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superbattrash · 2 years

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sharing a bed with someone leads to accidental cuddles leads to accidental tickles leads to a perfect fic.

I changed my mind. I wanna share it on Tumblr as well. When it's done there will be at least.. 2/3 of these! (plus like five other tropes, oops) Thanks for inspiring the most insane fic I've written to date, T <3

What Happens On Nereid... ch1

Bruce doesn’t even know where to begin. He’s still trying to figure out how they got into this mess in the first place. It shouldn’t have happened this way, he had a plan. They were following his plan, at least to some extent. There’s always some hiccups but nothing major. They were doing good. There is absolutely no reason it should’ve gone this wrong.

Oh wait, that’s right, it is completely and irrevocably Clark Kent’s fault. Superman with his superhuman strength and razor-sharp mind couldn’t be bothered to think before speaking, much less think before acting. The oaf of a man should have a handler and Bruce is not going to volunteer for the job after today. Not that he’d have volunteered on any other day, but he might’ve been able to be persuaded. Not today though, because right now all he wants to do is wring Clark’s neck, even though he knows it’s physically impossible for him to do so. He’ll find a way. He always finds a way. It’ll involve copious amounts of Kryptonite and Clark will be in immense pain the entire time. Yes, that’s what he’ll do.

If they ever get off this godforsaken planet.

Okay, so calling it godforsaken may be a tad overexaggerated. The inhabitants are polite enough if you discount their constant need to touch. Bruce hasn’t slept in several days though, a case in Gotham keeping him up, followed by another Earth-shattering mission with the League, so he’s not in the most forgiving of moods. It doesn’t help that this could’ve been avoided if Clark had just kept his big mouth shut. But no, Earth’s greatest hero just had to get involved in the discussion.

“There has to be a peaceful way to resolve this,” he’d said, like it was that easy. It’s never that easy. Bruce knows this, Clark should know it too, but no, of course not. Of course, Clark Kent, born and raised more polite than any human should be allowed to, would be of the firm belief that they should talk about their issues.

Which is how they ended up being kidnapped to another planet with next to no warning. The tentacle-y arms around his waist had been warning enough, but Bruce would’ve liked a word before being hauled off to a strange spaceship. It’s only because Clark had been chivalrous enough to try and save him that Bruce isn’t the only human on the strange planet. Well, the only somewhat-human, at least. Bruce might’ve been grateful for the rescue attempt if it wasn’t Clark’s fault that he was kidnapped to begin with.

Who the hell says “there must be something else you want” to an invading alien race in the first place? Beating them in a fight would’ve been much easier than finding a way off a planet they don’t even know the name of. Who knows how long it’s going to take the League to get a hold of Green Lantern so they can track them?

Clark may be able to fly off this floating rock, but Bruce can’t, not unless they steal a spaceship. And since the reason they’re here is because they wanted to find a peaceful solution, it wouldn’t be good to steal from the aliens, much less run from them. They know where Earth is, they wanted the minerals in the earth to begin with, so running is a no-go.

Which is why he’s not putting up much of a fight as they’re led from the ship and into what can only be described as a village. It’s a progressive village, but a village, nonetheless. It’s the pure opposite of Metropolis and the contrast is astounding when that’s the last place they saw before getting off the ship.

Their kidnappers have one arm – tentacle? – curled around Bruce’s forearm and he’s doing his absolute best not to shrug it off. He finds little pleasure when the scallops on his bracers cut into the alien’s flesh. It doesn’t even seem to notice and Bruce wonders if they cannot feel pain. The few he’d managed to fight on Earth before Clark tried talking it out hadn’t seemed like they felt much pain either.

They’re led through the village and to a large cabin of sorts and Bruce instantly freezes up. There’s something moving around inside, and he can’t be sure if it’s more aggressive than these warriors. Clark, of course, doesn’t seem too concerned. With his powers he at least stands a fighting chance while Bruce will have to rely on his help to even get free of the kidnapper’s grasp. A solution he isn’t happy with but will accept if it comes to that. Clark isn’t resisting the alien’s arm either, so apparently the whatever-it-is isn’t looking too dangerous. Bruce knows the gleam in Clark’s eyes when he’s using his x-ray vision and he’s certain Clark isn’t dumb enough to trust these aliens completely.

“Greetings,” a low voice says as it steps out of the cabin. It’s another alien, tall and lanky, with four arms and a greenish skin color. It’s no more, no less scary than the others, except this one isn’t in battle gear. It is very much naked.

Bruce tries his hardest not to look away. He doesn’t know the customs and it wouldn’t do any good to insult anyone – especially when it seems like this alien is their leader. Bruce has never been more appreciative for Hal’s Lantern technology; there’s no doubt in his mind that these creatures do not speak English, even if given the change, so he’s grateful for the translator in his cowl.

“Oh, they’re already here?” says another voice and the first alien is joined by another. This one is taller with a higher voice, but just as naked as the first one. Bruce tries not to let it affect him. It’s not like they’re shaped like humans; it shouldn’t make him uncomfortable seeing them naked, but he can’t quite help it. Must be his upbringing, because when he glances at Clark, he doesn’t seem to be experiencing any discomfort. Of course not. Superman is an openminded guy, through and through.

