm is the best way you know to deal with it.

You wake up in a dark room, a couple of men in black, full-body armor holding you down to a metal table as a third one injects something into your neck, you try to fight it but your eyes begin to close again.

When you come back to your senses you’re in the compound. You jolt up confused and frustrated by what you saw and decide to call Kamala.

"This is Kamala Khan," she picks up a lot faster than you expected. You become paralyzed on the other end of the line, you can feel the neurons in your brain trying to connect unsuccessfully, "Hello?" she insists.

"Kamala Khan of Jersey City," your voice is barely audible. The girl gasps with excitement and tells you she's on her way, the reason why you called all but forgotten.

You both sit on your provisional bed trying to work out what you remembered. "You're Kamala Khan of Jersey City, I know you," you say, almost giving yourself a headache from how hard you're thinking.

"Yeah, you do!" There’s a big smile on her face.

"How do I know you?" You begin to share her excitement.

"We've worked together," she responds carefully, not wanting to say something she's not allowed to.

"What have we worked together on?"

Kamala thinks for a moment, "We stopped an evil lady from destroying several planets."

Your brain is overheating at this point, "Which planets?"

"Tarnax, Earth, Aladna-"

"Aladna! I know Aladna, lot of water." Kamala hums in agreement, "They sing and dance, Prince Yan!" Kamala seems captivated by your process, "Very handsome guy," you add.

"Anything else you might remember about him?" There's hope in her voice, you shake your head, "He got married some time ago."

"He did? I don't know anything about that."

"Hmm, okay," she says, disappointed.

"Did he get married to me?" Your voice panicked.

"No, no, no! Let's move on from that." Relief washes over you.

Chapter 4

Tell me all your thoughts!

Tags: @graniairish @thelittleliars @carols-photonblast

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#carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #carol danvers angst #kamala khan #valkyrie

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aceontheline · 8 months

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Way of the Friends (Part 1)

Context: This is Maeve. My OC. She is responsible for intergalactic shipments of numerous supplies. Things like food, fresh water, weaponry, etc. On this particular day, she needed to go to Mobius and deliver some food and water to survivors of the Eggman Empire invasion that had occurred.

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T//W: Character Death

Landing onto Mobius for the first time ever, the planet itself looked like it was in the middle of repair. I saw the devastation of the damages & walked along to a base. Delivering my usual packages to the armies of men and women was an easy feat. The only thing was distributing everything as equally as possible. Thankfully, the blue blur, Sonic, was there to help me out. He and I came up with a plan and gave resources to everyone that needed them... With the exception of the eggheaded scientist himself. Speaking of which, I hadn't taken into account just how spiteful this man really was. Just was I was walking back to my ship... It was in ruins. Everything was destroyed. My other shipments I had to make, the ship itself. It was all just ashes and scrap metal. I rushed back to the Sonic crew, panicking over the state of my ship. The two tailed fox boy, Tails, came with me to assess the damage. He saw everything in shambles & put a hand on my shoulder. He told me that it was possible to fix, but he wasn't sure if he could get it to my industry's standards.

"I understand. You don't have to do that though. I wouldn't want you to overwork yourself like that" I said blankly, just picking up pieces.

"You're okay to just crash here then? What about your job and future shipments?" Tails asked, actually concerned.

"I'll just have to explain what happened to my superior. I'll probably get fired, but I don't really know what else I can do here" I reply, my head hanging low.

Tails saw my sunken look on my face & asked me if I wanted to head to his lab and get a full breakdown of how he could try to fix my ship. I agreed and followed him there, calling my superior... Or "Former superior". I sighed and hung up right when we got to his place. Tails asked me if I had just gotten fired based on what he overheard. I nodded, with him placing a sympathetic hand on my shoulder, apologizing for what happened. He then asked if I even wanted to bother fixing it.

"Maybe another time. Right now though, maybe I just need a walk and some time to myself" I reply.

Tails agrees and he sends me on my way. I take a walk across all of Mobius and come up with a plan to exact my revenge against the culprit responsible. Thing is, Sonic and his buddies all had a moral code. Me? Not so much. I was pretty much as neutral as you could get. On my person, I had enough poison to kill a person and a few knives. These were all for aggressive clients, more so for self defense reasons in case things went awry in solo deliveries. So, I took a moment to enact my plans. I knew who Dr. Eggman was after some interrogation was done, and I found his base along my walk.

