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hutahuta · 5 months

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Desparate to get away from a creep that been harassing you, you rush to pavia despite not knowing each other yet saying he is your boyfriend what will he do? Plsss?

P.AGE OO.4 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

GN ! Reader — <3

this is probably gonna be long, who knows. i'm writing before i even started LMAO <3

edit; i dont like the way i wrote this idk,, maybe i'm getting a little self conscious of my writing and jdskkdkdkd i'm so sorry.. ;;

thank you sweetie, ilysm for requesting (๑´ ˘ `๑)

Running to safety hasn't always been your only option. Mostly because your friends encouraged you to carry weapons for your own safety, especially in these streets where you can competently get snatched, stabbed, mugged or any of the sort. In this era? Please. You think people could afford low quality security cameras, with a high price?

Weak hands trembled as you kept insisting that your time was not worth being spent on someone who was firm on the decision that you must simply travel with them to see the city's night scenery.

It's been at least 15 minutes at most with you trying to brush aside him or trying to speed walk out of the way, hoping he wouldn't go bother someone else but at least spare you the chance to get away.

Infuriating.

Fortunately, you were not the gullible sort. Whether you've encountered this for the first time, or you've experienced such shuddersome and nightmarish situations for god knows how long, it doesn't matter. None of this is fucking okay.

And you knew that.

Loathsome hands traced the outer space around your bare back, and much to your disgust, it was unbearable to not break their hand as of this second. You had to wait, just so you could still walk with said person and hopefully get the chance to outrun them when you see a nearby crowd flocking up to the nearest street.

' Come, I insist. '

' You've ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout. '

' Aren't you being stubborn? This is what I get for being a nice guy.. What's so bad 'bout someone tryna' treat you out? '

The same shit you'd hear time n' time again. It isn't always the easiest, especially when you'd think he'd carry a weapon on him just in case.

Think, be smart.

Ah, up just ahead, a crossroad catered towards the corner of your eye. Your head didn't turn around too quick, but you'd have seen the elderly couple steadily cross the walk just then. Following suit, a flock of crowds parked themselves up just ahead to watch the physical activities boarded up for their enjoyment.

Fuck.. Okay. Pace yourself.. Three, two, -

Before you knew it, you dashed immediately.

Wind blew and slashed against your face as you carried your burning legs as fast as you could. You didn't know what the hell this freak carried on him and you weren't planning on finding out either.

The crowd proved no use, as he could manoeuvre his way around, shouldering past people aggressively with the occasional loud grunt you can surely figure out that it etched from him.

Dammit, alright. It's fine. It's totally fucking fine, right? You couldn't tell where you were going. You crossed and turned at every corner, and just beyond your reach —..

Stood a man near the corner shop that sold the usual cigarettes and loaded beverages. Stuff that you'd only resort to having when your shift at work really sucked.

White to black hair, black sunglasses with a lavender shirt that had intricate patterns, but not interesting enough to pay too much attention to as of this time.

Please, for whatever God is out there. Offer you some strength. Fortunately, he was quick to stop you in your tracks by halting his hand in front of you, like how one would halt a nearby bus to indicate you're about to get on. However, he essentially demanded your entire body be impacted against his hand. Regardless, it made you panic in a hurry but your uneven breathing made it impossible to speak coherent sentences.

Pretty sure if you saw someone crying and running away like your life depended on it, wouldn't you stop by to help? Pavia was a mercenary, and a merciless one at that, but he wasn't entirely soulless.

' Now, where are you running off to in such a hurry? ' He had an accent. A lollipop stuck between his lips. What is it? Cherry? Strawberry?

Words. Just use words.

' Help, please.. Creep. Following. Behind me. ' Behind your uneven breaths, and horrid panting that caused a crack in the tone of your voice, he seemed to understand.

Or, somewhat get it. If it's anything staining this world, it's filth like this random person trying to inflict damage on innocent people like you who are just trying to get by their day. You look innocent to him. Exhausted, but innocent. Like a little lamb fleeing the slaughterhouse.

If it's one thing he hates, it's seeing the poor souls who resemble the innocence he once had. The chance that they could have to flee themselves from trauma, is the chance I believe Pavia would be willing to give. He must despise seeing the fear inside eyes that used to resemble his own when he was tucked away from the rest of society, forced to grumble under nothing but the deafening silence within the basement of his aunt's home after wailing out apologies and horrid voice cracks just to plead for his own freedom.

So. Seeing yours is no different.

Regardless, you do know the impact of you being outside.. especially during the evenings where it's dark and the sky turned into a murky ocean blue haze, gradients shifting darker by the hour and minute..

Gripping onto his shirt, your pleas to beg him to act as someone you might be familiar with, or perhaps even wear the stalker off with claiming that he is your temporary boyfriend, might strike something within Pavia..

Standing still, you rested yourself against his steady arm, holding you in place. Swiftly, he moved you against the wall, whispering a soft 'Then forgive me.' And yet, here were the thudding footsteps of your attacker. With a quiet look on your face, he stepped out of the shadow, amidst his hounds that surrounded his feet by seconds.

You couldn't believe it??

' Problem, amico? ' Resonated that voice of his, something to admire. Glistening under such beautiful moonlight, you could tell how the silver lining had outlined the steel plate of the metal cutting into the familiar shape of a pistol embedded within his pocket.. Huh- Shit— was he dangerous too? You only needed protection, not some bloodied out battle to settle for your freedom?? You're not looking to go to jail this early, anyways.

' I sincerely hope that you aren't getting aquatinted with my.. beloved? Huh? Lest I take that pretty little tie of yours to add into my collection. Divertente~ '

You didn't ask for his name, but your slender hands placed itself on his shoulder, still unable to catch your breath beneath these minutes that were unbearably silent to surpass.

Behind him, your body rested upon his, one hand eagerly coiled warmly against his waist like vines on a old pillar.

The stranger didn't wish to be aquatinted with you in any sort at first, but he was a playful hound of a man. With eyes that looked at you, then back at your stalker. Maybe talking with you a little more after this wouldn't hurt, right?

' You know, amico. ' He approached.

' There is something quite thrilling to have the echoes of thuds of dead bodies fall flat against the surface when you hear that deadly gunshot linger in the back of your head, huh.. You know, my boss tried the same thing. '

And yet, it feared him in some way. Your eyes replicated that of a lost puppy. Those puffy cheeks, reddened and exhausted from running ever so much, oh my.. Something sparked inside of him.

Compared to his gaze, that had his pupils dilated so small, it reflected insanity upon them. He whispered a quiet ; ' I suggest you surrender before it gets ugly? aha.. '

All it took—; was the slow movement of his slender, yet ringed hands to reach into his lower pocket-

And by the second.

They left. You heard grumbled apologies.. and shuffling. But that was mostly it.

The stranger dressed in purple didn't bother to turn to look back around at you to see if you're alright or not, but there was a smirk on his face. A smile on it that he could only turn his head to the side which he could witness your breathing slowly starting to become tolerable; that lollipop twirled itself around his fingers.

Maybe a factor of it played into it because he just saved you, but some part of you could tell a fraction of him enjoyed teasing you with his playful gaze. As if you knew what he were to already say.

The public here avoid trouble but when they see terrible news on the media, they flock together like birds to ready themselves into war. It's nearly impossible to fight against society's norms, but you suspect that's why nobody but him offered such help.

And you were lucky.

Seems like it won't be the only time you'd meet this stranger by the looks of it. He said nothing more than patting your shoulder softly, then moving back inside the building.

Pavia wouldn't be the best at trying to offer comfort but he knows better than anybody else on how events like these tend to fuck you over. The shit people put up with on a daily basis makes him want to spit on lowly people for even thinking they have the right to breathe the same air as you.