“And who do we have here?” says the first alien. It – she? They? – seems to be in charge.

“They protected the Earth,” the one at Bruce’s side says.

“They’re strong,” the one holding onto Clark adds.

The tall alien looks at them with its many eyes. Seventeen, an odd number, Bruce thinks, although to them two eyes must seem like very few. He tries not to swallow too visibly. He’s gotten too used to aliens looking like Clark.

“Offered themselves,” the first one says with what Bruce can only guess is a smile. At least the equivalent of one. Its mouth is open and twisted somewhat.

Bruce doesn’t turn his head to look incredulously at it although he wants to. ‘Offered’ is a very generous word for what had happened back on Earth. Even if Clark screwed up with his talk about this suggestion, he did not offer either of them. No one did. Bruce just has to figure out how to convey that politely to these aliens so he can find a way off the planet without causing an interdimensional incident.

“I like the dark one,” the smaller alien says to the taller one. Bruce doesn’t like the way it’s staring at him. All – fourteen? What’s with the number of eyes on this planet? – its eyes running over his form as if it’s trying to see right through him.

“It’s very small,” the leader says with what Bruce assumes is a frown.

He stops himself from mirroring its expression but only barely succeeds. Small. He holds back a huff. He’s not small, it’s not his fault these aliens are seven foot and up. He’s not that much shorter than Clark, barely half an inch. He’s still not completely convinced Clark doesn’t cheat what with his ability to float and all.

It shouldn’t matter either way and as soon as the alien by his side starts pulling him forward it doesn’t. Bruce doesn’t give a shit who’s the tallest, he just needs someone to stop this nonsense. He’s prepared for anything, he’s the goddamned Batman, but he doesn’t have a contingency plan for being offered up as alien prey. The way the shorter alien is staring at him makes him dig in his heels, but he doesn’t have much leverage with a seven-foot three alien pulling at his arm.

Bruce looks to Clark, trying his best to convey his thoughts of help me for the love of God, you’re the one with damn superstrength, you got us into this mess, get me out of it before they end up eating me or something even worse, you absolute useless moron. He thinks he’s fairly successful in getting his panicked thoughts across even with the cowl hiding most of his face. Clark looks like he’s trying not to panic, but even a panicked Superman would be better than one not doing anything.

Come on, you big oaf, Bruce thinks as he’s dragged closer to the alien couple. Help me.

Clark watches as the purple alien drags Bruce closer to the others, satisfied smiles on their oddly shaped faces.

“Wait,” he says and steps right out of the grasp of the alien ‘holding’ him. He didn’t want to seem rude, so he let it grab onto him, but there are three brilliant suns on this planet’s sky. He’s as strong, if not stronger, as he was on Earth. There’s nothing on this planet that can hold him still if he wants to move. “What are you doing with him?”

“He’s been selected,” the tallest alien says. It doesn’t sound unkind. “It’s an honor to be chosen to carry our offspring.”

Offspring? Clark’s eyes widen in horror. They think Bruce is capable of carrying their children? How in the world will Clark be able to convince them otherwise? He’s not made for this type of negotiation; he thought they could have a peaceful conversation, not that he had to convince an entire alien race that his- that Bruce isn’t equipped to bear children.

“You can’t do that,” Clark objects as politely as he can manage. He’s starting a feel a little panicked with the way Bruce is looking over his shoulder. He’s never seen such a nervous expression on his face before – he doesn’t have to see Bruce’s eyes to know that he’s more scared than he’s willing to admit. Mostly because Bruce is never willing to admit to being scared at all. Stubborn bastard.

“No one has laid claim to this human,” the alien says and now it sounds slightly annoyed. “It is well within our rights to choose him. You won’t be needed any further, human.”

Clark doesn’t have time to explain to these creatures that while he may look like them, he isn’t human. If need be, they’ll witness it themselves when he flies in and breaks Bruce free from the other alien’s grasp. He really doesn’t want to have to fight an entire planet of aliens though, that’s exactly why he’d suggested they sit down and talk. This wasn’t what he’d had in mind at all.

“Wait, no, you can’t take him,” Clark says in a last-ditch effort to stop them. Bruce is the one who usually comes up with plans and not for the first time in his life, Clark wishes mind-reading was one of his powers. He can’t read Bruce’s face at all, but he can see the way he’s trying to dig the heel of his boots into the sand.

“Why not?” the smaller of the aliens says. They at least seem a little interested in what Clark has to say.

“Because he’s-” Clark stammers for an excuse. He looks at the way the two aliens have two of their arms wrapped together between them; how the taller alien keeps running its tentacles up the other one’s side. They’re standing close, like they don’t want to be apart, and Clark takes a risk. “He’s already betrothed!”

Clark swears Bruce looks at least a little relived that he’s come up with an idea, even if it basically is one taken out of a bad romance movie. It’s always hard to tell Bruce’s mood with those damn lenses obscuring his eyes.

“To whom?” the taller one asks curiously.

“To-” a quick breath. “Me?” He means for it to come out confident but even in its pathetic breathy state, the aliens seem to believe him. Barely. At least enough that the purple one lets go of Bruce’s arm.