The plan was to figure out a way to remotely shut off Eggman's robots and cameras all at the same time, so I couldn't be seen or heard entering the base. Then, to put the poison in his water or whatever he ate//drank before going to bed. Once Eggman left for the day to go do his usual shenanigans of trying to take down Sonic, it all became easy.

I managed to sneak in through the vents unscathed and then I figured out the password with a hacking type device an old friend gave me. I shut down everything all at once, and I had a limited time to act. It was odd because after I was done putting the poison in things, I needed to turn all the devices back on and leave through the same way I came in quickly. As if nothing was touched. I felt my heart racing as I went through his kitchen and let poison absorb in just about everything. His water, his food, and even his mustache care supplies. I put a small amount in whatever I could, then turned on his devices and left. Mission success, as far as I'm concerned.

The next day, I was already hearing whisperings that Eggman had passed in his sleep. I didn't take any credit for it because if I did, it meant that I would have to confess to my "crimes". Basically attributing it to "random" occurrence. Everyone else was trying to figure out what to do, while I was just going for a walk by myself again. I had to think about how it was that I was going to settle in this environment. How I was going to live, build a house... Anything. Eventually, I found a nice plot of land that I wanted to use. I gathered building supplies and placed everything around the perimeter in preparation to build. Then suddenly realizing I had no help. I walked all around and only one person was willing to help. A red echidna by the name "Knuckles". He said he wanted to help because he could sense that I didn't really have any clue what I was going to do.

"So, I assume that you and I are just gonna build this house until it's done? So nose to the grindstone?" I ask.

"Yeah. That's just how we get stuff done around here. Any ideas how you want your house to look?" Knuckles asks in reply.

"Probably just a single floor. 2 bedrooms, a nice bathroom, a living room and a kitchen. That's it" I say, drawing out a crude sketch of some blueprints.

Knuckles asked if I heard anything about Eggman being dead. I shrugged and said that since I was new here, I didn't know who he was. He explained that Eggman was basically a villain to the world and that he seemed hellbent on attacking Sonic and friends. While all this was happening & Knuckles was telling me stories, we were getting pretty far along with the house's foundation. A pink girl hedgehog named Amy saw us building away and asked what we were doing. I told her that I couldn't get back to my home planet, since I don't have proper transport, so this was my home now. She got stars in her eyes after seeing our progress, asking if she could help. "Aw, why not?" I say, showing her my blueprints. She seemed more than willing to help with interior decorating and designing, so to let us know once we were on that step.

Knuckles asked her if she'd also be willing to get us some food, considering it had been a while since either of us had eaten. Amy nodded, leaving for now and promising to bring us back some healthy food. We thanked her as she walked off to her own place.

Sonic walked by and saw our slow but steady progress, also agreeing to help. He grabbed a hammer and went ahead building some more, in a somewhat speedy and calculated manner. After some point or another, we all stopped for the night. Amy came back and gave us all some sandwiches & a light dessert. She seemed happy that Sonic was around, so we all stayed around and talked for a while.

"Wait. I just thought. My place isn't done yet. I need a bed to sleep on at least" I say, scratching my head.

The others didn't really offer much in terms of refuge, so I went looking around for a place to stay for the night. That's when... I saw him. He seemed so calm and serene, his voice so soft and low as he meditated. I didn't want to bother him much, so I at least waited around the area until he was done. Once his eyes opened, he jumped a bit, seeming frightened. I apologized for scaring him and briefly told him my situation.

"So, you're new here. Interesting. What's your name?" the boy asked, his eyes gazed upon me.

"Maeve. Most of my friends just call me 'Mae' or 'Vee' though. What's your name?" I ask.

"Espio. I'm part of a detective agency called the Chaotix. Speaking of which, they're probably worried. I'm not usually out this late meditating. It was nice to meet you, Vee" Espio replies, smiling at me softly as he walks away.