Pavia merely reached his hand towards your trembling figure. He seemed to contemplate whether it was a good choice to get to know you, but under these circumstances, that stalker could still be lingering about. What better to do than to have him offered to sit beside you until you feel safe to go on your own again.

After all, maybe it's the safest option..

And who knows? You'll become acquainted with this stranger soon enough with time.

#reverse 1999 #pavia #pavia reverse 1999 #reverse #pavia x reader #paviarev1999 #r99 pavia #reverse 1999 pavia #imsorryifthissucksass #i love you all wwwjwjwj 😞💔💔

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questforgalas · 4 months

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So, it’s pretty well understood or accepted that sometimes traveling through hyperspace takes hours, perhaps even a few days, to do. Hopping around the Outer Rim isn’t nearly as quick as the briefs may imply. That’s a lot of time to pass, and especially for a group like the Batch who had their finite space on the Marauder to call home, entertainment options were limited.

Hence how the crack vision of the Batch executing a D&D campaign has warped into my brain. Tech tried to be DM the first time, but his campaign became so intricate and complicated that even he had a hard time keeping track of it, so it was actually Wrecker who took the DM reins next. His carefree attitude and large imagination laid the groundwork for some outlandish scenarios, and he loved watching his brothers completely clock out of soldier-mode and let their minds run free.

Hunter was a ranger (of course), Tech was a paladin because he liked the challenge of keeping his oath while navigating Crosshair’s his brothers’ antics, Crosshair was a sorcerer with an affinity for lightning magic, and once Echo joined, that sweet thing was a cleric.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo

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tkwrites · 7 months

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Photo is my own

Love Me Gently - Quinn Hughes x ofc

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn Hughes x Original female character

Warnings: smut (18+ only), fingering (m on f), handjob (f on m)

Summary: Early on in their relationship, Quinn and Sarah have their first really sexual encounter, and learn about each other along the way.

Word count: 1,900

Comments: I see a lot of hard love in the world. A lot of extremes. Name calling and other kinds of degrading things. I realize this is a kink for some, and absolutely no shade if that's your thing. I just want to drop in another option: that it's okay if that's not something you want. It's okay to like and want gentleness, even if it seems a little boring on the surface.

As before, this is a snapshot with the same characters in no particular order.

Love Me Gently

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

Sarah angled her hips closer to his. She was in Quinn’s lap, kissing him and kissing him. He’d been gone for the past week, and she didn’t realize how much she would miss him until he wasn’t there.

Now, he was back, and they were making out on his plush suede couch she was sure cost more than her car.

This was the first time he’d invited her over without any pretense. No, "want to come up for a drink?" or "I’m going to cook you dinner." Just, “Come over.”

The whole situation - the fact that he wanted to see her as much as she did him, and how handsome he looked with the scruff he let grow while he was gone, and that he kissed her as soon as he’d opened the door to his apartment, and the way his hands were roaming, traveling all over her, leaving hot trails in their wake - made her whole body feel like it was on fire.

They hadn’t slept together yet, despite dating for almost six weeks. It hadn’t really come up. With his busy schedule, she thought he would be a third date kinda guy, but it seemed he was happy to wait until she was ready.

Her body was telling her she was ready. Screaming it from the rooftops.

Desire pulsed and ached between her legs. As they were currently bracketing his hips, she couldn’t squeeze them together for friction. So she did the next best thing and pressed her hips tightly against his, rocking gently to ease some of the sexual frustration snapping through her veins.

A low groan filtered up his throat that had her temperature raising another few degrees.

God, she felt so good pressed up against him like that.

Quinn didn’t like to push in new relationships, always respecting the women he was with to let him know then they were ready, but he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't get some kind of release.

Her hand slid down his chest and stomach (his shirt had been discarded almost immediately), and Quinn felt his muscles quiver and his dick get harder at the thought of her touching him. Soon enough, her hand was over the bulge in his sweats, cupping him gently, and making him feel like he might set fire to everything in the room.

“Can I?” she whispered.

He nodded, "yeah."

Her hand slipped into his pants, and he let his head fall against the back of the couch with a groan. He had dreamt of her so many nights on the road trip, his subconscious mind unwilling to focus on anything else.

As her soft fingers wrapped around him, she continued to grind her hips against his.

He made his arms move, even though he felt paralyzed with pleasure. He wanted to return the favor so badly. Kissing Sarah was - kissing her was heaven, but he wanted to rocket her into outer space.

“Can I?” he asked, tucking his fingers behind the button of her jeans.

“Please,” her voice was a breathy moan that made his hair stand on end. He filed the sound into the box of things he never wanted to forget.

He deftly flicked open the button and drew down the zipper to give himself more room. Her underwear was green and smooth, but he couldn’t see more. Pausing to shimmy her out of her pants seemed like too much work, so he slid his hand beneath her clothing, fingers seeking. Her skin was hot and, when he found the apex of her thighs, so wet. Had he done this to her? The thought made him a little dizzy.

When he pressed his fingers against her, overstimulation, verging on pain, shot through her, and Sarah couldn’t stop the squeak from escaping her mouth, the way her hips jumped back to stop the pain, or the grimace that overtook her face.

Quinn immediately pulled away, “did I hurt you?” His chest felt hollow at the very prospect. The first time he’d really touched her and he hurt her?

“I…” she took a deep breath, readjusting her hand around him. A bolt of electricity shot up his stomach that he tried to ignore.

“My clit is really sensitive,” she said quietly, as if it was something to be ashamed of. “I like it gentle.”

"Okay."

Gentle. He could be gentle. Bringing his fingers back to her slick folds, he grazed and stroked, keeping his touch light.

Had other women he’d been with felt like this? He hoped they hadn’t and just been too afraid to tell him.

Her hand began sliding over his length again, and he had to divide his concentration - half on how good she felt wrapped around him, and the other half on keeping his touch light against her.

“Okay?” he asked.

In response her head tipped forward, eyes fluttering closed, mouth open, breath panting in rhythm. Sarah gulped and nodded, “yes.”

Relief washed through him.

He was mesmerized watching her face. A pink hue had flushed her skin, and she glowed like a goddess. Like that, the available part of his brain sifted through thoughts, trying to remember from his Greek mythology class. Like that woman - something of Troy - who launched a thousand ships to war over her beauty. Quinn would gladly wage a war for Sarah if she asked.

As Sarah touched him, she hoped she was doing it the way he liked.

“Good?” she asked, tightening her grip a fraction.

“So good," he groaned, "You feel so good.”

After a few more minutes, Sarah felt like she might explode - combust into a thousand tiny pieces. “I’m close,” she whispered.

His fingers immediately sped up, pressing a little harder.

“No,” the word fell out of her mouth like a lament.

Quinn’s eyes snapped open, “what? What’s wrong?”

Her eyes were screwed shut in concentration as if she was trying to remember something that had just escaped her mind.

“You sped up,” she said, muscles relaxing, finally resigned to the fact that her high had ebbed away.

His fingers stopped all together “I thought,” he gulped, “I thought that’s what you needed?” He felt like a fool. He’d done this before. Women liked when you sped up or pressed harder to get them off. Didn’t they?

She shook her head, and looked into his eyes. Her expression was gentle, but he felt like he’d just been socked in the stomach.

“Men like that usually,” she said, her hand slowing to a gentle stop. The pressure of his impending release escaped, and his body sagged.

“I’m sure some women do too, but I like a steady rhythm. If you speed up, or press harder, or go nuts, the feeling just goes,” she made a blooming gesture with her free hand, “poof.”

Sarah saw the moment competitive determination came into Quinn’s expression.

He nodded and reset his mental game plan. He was an athlete. If he knew anything, he knew how to be coached into doing something better. “So if I keep it steady and gentle, you’ll come?”

“Probably.”

“Probably?” he repeated, aghast.

“Women are different from men,” she said. “All you need is pressure.” She demonstrated her point by flexing her grip around him.

He gasped.

“For women, it’s not as easy. There are more factors, and we’re more… complex.”

He looked defeated.

“But, soft and steady is usually good for me,” she said. “That’s what I do and it almost always works.”

The image that conjured up of her touching herself made Quinn blush with desire.

She leaned in and caught his mouth in a kiss, hoping to stoke the fire that had been dancing between them. It worked like a charm. His mouth and his fingers came back to life, kissing and gliding. Her body began to hum with pleasure again almost instantly.

She moaned something into his mouth.

“What?” he asked, barely breaking the kiss enough to whisper against her lips.

Her free hand gripped his shoulder, and her hips rocked into his hand, seeking as she moaned. The sound shot straight to his groin.

“Like that,” she finally managed to say, “just like that.”

God, she was so beautiful. Way more beautiful than even whatever her name of Troy was.

He went back to kissing her, his own hips seeking her hand now.

“I’m so close,” she whispered into his mouth.

Biting back his first instinct to drive her off the cliff, he kept his motions and pressure steady.

She broke away from the kiss to let her head lull back.

His mouth went to the now exposed skin of her neck, adding to the sensations filling her body.

“Quinn,” she gasped.

He was already so close, and hearing her pleasure drove him to the edge until he crashed over it. Groaning as the feeling rippled through his body.

Somehow, he managed to keep his fingers moving through it.

“Oh, Quinn!” her words cut off abruptly and she trembled above him, hips pressed forward, extending her pleasure until it snapped like a rubber band.

She collapsed against him, heavy breathing crashing into his neck.

“Oh my god,” she said as she felt her release pool into his fingers.

“Yeah,” he gasped.

After a few more minutes of basking in the afterglow, she sat up, and looked into his eyes. Her face was serious. “No one has ever made me come like that but me,” she admitted.

Quinn felt his chest swell with pride, and the smile that took over his face was genuine and sweet.

“No one has ever taken what I tell them to heart like that.”

Sudden fury turned his vision red, “you’ve told other guys what to do and they haven’t done it?”

“Well, it’s more like most of them don’t really notice I’m uncomfortable and plow ahead.”

“Assholes.”

She laughed, suddenly loud, “pretty much."

Leaning in she kissed him, gentler this time.

“Thank you for paying attention and listening to what I needed.”

“That’s easy. I wish more women would just say what they want. It made my job a hell of a lot easier,” he confessed.

He finally extracted his hand from her underwear. His fingers were wet. He wasn’t sure what to do with them.

Sarah giggled as she did the same.

“I’m gonna go wash up,” she said, sliding off his lap, her jeans riding low with the undone button. They slid down her hips a little more as she walked away, exposing sheer lace panels on the sides of her hips.

Quinn dropped his head against the back of the couch and relived the past few minutes again, smiling to himself.

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#quinn hughes #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x oc #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #quinn hughes smut #Quinn & Sarah Snapshots #quinn hughes fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey romance

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hybbart · 10 months

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hihelo, raau related things

i really like how you draw and write stuff with hybrid stuff in mind, especially avians, and was wondering if you could infodump a bit? stuff like instincts and little things like sounds they make stuff

sorry if this is too vague, i dont really have any specific questions, im just curious about it all :D

oh actually i do have one, where do you usually learn all this stuff from?

Thank you! I'll try to answer a few things

As far as major ones I don't think it's much all that differently than the general fanon you find in fics, the only real difference is that since I'm drawing, I have to figure out what it actually would look like/go with a more visual option. (For example a lot of people make blazeborn, or at least tango, purr, and that's not something you can depict in a silent, still image easily.) The only other difference is that raau is set on a single, modern world and so ones like blazeborn aren't from the nether or void and these species have a linear history that impacts the world's development.

Avians:

Avians make all sorts of birb noises when theyre emotional of course, and they need preening. Maybe pre apocalypse they were picky about what to do with their feathers, but in the apocalypse they could be a potential resource so at least Jimym and Grian save them.

The main difference is I prefer to interpret things like feather-gifts and nests as familial things. A lot of these behaviours are based on bird behaviours but I like to imagine they don't just... act like birds. These are their culture and traditions not JUST instincts.

So, like, it's instinctive and better for their body if they sleep in a nest rather than a bed, but that nest replaces beds and- while their partner usually is the other person sleeping in that bed, it's more of a big like... sleepover space for everyone in their flock, not a romantic thing. It doesn't really say anything about their relationship other than they're comfortable sleeping around them, in their nest which is their safe place. Nests I also designed based on enclosed nests like weavers, or a bird house, or cavity nests like owls. I think it just made it more distinctly a nest rather than a round dipping bed, especially once all the blankets and pillows are placed. So they'll put up veils and curtains and basically make a fort but permanent. It's the focal point of their homes, basically.

The ranchers' has to be comfortable and accessible to Tango as well but I imagine most avian families straight up make a whole room for just the nest and no stairs. I feel like avians are really bad about making accessible architecture. In raau I imagine their world a lot liek ours but I also image it without a housing crisis or lots of generic homes due to the needs of the various species usually meaning a LOT of people build their own homes.

Feather earrings I also imagine as a nuclear family thing between avians only, for the inner flock so to speak. It's sort of like a house flag, 'these are my siblings/parents/children' type thing. If that involves a non avian a non-feather item might be included, like a blazerod or scale. It's mostly a signal to other avians, though (and pretty). Like if Jimmy removed Grian's feather from his earring that would be A Statement. there isn't really any ritual involved with giving them, either, it's just expected. Outer flock aka friends, extended family, and unmarried partners aren't really involved.

Avians also have a migratory instinct in raau. Though they have specific birds they might resemble I think of them as their own whole species 99% of the time (Jimmy's ability to see sounds being the 1% unique due to their bird thing). In the case of the modern avians this usually takes the form of frequent travelling or nomadic lifestyles and taking up temporary/seasonal work.

A lot of cowboys were avians, and probably a lot of those world travel blogs were run by avians. Probably a lot of jobs discriminate against avians assuming they'll want a bunch of vacation time or up and quit like how women with families are treated. Jimmy doesn't travel much as he's more of a ground-bird and the farms he worked on were plenty spacious, but even he gets antsy if he's stuck at the ranch too long and usually is the one to go out scavenging with Grian or visiting the hospital.

And finally obviously their wings are very important to them. It's their everything, even if they're like Jimmy and don't fly too much. It's their main survival strategy so being grounded makes them very anxious and stressed. Even Jimmy who hasn't been able to fly-fly for several years in raau still instinctively tries to launch himself in the air when startled or attacking. Clipping or damaging them is the worst thing imaginable to them so they treat them with the utmost care.

It's how they display being healthy and well-groomed to others, like a nice clean haircut, and they puff up and flatten largely in the same displays and posturing as your average bird as far as communicating emotions goes.

Blazeborn:

I don't have nearly as much for blazeborn since there's only one of them, but I think their instincts are very cat-like as far as behaviour. They are completely in control of their ability to burn or produce fire, like rapidash. They get VERY firey and turn into a fire hedgehog when enraged, but if they know who it is then even then they won't burn someone they don't want to burn. It's more like a threat display, but of course whoever it's directed at will usually be burnt.

They tend to use their tail to communicate, and they use it like cats use purring; when they're comfortable or are trying to comfort themselves they wrap it around things. Otherwise it communicates much the same way as a cat's tail.

In raau their flame colour is an indication of their internal temperature regulation. Blue/white is extra hot and red is cooled down, yellow is in-between, average temp. Since it's also hair it can't be put out, but it does crackle and steam when wet. They do NOT do well in cold weather, obviously, nor weather that heavily fluctuates.