I don't know if it was his voice, his demeanor, or what... But something about him made me feel safe. I decided to follow him, only because I was curious about him. He only gave brief answers about himself, then he arrived at his doorstep. A large crocodile and a small bee boy answered the door. They questioned who I was. Espio looked back to me, stating that I was a new friend. He asked if I could stay the night, as I had no place of my own quite yet. They seemed apprehensive until I said I could provide breakfast in the morning as repayment. They introduced themselves properly. The bee was Charmy & the croc was Vector. I smile in a friendly way and introduced myself in the same way I did to Espio.

Espio and I took refuge on the couch in the main room, talking for a little while longer. I found out that he was a ninja and had some excellent abilities based on the stories he told me. I told him a little bit about my former job and what got me here. Espio recalled that I delivered some pretty delicious food to Mobius, so he was looking forward to whatever I had to offer in the morning for them to eat. I chuckled, twirling my hair a bit. I fell asleep just shortly after Espio did. He took refuge on the floor for the night while I had the couch. Feeling a little bad, I begged him to swap places with me but he refused.

"As our new friend, you deserve better, Vee" Espio said with a soft smile & tired voice.

I felt the heat of me blushing rise to my cheeks. He chuckled, falling asleep.

Still feeling wary of my environment, I looked up at the stars for a little while, making a wish or two. Nothing too fancy, like returning to my home planet. Just some simple, baseless things like new clothes or something. I laid back down on the couch softly, as to not wake Espio & fell asleep.

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#sonic fanfiction #oc x canon

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swan-orpheus · 2 years

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Hello there! Has your opinion on Karn changed at all? You gave some good analysis on him a couple of episodes ago, so I’m just wondering if you feel the same way about him now.

He certainly spoke up this episode and doubled-down on his, for lack of a more intergalactic term, ultra-Nationalist and anti-Rebel stance. (I did not expect Dedra to take him seriously despite a lot of the theories out there simply because the Imperial hierarchy is unforgiving. Without his uncle, Syril Karn would likely not have found a "proper" job again. He was effectively blacklisted after the incident on Ferrix.)

I at first wondered why he held so tightly to his view of the system considering how unfairly he felt that he had been treated and how quickly he crumbled when Cassian pointed a gun to the back of his head. I was viewing Syril as less of a political idealist than as a pretty self-absorbed person who would ultimately choose to save his own skin. Except that being a solider or part of the Imperial machine has clearly been a fantasy/dream of his since he was a child judging by the action figures in his old room and his predilection for high collars mirroring Imperial uniforms. Cassian represents failure to him and he will not release his grip on that fantasy without a fight. The ISB interrogation room clearly did not intimidate him. If anything he looked excited. There was a trace of a smile on his face when Dedra was leaving. (I “love” how Syril gets a slap on the wrist and a gold star for wasting ISB time and meanwhile Cassian is being freaking tortured for walking.)

I reckon Dedra might get desperate and come looking for him again as a) I do not see what else they intend to do with him unless they are going to mirror his arc with Cassian's and b) I doubt that he is going to find anything relevant sifting through Fuel Purity data but who knows.

The reason that I mention Dedra is because Bix knows nothing. She has no idea where Cassian is and does not know Luthen's identity, and without him being on a database, how could she possibly identify "Axis" even with a physical description ? And even if she did and everyone was in the system (which of course we know that they are not since both Cassian and Jyn manage to change their identities without much apparent difficulty and their computers seem pretty archaic) where would you even start to look? Then again, Syril knows even less so...

Here is what I mean by Syril's arc mirroring Cassian's. They are both in prisons, of a sort, though obviously Cassian's is a lot nastier being an actual prison. Cassian, as we know, is going to bust out of there with Melshi (and perhaps others). We see them both together in Rogue One. Syril being Syril is going to find an excuse to raise the alarm again, so to speak, and thus will get out of that job, i.e. out of his own prison one way or another either because someone takes him seriously or he is fired/gets into trouble again. It is clear that he is obsessed with finding Cassian above all else, even perhaps the rules, and is not going to stop. I just do not see him staying at the Bureau. He clearly feels that it is beneath him and his skill set and wants to do something that he feels holds deeper significance.

I hope that that answered your question. I like showing how I arrive at an idea even if it is a little meandering. :)

#star wars #andor #andor spoilers #cassian andor #syril karn #asks #i hope that this made sense #i think that he is going as far as he can #he is clearly obsessed #with what he believes is his due #i love my mum's title for Syril as 'an officious little prick'

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