A lot of traditional blazeborn homes are in deserts or underground, and modern blazeborn-friendly homes ALWAYS have the main part of the house as a basement suit type deal with plenty of climate control, where it's much easier to regulate temperatures to warm and dry.

They have an attraction to metals, though tango's a little freak who likes iron more than gold. Them and pig-hybrids are probably the reason for the gold standard. Probably a lot of traditions involve metalworking and the like. It's instinctive to be attracted to metals, but the working of them into things is cultural.

Also in raau specifically blazerods are a whole effort and ordeal to produce. it's basically blazeborn cartilage.

Others:

raau doesn't have magic, so races defined by their magical capabilities are no around, like vex or witches.

Medusas like Cleo basically have multiple brains like an octopus and so require a lot of calories and nutrition. They're also immune to snake venom and can develop immunity to other toxins, thus they're actually very reliable for the development of anti-venoms and vaccines.

Scott's an elf but it doesn't mean much other than he's tall and has slightly pointy ears. They have a lot of cultural stuff, but Scott's not a very traditional guy.

Fauns have a lot of prey-instincts, so they tend to have very strong fight or flight instincts at the smallest thing. They're also a bit odd to most people. They're social but in a shield sort of way rather than a cooperative sort of way, so their moral compass can seem off. If I let myself I would make so much faun lore so I intentionally stopped myself there. The only other thing is their horns/antlers shed annually and so they treat them almost like how others treat family picture books or height charts.

Tiny Tom is both a voidwalker and a cow faun hybrid. As far as voidwalkers go they hate being looked in the eye and are similar to avians with a migratory instinct.

Merfolk like Lizzie need to live in humid climates if they are going to live out of the water, and have very strong schooling instincts. They'll often have very large families and friend groups. Home pools were unsurprisingly something that first appeared in land-living merfolk homes. It's an absolute necessity, as well as a large bathroom or full on bathhouse. (they separate the bathroom and the toilet as separate rooms)

And that's about all the things I've thought about. It seems like a lot when actually typed out and explained, but a lot of it's mostly common fanon maybe adjusted here and there for the setting of raau.

#raau ask #raau notes #raau notes: setting

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tired-fandom-ndn · 7 months

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Anyway play Outer Wilds if you get the chance, it's a really cute space exploration game where you play as an alien species traveling through your solar system to other planets, trying to put together the story of the mysterious species that came before you.

There's fun and snarky dialogue options, the planets are fucking wild, you can roast marshmallows for health, there's varied gravity movement dynamics, and you can track and find other explorers from your planet by following the sound of their unique instruments and songs.

Also you're trapped in a terrible time loop where every time you die in a horrific way, you wake up next to the campfire right at the beginning with no one else aware of the loop. This means that the environments and characters you interact with are different depending on when you reach them in the loop so it's very much worth revisiting places to see how things change and what is available to you. There is, for example, a planet that is getting steadily torn apart by a black hole and how intact it is depends on how quickly you reach it.

Just be warned that it can be very difficult to handle if you're afraid of heights and/or prone to motion sickness.

#pc after their second death: that ship is a fucking death trap #the mechanic: haha yeah it's a powerful death trap tho #outer wilds

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 3 months

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Helpless part 20, nothing like the rain when you’re in outer space

The son of Hades was sitting on his cabin floor looking at his old Mythomagic cards,

"Nico!" He flinched before looking up and seeing Frank Zhang, son of Mars through an Iris message.

"Um...hi? What's going on?"

"Hey... When can you come to Camp Jupiter?"

"What happened?!"

"Hazel-"

"-WHO DO I NEED TO KILL!?"

"I don't know what happened, she's been crying and won't come out of the cohort 5 cabin."

"Has anyone talked to her?"

"She won't talk to anyone."

"I'll be there as soon as I can, get her some lavender tea and dark chocolate. It's her favorite, it might help her calm down. Bye." Nico thought for a few seconds, driving is 44 hours, plane is a lot less but Zeus wasn't exactly the biggest fan of him. He could shadow travel but he would probably pass out the second he got there, pegasus. It wasn't the preferable option but it was probably the quickest; the Ghost King slipped on his Aviators jacket and ran towards Cabin 3.

"Jackson, I need your help." Percy opened the door, he was wearing a hoodie and shorts and look like he just woke up.

"Hey Nico, what's up?"

"Pegasus are fast right? Like very fast?"

"Yeah...?"

"We're going to Camp Jupiter in five minutes."

"What?"

"Is there a faster way?"

"I don't think so...? Unless you want to go through the Labyrinth, times different there."

“How long will it take?”

“A few hours I think? Are you going to explain what’s going on?”

“Hazel; hurry up, we need to go.”

“Alright, I’ll go tell Blackjack.”

“Who?”

“My pegasus, I mean technically he’s not mine but yeah.”

“Okay.” Nico said before running towards the stables.

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Sorry for the short chapters and inconsistant posting but I’m busy and in a week school starts and I’m just chaos rn also I’m sick which has just been so fun as well as shitty internet. Sfialgeiairaktki C H A O S IS L I F E

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June is PRIDE Month!

During the next following weeks, we will feature interviews of queer creators. Discussing their inspirations for their projects and experience as IF creators, we want to shed a light on their journey.

Here are our month’s featured authors, please check out their works and join us in supporting them!

Kit, Author of The Northern Passage

It’s cold, so cold, and your head aches, your ears pop, water choking your throat and nose, all you can do is watch as the sky gets farther and farther away from you. Clawed hands grab at your ankles, your legs, your arms, pulling you down, tearing at your clothes and piercing your skin.

You convulse violently, your body struggling to expel the water from your lungs as more floods in.

Staring up into the fading light, you feel your body grow weak, giving in, sinking now, your blood churning all around you in the water. A hand grabs at your throat, caressing a thumb over your skin, pulling you down as the dark water turns red.

The Northern Passage is an 18+ horror fantasy CYOA, where you play as a hunter sent up north to investigate a series of missing people along the border of your home country and in the port cities of the Blackwater. Working with your handler, Lea, you will travel north and discover that things are far worse than you ever could have imagined, and that there is something powerful lurking out in the deep, dark sea…

Read more about The Northern Passage here (18+). Play the Demo here. Kit's Patreon. Kit is also the author of Siren’s Call (18+). EDIT: TNP and SC are on a temporary pause until further notice.

Anna, Author of Wayfarer

When your mercenary work backs you into a corner, you take the only option available and accept a contract: to travel to the city of Velantis and steal an ancient artifact said to be blessed by the gods. Simple, right?

But Velantis holds more than you bargained for. Gathering a ragtag party of malcontents and renegades from across the city, you must navigate enemy factions, meddling guilds, and escalating political tensions. Your choices will ultimately determine the city’s fate – and the fate of every person who lives there.

Wayfarer is a dark fantasy interactive fiction game. You play as a Wayfarer, a member of an order of warriors born with magical immunity in a world dominated by magic. It is currently in development. The full game will include three acts and a total of 14 chapters.

Read more about Wayfarer here. Play the Demo here (17+). Anna's Patreon and Ko-fi.

Jupiter, Author of Supernova: Renegade

In the distant future, Humanity has mastered space travel and joined the intergalactic community run by an alliance known as the Galactic Board for Interplanetary Peace. While none of the GBIP species have their own military, there is still a need for a peace-keeping force. Thus, the Arbiters were created.

You have just joined the Arbiter ranks—whether you wanted to or not. This prestigious position comes with a fair amount of perks, including your own ship and crew. However, it’s also the most dangerous job in the galaxy. When a small colony faces an attack from an unknown source, you’re sent to investigate. What you uncover reveals a danger far greater—and far closer to home—than you could have ever expected.

Read more about Supernova: Renegade here. Play the Demo here (17+). Jupiter's Ko-fi.

Brigid, Author of Event Horizon

[EVENT HORIZON] is a science-fiction-horror story, set far into a future in which humans are not alone in a hostile galaxy.

The Failsafe has been activated. War lingers on the horizon. Five years ago, you were one of the last people to be selected for the Failsafe and Final Stand Programs. You were frozen in time, placed into orbit at the edge of the solar system. And now, you’re hurtling through space towards a ship you’ve never seen before. The Nomad. A secret mission beyond the edge of the solar system, to stop the Enemy before they can begin their second invasion. A suicide mission. A point of no return.

Read more about Event Horizon here. Play the Demo here or here (18+).

Brigid is also the author of Lost Birds (link, 18+) and CLOSEDLOOP (link, 18+).

Abigail, Author of Willow Creek Run

It’s finally summer and you’re spending it in your childhood home of Willow Creek. It’s a small, idyllic town in mid-America filled with rolling green hills, winding streams, and miles and miles of horse country. Most of the population learned to ride before they learned to walk, and you are no exception.

You’ve agreed to help out at your father’s training and boarding stable because he’s fallen on hard times and can’t afford the summer help he needs. He’s been missing payments to the bank, and if he doesn’t pay in full soon they’ll either take the farm or he’ll be forced to sell out to his old rival, Alexander Mannor.

Your only hope is to win the town’s summer-end competition, Willow Creek Run, and use the prize money and prestige to pay your father’s debts and save the farm. The problem is that you don’t have a horse of your own to enter and you haven’t competed in years.

Just when it looks like all hope is lost, a mysterious horse turns up on your father’s property with no sign of an owner and a wild look in its eye. Could this be the sign you’ve been looking for? You have the whole summer to train your horse, make friends (or enemies!), and do your best to prepare for Willow Creek Run.

Read More about Willow Creek Run here. Demo: TBA

Maxim, Author of Werewolf Noir

Set in a modern fantasy world, Werewolf Noir is a dark mystery where you’re looking for the person who killed your kid. If it’s for justice or revenge is up to you. You play as a relatively new werewolf after having lost everything and everyone, now living in the city of Reaver, corruption runs deep through the system and the richer someone is the more corrupt they are. Meet interesting characters and ro’s as you put the puzzle pieces together, get adopted by a tiny little pup or kitten, and pick out your new career path (private detective, bounty hunter, criminal) to make ends meet as you navigate this world and try to keep the wolf inside contained.

Read More about Werewolf Noir here. Play the Demo here. Maxim is also the author of Ichor: Awakening (TBA) and A Hero’s Job (TBA)

Jessamine, Author of The Black River

Somewhere, somehow, you lost your memories. You’re aware that–whatever it was that happened –it involved chanting cultists, and horrible serrated knives, but unfortunately none of those nice gentlemen are around to explain what’s going on to you. Oh… and also it seems that whatever they did with the aforementioned chanting and knives tore a hole in the fabric of reality and opened a gateway from the world of the living to the Underworld.

Which you fell through.

And now you’re stuck, despite your best efforts, on an antique ship from several centuries ago, with a crew of dead sailors and a motley assemblage of others from the living world. You don’t know what’s going on back in the world where you’re supposed to be, but you know that it can’t be good.

In order to get home, you’ll have to help sail the Will-o’-wisp across the length of the Black River, uncovering truths that change the entire way you view the world and fighting villains whose ambitions extend to the very act of deicide.

And you’d quite like to get your memories back, while you’re at it.

Read More about The Black River here. Play the Demo here.

Nell, Author of Body Count

Your life isn’t going how you’d hoped. Despite having big plans when you graduated, you're stuck in a dead end job and a crappy flat with zero romantic life to speak of. All until a friend convinces you to join the cast of a new reality TV show.

The premise is simple: 12 singles are sent to a villa on a tropical island and they live there together for a month. After 28 days, the couple who is voted by the other islanders as being most likely to withstand the test of time will win £500,000. In addition, the couple with the highest body count will win £500,000. Total prize pool? £1,000,000.

In this context, “body count” refers to how many people you’ve slept with... right? Well, that’s what you think when you sign your contract. Turns out, though, that not all of your fellow cast members will be using that definition to get to the prize.

Fall in love, win big money, solve some murders and try to stay alive.

Read More about Body Count here. Play the Demo here (18+). Nell's Patreon and Ko-fi.

Heather B., Author of Jade Empire: Shadow of the Lotus

Legend tells of the Spirit Monks; servants of the Water Dragon, shepherds of the dead, warriors without peer. Though their order was all but wiped from existence forty years ago, they are slowly but surely rebuilding themselves. Young warriors from across the Jade Empire dream of joining their ranks.

You are no different.

You are the newest initiate of the Spirit Monk Order; raised in the idyllic Two Rivers and trained by a living legend, you are a martial arts prodigy. As the junior member of the Order, you travel the Empire, dealing with lost and vengeful spirits. But shadows of something far more sinister lurk on the horizon, and it’s up to you and your allies to unravel the dark mystery before it’s too late...

Read More about Shadow of the Lotus here. Play the Demo here.

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“After one look at this planet, any visitor from outer space would say ‘I want to see the manager!’”

— William S. Burroughs

Imagine you are the manager of Planet Earth, responsible for all of its operations, maintenance, and overall well-being. One morning, you receive an unexpected visit from an interstellar traveler, someone from a far-off galaxy who has heard mixed reviews about Earth and has decided they need to see things for themselves. After spending a few days checking out bunch of notable places on the planet, they come to see you with some concerns …

Information / Expository option: What do you think that visit from outer space has to say? Share your thinking on what concerns they might share. How would you respond?

Narrative option: tell the story of that visitor from outer space, their visit to Earth, and the concerns they share with Earth’s manager.

🦄✏️ Check out unicornwriting.com for more prompts and resources including the FREE Writing Prompts Starter Pack. Or follow along with unicornwriting on Instagram. 🦄✏️

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spamfromlee · 5 months

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.•° ✿ °•. introduction .•° ✿ °•.

hey everyone!

☾♡☽ about me ☾♡☽

i'm lee

my pronouns are she/her

i'm 25

i'm a psychology student

i love reading books, listening to music, traveling in nature, writing & roleplaying, working out

i'm also very interested in arts of any kind, i like astronomy, the space & the ocean

☾♡☽ what i'm writing ☾♡☽

genres: mainly romance (fxm), sometimes fantasy, mystery, action

tropes: strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, fake dating/marriage, secretly dating, fwb to lovers, second chance (exes to lovers), older brother’s best friend, fluff, angst, differences in social status

setting: mostly high school/college/university worlds if the setting is not related to a certain fandom

fandoms:

outer banks: rafe cameron, sarah cameron euphoria: nate jacobs, maddy perez, cassie howard gossip girl: nate archibald, chuck bass, blair waldorf, serena van der woodsen shadowhunters: alec lightwood, magnus bane, jace herondale, isabelle lightwood glee: hunter clarington, sebastian smythe, blaine anderson, kurt hummel bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, king george, simon basset the winx saga: sky, riven, bloom

original characters:

ray miller kim luna cooper julian moore zoe jade caruso logan marino melody ann carter jordan bellamy

style of writing: 3rd person, past tense, descriptive, narrative, semi-lit

platforms: discord, tumblr (i'm open for more options)

i write both male and female characters

my original characters can be adjusted and fit into almost every fandom (can be discussed)

the pairings can be both canons or the combination of ocs and canons

☾♡☽ what i'm looking for ☾♡☽

more writers to follow (i'll follow in return of course!)

creating new friendships with the common passions of roleplaying, writing, plotting, and brainstorming

long-term writing partners

exploring slow burns within writing, deep topics the characters are dealing with, conflicts and struggles - a writing progress

i absolutely love obsessing & sharing images, edits, pinterest boards, playlists - if you also love that, we'll definitely get along

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

if you're interested, feel free to like this post or dm me and i'll make sure to send a message ♡

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #writing community #writing #roleplaying #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #1x1 discord #writeblr community #discord roleplay #discord rp #discord 1x1 #original characters #fandom roleplay

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danshive · 8 months

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I said in an earlier post about Starfield that I did not want to use the ship.

By this, I did not mean that I acquired Starfield thinking “I’m buying this in spite of hating starships, and I never want to use them!”

I meant “I do not enjoy this map interface and the multiple steps / loading moments that amount to fast traveling to a single location.”

Maybe I’m doing something wrong, but here’s the interplanetary experience as I understand it:

1 - Go to where your ship is docked.

2 - Enter the ship.

3 - Select the option to leave the planet.

4 - Watch the leave the planet animation (in which you may well incinerate some random NPCs who are, for some reason, walking around right where you’re blasting your jets)

5 - Be in orbit. Point the ship where you want to go, assuming the visual can be made unobstructed, or enter the map menu.

6 - Select the location you want to go to, or the furthest you can make the grav jump.

7 - If not at your destination, repeat step 6.

8 - If at a populated planet, wait a moment to be scanned for contraband.

9 - Select where you actually want to go on the planet.

If it’s possible to skip any of these steps, and I’m just being foolish, please yell at me with clear instructions for my feeble brain to absorb.

To be fair, the contraband check is so you can play like a smuggler (everyone wants to be Han Solo), and there’s bound to be story moments that happen at any given step. I can appreciate why these steps exist.

That’s simply independent of whether I enjoy them most of the time.

I’m all for fun adventures in a spaceship. It’s just I don’t feel like that’s what I’m doing.

I feel like I’m doing fast travel with more steps.

I’m not trying to diminish the fun anyone else is having, but I do want to be clear that I’m not opposed to using a spaceship in the outer space RPG I bought that’s literally called “Starfield,” and has people in spacesuits on the box art.

I’m fine with using a spaceship. I just want the things I’m doing with the spaceship to be fun.

#starfield

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Submitted via Google Form:

How far away would planets catch things in orbit? I'm talking about things like if I had spaceships in space. But what if they're like not running any engines in deep space. If they're too close to a planet they'll be sort of moved around in orbit too right? What is say, I had a spaceship and they need to travel from Pluto to Neptune, can they like just sit near a point where the orbits match up and like sit there for years and just wait for Neptune to get there. As an example of course.

Tex: It would depend on the mass and velocity of all involved bodies, at minimum, in order to properly calculate gravitational pull and whether one body’s pull would be enough to capture another into orbit or at least some form of deceleration. Ultimately it depends on your plot and whether you want the spaceship to be placed there, but most likely there would be some degree of drift - give it enough time, and the spaceship will eventually be free of the standstill of competing gravitational pulls. Wootzel: You’re right that other objects in proximity--be they planets, stars, or bigger--will pull on a ship and change its trajectory. Larger objects will pull from further away.

In order to conceptualize how things move around each other in outer space, you honestly have to change the entire way you think about motion. There is no single definition of “stationary” in space, because it’s all relative. Everything is expanding all the time, and most things orbit other things in some kind of way. The inertia of orbiting keeps an object from just getting pulled straight into the nearest object with enough mass. Due to the good ol force of inertia and a lack of enough friction to slow things down, a spaceship that’s not running any engines will not be stationary (relative to whatever system it’s in) unless it’s been intentionally slowed to a stop. It’ll just keep happily moving along whatever path it’s on until a force acts on it. In your example of getting from Pluto to Neptune, it’s possible that the strategy there is to have your in-story Space Math Scientists calculate a whole bunch of factors like the speed of travel and Neptune’s orbit, and then just aim the ship so that, moving at whatever speed is reasonable for it, can intersect Neptune’s orbit.

This may seem like a silly suggestion, but it might be useful to how you conceptualize travel in space to spend some time in a space travel simulator that has mechanics approximating real physics. The one that occurs to me to suggest is Kerbal Space Program because it’s the only one I personally know of that has the mechanics I’m talking about. I’m sure there are other games/sims out that that will let you play around with the way orbits influence space travel, and how they can be useful for getting where you’re going. NASA has done some missions where the craft they’re sending out slingshots around one object before heading out to whatever its end-goal is.

I don’t think any of us can give you estimates of how far away a planet or star could be and still move your spaceship around, especially without a lot more details, but looking into simulators (Universe Sandbox might be an option) or online calculators could probably help with that as well.

#google submitted #planets #orbit

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[Starship Icarus]

Summary: 65 x Passengers (2016). Due to an errant power surge and a malfunctioning pod, Mills is accidentally awoken nine decades too early en route for the exploratory mission to Homestead II. After undergoing all the stages of grief alone, he nearly loses his mind and takes his own life once he has exhausted all his options for rescue. In the depths of his solitude and desperation, he does the unthinkable. He awakens another passenger.

Word count: ~2.7k

Floating serenely through the undisturbed, sepulchral quiet of deep space, Starship Icarus glided on as asteroids hurtled by, supernovas exploded in the distance, and space and time hung suspended in unknowable endlessness. To contemplate such conditions for too long was a fast ticket to madness. Space dementia, as sci-fi authors of old dubbed it. Luckily for the passengers of the Icarus, no one was awake to contemplate anything and lose their mind in far flung corners of the cosmos.

No one was there to hear the sound. So perhaps there wasn’t any sound at all, the Buddhists would ponder. Perhaps even the low rumble that ominously shook the panels of the ship was not there either, as all five thousand passengers were asleep, dead to the world - and beyond, when it occurred. The machines aboard the ship dispassionately set about repairing the damage, employing failsafes and established protocols.

Starship Icarus set out on its exploratory mission to Homestead II on schedule. Minor last minute repairs took place, but no one was particularly surprised by that. The first manned mission to an Earth-like planet whose distance exceeded a century one-way was bound to run into some hiccups along the way. More significant than repairs to the ship itself were changes to the crew and passenger lists that happened in the run up to launch day. Although all crew members had undergone decades of training and all passengers were screened extensively, subjected to all manner of psychological and physical testing, as well as a series of simulations in preparation for the voyage, some wished to renege and back out at the last moment. When leaving all they ever knew became startlingly real. The prospect of sleeping for one hundred and twenty years. Of waking up on Homestead II and hoping it was the promised land the space exploration company claimed it was. Working for an indeterminate number of years, collecting samples, testing, exploring, charting. Then going back, effectively putting life on hold for two and a half centuries, hoping that two 120-year long bouts of hibernation were as harmless as they were assured, and then resuming whatever would be left of life more than two centuries on from the moment they departed. Would there be any surviving family? Would there be an Earth to return to at all? How different would the late twenty third century be from the early twenty first? The 1770s were certainly a little different from the 2020s…

It was easy to view it as an abstract adventure, even as one said their goodbyes, did G-Force testing, submerged themselves in sensory deprivation tanks and wrote goodbye letters. Most recorded videos, actually. Mills preferred letters. Those always seemed more real. But the now-or-never of making their way on a journey into outer space made it all hit home. Several people broke down and had to be separated from the group. Mills didn’t know what was done with them in the meantime, but the voyage proceeded to plan. He had to assume they had worked out their differences.

Before everything faded, Mills, like all other passengers, listened to the only-slightly-uncanny mechanic voice of the travel companion explain the procedure that was about to take place. Putting him under and transporting him though unimaginable distances to Homestead II. The last conscious thought he had was that the planet name sounded to him like a portmanteau of ‘home’ and ‘instead’, like they were escaping their dreary lives and looking for better options.

The impact of the asteroid sent shockwaves through the Icarus. Deep in its machinery, circuitry was damaged and major systems went down. Others took on their load in mere blinks of an eye, before the dying segments even had a chance to hiss and fizz out. High up on the surface, a few lights flickered and one pod sighed to life.

Mills’ pod filled with a soft light and set about the task of bringing him out of stasis. His body was released from suspension, thumping softly on the white ridges of his bed. Stage One commenced with the first post-stasis injection. His chest expanded as if from the blast of a defibrillator and he slumped back down. Mills’ lips parted and sucked in their first rattling breath in over thirty years. For a few more minutes, as he swam towards consciousness from the deep waters of oblivion, machines tracked his vitals. Then they withdrew and the pod tilted, opening in segments around him.

His screen rose into view and he started blinking, the light still harsh on his long-disused eyes. The sound of the system booting up was familiar from the hundreds of test runs done back on Earth. The travel companion greeted him and assured his groggy state was perfectly normal after more than a century in stasis.

“Where am I?” Mills croaked, frowning as his eyes watered. His arms felt heavy as he rose a hand to rub the tears away. His vision was still blurry and the voice explaining his condition sounded like it was under water.

“You’re aboard the Starship Icarus, the Homestead Company’s premier interstellar liner. We have nearly completed the voyage from Earth to Homestead II, where you begin your exploratory mission. Homestead II is the second planet outside Earth’s solar system to be colonized and the first in the Bhakti system to be explored,” she launched into the brochure pitch of Homestead II and Mills tuned out. His eyes flickered from the screen to his left and right, down long corridors, barely illuminated and empty, as his pod wheeled him to the door.

“…the Icarus is on final approach. For the next four months, you’ll enjoy space travel at its most luxurious,” the voice went on and Mills became uncannily aware of his stiff facial muscles as he tried to smirk. The meatiest part of the pitch. The gold-class passengers, sure, maybe those would enjoy the utmost luxuries. He was on board because of his ‘useful profession’ as an engineer and mechanic. Had he been part of the crew, in his role as Commander and Pilot… His thoughts were still lethargic and fuzzy. He was in no condition to bitterly ponder the politics of setting up these sorts of missions. At the end of the day, he was on board and that was what mattered.

“…let’s get you to your cabin where you can get some rest.”

The screen folded away and he stepped down, rolling his weight from his heels to his toes experimentally. He would have expected the floor to be cool on his bare feet, but it was pleasantly warm. Panels in the floor shone ahead of him, tossing proverbial breadcrumbs to show him his path. Mills padded down the tubular corridor and rubbed his temples as a headache started to throb right in the between them.

“You may be experiencing post-hibernation sickness,” a different voice from the travel companion told him. No shit, he gritted his teeth. A hundred or so years will give you such a crick in the neck. His door illuminated and he entered his cabin. It looked somewhat barebones. Like a little bit of shithole, if he was being honest. The kind of shoebox you live in during college, with a bed that folds into the wall and drab décor you are not allowed to change. Everything was a muted creamy color that looked dimensionless. Storage compartments lined the wall over his cot, like overhead luggage compartments on a plane. He hadn’t really considered he would be spending four months feeling like he was on a flight with some shitty airline. The bathroom was equally cramped, but he had to give them some leeway on that. He was huge. All his life, he had to enter most doors sideways, wear a pair of jeans until they fell apart if they managed to be long enough not to give off the impression of capri pants on him, and he banged his head on every hanging light fixture in his vicinity.

He had pre-selected a lot of things prior to his voyage, from the furniture for his cabin to the different outfits he would wear on the Icarus and on Homestead II. As he looked around, his travel companion spoke.

“Welcome to your cabin, your home until we make landfall. Over the next four months, you will prepare for your life on Homestead II. Meet your fellow passengers, take skill building classes, and learn about colonial living. You’ve been assigned to learning group 65, for passengers with engineering and technical trade skills.”

He yawned, long and hard, and his ears popped. “Please, scan your ID to confirm luggage delivery.” A panel in the wall opened and revealed a silver suitcase. He looked at it and padded over, but another yawn made him stop and roll his shoulders sleepily. The voice prompted him again and he looked from his left to his right wrist, looking for his cuff. He pressed the metal plate of the cuff into the floating blue sphere that indicated where to confirm and heard the chirp of a successfully completed operation. A water dispenser in the corner burbled to life.

“To help you recover from hibernation, be sure to drink plenty of fluids.”

“Well, I tried drinking solids before and it didn’t work out too good,” he groaned as another yawn almost split his jaw at the hinge. His vision seemed to gradually come into focus, but it was blurring now again from the overwhelming need to sleep. He picked up the cup of pinkish liquid that didn’t look too inviting, but he was so parched he would have sifted his piss through a gym sock for some hydration right about then. The liquid was delightfully smooth going down and the amount in the cup perfectly satiated him. He collapsed on the bed and wondered how come, after essentially sleeping for over a century, the first thing he wanted to do was sleep some more. Still, he did not wake until his alarm rang and informed him he had orientation in an hour.

Mills felt far more invigorated after his sleep and sprang to his feet with his usual energy. He indulged in a long, steamy shower, standing under the perfect jet of water until the hot water seeped into his muscles and warmed him all the way down to his bones.

Still dripping from the shower, skin pink from the heat, he swiped his large hand across the fogged up mirror and took a look at himself. It should not have been a surprise that he looked exactly the same as when they left. His black hair hung in damp ringlets around his face, the van dyke he sported framing his lips. He didn’t spare much time to contemplating his reflection. The last thing he wanted was to be late.

After drying off and putting on his casual outfit that consisted of a cream long sleeved shirt, charcoal jeans and black boots, he checked himself out again. He wondered if he should complete the outfit with his leather bomber jacket or if that was too douchey. It felt like picture day at school, everything riding on one outfit and one moment. He ran his hand through his dark locks, brushing against his shoulders and necked another cup of that pink liquid. But Brawndo has what plants crave, he snorted at himself, it's got electrolytes!

He jogged down winding corridors, taking turns as the panels directed him. He was too absorbed in the fact that he was barely going to make it in time that he didn’t take much in until he was inside the designated room. Had he not been too busy fussing with his dress some southern belle debutante making her grand entrance into society, he might have bothered to remember his way back.

The room was playing triumphant music and turned on all the panels and lights.

“Hello, passengers,” the hologram of a new travel companion in Homestead blues smiled at him. “Will you all take your seats?”

Mills craned his neck to peer through the door, trying to see if anyone was waiting outside. He knew he wasn’t early, so the others should have been here a while ago. Maybe he was in the wrong place. “Welcome, Learning group 65.” Nope. He was in the right place alright. “Your introduction to colonial life.” Mills sat and held in a chuckle at being the only one listening to this intro. Had it been a real person, he would not be playing out this silly charade. Guess machines aren’t that perfect after all. “Earth is a prosperous planet. The cradle of civilization,” the hologram launched into its spiel. “But for many, it’s also overpopulated, overpriced, overrated.”

Mills raised his hand in the air, feeling a mix of amusement and foolishness to be asking a holo permission to speak. “Excuse me, I think there must be some mistake—”

“Hold all questions till the end, please,” the holo lifted a silencing finger and went on.

“Right, sorry,” he raised his hands up defensively, now definitely smiling.

“The colonies offer an alternative, a better way of life,” the holo kept pitching even after Homestead had made the sale. He was on board, almost touching down. Nobody needed to hear all this again.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled as the images of what the company projected Homestead II would look like crawled across the screen. “Where is everybody? Did their alarms not wake them?”

“We are all on the Starship Icarus,” the holo replied and had it been a person, there definitely would have been an undertone of sarcasm there.

“No, but I’m the only one here,” Mills sighed, trying to stay patient.

“There are 5,000 passengers and 258 crew members aboard the ship,” the holo stated unhelpfully.

“So how come I’m alone then?” he frowned. His voice sounded suspicious before he even registered the tension gathering in his body.

“We are all in this together,” came the tepid platitude from the holo and Mills shot up from his seat, determined not to waste any more time on this useless travel companion.

He strained to listen outside the door, but couldn’t hear any footsteps, any movement. In fact, there was nothing at all. No other pods had opened, as far as he could remember from his daze yesterday. He didn’t run into anyone on his way, then or now. His stomach dropped and he felt like the ship flipped upside down. He lost balance for a moment, a wall rushing at him with a mean left hook. He felt himself slide down it, his soul floating somewhere outside his body as the impact rang a hollow din in his ears. He ran without touching the ground, chasing his own tail again and again, searching for anyone at all, yelling out hello’s and is there anyone out there’s as he took sharp turns down the warrens of corridors.

He put as tight a seal on panic as he could as his heavy boots thundered in the tomb-like silence of the ship. A viewing window blurred past him as he ran and he slid to a stop. Part of him screamed to keep going and not waste time, while another part recognized he had no idea where he was going anyway, so why rush. He approached with timid steps, aware he was about to witness the awe-striking majesty of deep space.

Blackness the likes of which he could never have conceptualized stretched and hung heavily in every direction. Embedded in it were countless flickering stars, swirling galaxies in warm and cool hues, bustling with life and swallowed in a paralyzing stillness all at once. His head spun as his mind tried to take it all in and he gripped the frame of the window for support. A primal, utterly irrational urge seized him and he wanted to bellow out into the void. The eerie, complacent silence, completely ambivalent to his existence and current anguish was overwhelming. Some brutish, simple part of him wanted to disturb it, make some mark.

But in space, no one can hear you scream.

@safarigirlsp

#commander mills x reader #commander mills x you #65 movie

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whentherewerebicycles · 2 months

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gonna repaint the small room as I convert it to a nursery. here are some options I’m considering:

lord of the rings theme lol. I already have those gorgeous LOTR travel posters but I’ll repaint the walls in a prettier dark green (the current one has too much yellow/brown in it for my taste). can’t really think of other ways to make it themed but maybe it could be loosely shire/nature themed in some way hm

night sky theme… some kind of rich velvety dark blue paint on the walls and ceiling, then I could get liz to hand-paint constellations on the walls. moon and stars stuff too, like a lamp with star cutouts or one of those lovely 3D printed moon lamps. think a sort of lovely dark womblike feeling similar to the very very dark teal downstairs bathroom. I don’t really want to go full outer space theme (not that into rocket ships

ocean/whales/sea creatures theme (probably dark blue walls too… for some reason I’m feeling drawn to that color, I think because I love the intensely dark saturated jewel-box feel of the downstairs half bath so much)

I was originally thinking safari or jungle animal-themed with the green walls (giraffes, elephants, etc) but I’m not as crazy about the idea anymore

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prof-peach · 2 years

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Professor, is it true that Minior die if their cores are exposed for too long? If so, it sounds like catching them for battle is a bad idea.

It certainly is true. They have a very short lifespan when their core is exposed to our atmosphere.

There are methods to extend their life or create a new outer shell for them, but they are costly, long winded, require special skill sets many do not possess, and generally aren't effective if the pokemon then wishes to interact and exist on this planet as an average pokemon would. Their original shells are built of dust and debris collected as they travel through space at hundreds of miles per hour, so making new ones is a...pain.

Sometimes admitting that not everything is meant to last a long time is the best option. This species is just not very long lived once on this planet. Not every pokemon is suited to fight, and not every pokemon wants to fight, many of this species aren't even aware what battling is until they see it here. Maybe they do want to, maybe they don't, but they could kick the bucket mid-battle and thats a lot to deal with for anyone.

We don't handle them really as their usual flight path past our planet is not localised to Johto. only one has ever fallen on our shores, it cracked its shell and proceeded to perish about a day later, as expected. Nothing can really be done but it provides a valuable lesson about the life cycle, something we all have to come to terms with in our own ways.

#death tw #prof.peach #pokemon #peach talks

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unhumanrights · 6 months

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Spell Trek brainstorms

Okay, so I thought it would be a good time to start brainstorming Spell Trek in earnest, since I’m giving my T’Lyn/Mariner/Tendi fic chapter a few days to marinate (probably pick it up tomorrow, actually). I decided to live-blog my thoughts and just go through the entire process here because why not. It will be messy, but fun. Plus, people could leave feedback if they wished. Maybe I’ll change my mind later, but for now, you all will witness the process. Might leave some questions unanswered, but I can at least go through possibilities. Let’s go!

In case you haven’t seen me talk about it before, and in case the naming wasn’t too obvious, Spell Trek is my fantasy conversion of Star Trek. While I’m a fan of some sci-fi (obviously), I am personally a fantasist, so I thought this would be a good way for me to write slightly bigger stories than I could if I stuck to the canon universe. My knowledge of science is not extensive. Magic, I can do.

I guess the best place to start is with the big stuff and work my way down. So, what’s the cosmology of this setting? Obviously, the original Trek is in space. Should I basically just keep it space, but magic? Planets, nebula, black holes? Maybe it would be analogous to space, but modified. Actually, if you’ve ever heard of Spelljammer, that’s a possible way to do it. I don’t know much about the setting, but I skimmed the Wikipedia article for it, and it’s kind of what I’m talking about. Might have to do more research into it.

Perhaps instead of traveling through space, it’s all interplanar travel? Each species could come from a different dimensional plane instead of planet. Might be some kind of “space” between planes that the ships would travel through, which is where the actual space stuff would occur and would allow for actual travel instead of just blinking from plane to plane. Almost the same as the previous paragraph, I guess, just…worded differently. Planets, planes, same diff. Yeah, it’s pretty much the same concept. Magic space.

It COULD all take place on one world, and each species is a different race and nation. Kind of limits the scope, though, unless I introduce some ways to expand it, like the Underdark, parallel planes, etc. Still would have a physical limit. Unless…it didn’t? Okay, THIS is new to my brain. When I’ve thought about the possible setting before, I’ve usually thought about the previous two paragraphs, really sticking as close as possible to outer space. I briefly imagined it as one world before, but dismissed it due to limited space, and therefore lacking in terms of exploration. But what if…the landscape just had no known limit? One unending (as far as anyone knows) physical landmass/watermass? Could still have ships, but they would be airships instead. Warp could still work, as the landscape is basically infinite. Exploration is still doable. It being a flat world instead of 3D space, that would make travel slightly different, but that’s not important. Actually, maybe the travel could still be 3D? Could have underground species, perhaps landmasses in the sky, too. Or maybe…what if there are multiple physical planes stacked on top of one another? A big lasagna of reality. Cosmology is fun to play around with, huh?

Well, this brainstorming session has given me some things to think about. To summarize, it seems like I have two options for the overall setting (with some sub-options thrown in):

Basically outer space, but magic instead of science (like Spelljammer).

Replace the infinite space with infinite landmass and watermass (and possibly multiple layers).

Not sure which I prefer. I like the latter because it’s the shiny new idea I just came up with, and I wouldn’t have to worry about astrophysics or anything like that, but I guess I could always fudge it all if it’s magic anyway.

Is anyone reading this? If you want to give an opinion, you can. Oh hey, I can do a poll! I love you, Tumblr. So just take the poll. Well, you can reply or reblog/tag too, if you want, but if the poll is easier for you, by all means.

Okay, bye now.

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