“To you?” the smaller one asks and blinks its many eyes at Clark.

“Yes,” Clark says. “We’ve been partners for years.” It’s not technically a lie. Superman and Batman have been working together for several years and even as Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne they’ve partnered up before. Clark just hopes it’s enough truth that the lie isn’t clear in his voice. He usually needs more time coming up with a believable lie.

The aliens both look to Bruce as if he’s going to disagree. Clark tries not to look too nervous.

“It’s true,” Bruce says after a moment.

“Why did you not announce your mating when you arrived then?” the smaller alien asks. Once again it sounds curious more than anything. Clark notices how it’s hugging the other alien even closer now.

Because you didn’t give us a chance to speak before hauling us off to this place. Clark doesn’t think that would be a wise reply, but he can’t come up with a more convincing – or polite one – right now.

“We didn’t know if such public signs of affection would be considered rude on your planet,” Bruce luckily has enough brain capacity to half-lie. “It is somewhat frowned upon on Earth.”

“Oh my,” the alien says, something like pity in their voice. “We apologize for the suggestion.” It gestures for Clark to come closer. He stands close by Bruce’s side, just in case someone else will try to grab him. “Please feel free to act as you would do in private.”

“On Nereid we encourage public mating,” the taller one says and wraps more tentacles around its – partner? Lover? Clark isn’t sure what phrase would be politically correct – companion as if to assure them it’s telling the truth.

Clark nearly swallows his tongue at the word choice. Perhaps Green Lantern should update his alien translators to a more modern English. At least Clark would be grateful for it. Bruce doesn’t seem to even notice. He’s not reacting either way, which Clark supposes is how he reacts to most things.

“Ah,” Clark says in response when his brain catches up. Smooth. “Uh, thank you?”

“And thank you for your hospitality as well,” Bruce adds. He doesn’t quite stomp on Clark’s foot, but he settles his boot rather harshly against it. Clark doesn’t react which clearly agitates Bruce. He’s curling his hands into fists. Clark hopes the aliens won’t take offense or recognize it as an aggressive gesture.

He wonders if he should hold Bruce’s hand.

To make his anger less visible, obviously, no other reason. He eyes the hand closest to him but doesn’t move to take it. It’s not that he’s scared – although knowing Bruce, maybe he should be. He’s just nervous Bruce will do something dramatic, like jump back or pull away. Bruce probably has more willpower than that though, and Clark is left staring a little too long at Bruce’s hand. Would Bruce even notice if he took it with those giant gloves on?

Clark knows logically that Bruce can’t really do anything to hurt him if he did grab his hand, but there’s a small voice at the back of his head warning him, nonetheless. You never know what Batman carries around in his utility belt. Clark likes his hands where they are, thank you very much, he would like them to stay at the end of his arms. He does, however, step a little closer to Bruce just in case the aliens find their distance off-putting.

They’re a betrothed couple, after all. Great plan, Clark. Was ‘dating’ a little too casual for you?

The smaller alien introduces itself as a name that sounds vaguely like Adam and Clark thinks it suits them, though he couldn’t tell you why. They introduce their partner as Genevieve – or something similar enough that Clark feels confident enough thinking about them as such. The translator is good but not perfect and names never translate as well as spoken language.

Genevieve looks Clark’s face and then down at Bruce’s hand. Clark tries not to look too closely at the way their tentacles are wrapped around Adam’s, but it’s clear that they find it weird that mates – Clark blushes a little just thinking the word – wouldn’t be touching.

Clark takes a subtle breath and sneaks his hand into Bruce’s. It’s not as much sneaking as it is Clark just grabbing Bruce’s hand and lacing their fingers together. The gauntlet feels rough underneath his hands, but he can’t think too much about that. He hopes Bruce is paying attention to what Adam is telling them because Clark has no idea what they’ve been saying for the past few minutes. He’s been too busy trying not to look into any of Genevieve’s eyes.

Bruce turns to look at him with a blank face. Can a face even be blank when there’s a black mask obscuring half of it? Clark is ninety nine percent sure Bruce is raising an eyebrow at him inside that stupid led-lined cowl. It looks almost like a silent challenge and Clark frowns.

Public mating, right.

Well, this is as good as Clark can do with what he’s given to work with. It’s not like he’s going to ravish Bruce in front of a bunch of strangers, even if they are aliens (and probably wouldn’t mind judging by the way they’re all touching each other somewhat intimately). He’s a gentleman. And he’s also pretty sure Bruce would find a way to either stab or strange him before Clark’s lips ever touched him. It’s just a feeling he’s got, but he’s almost certain Bruce isn’t into the whole PDA thing. At least not while he’s in the batsuit.

Bruce lets out a little grunt as Clark squeezes his hand. It’s soft enough that only Clark can hear it, but he feels obligated to answer anyhow. If only to see what Bruce will say back if he’s faced with a little teasing.

“You don’t exactly have a back pocket I can put my hand in,” Clark says quietly, leaning close to Bruce as he speaks. “Not in this suit.”

Clark could swear the little huff of air Bruce lets out is a laugh. A small one, but a laugh, nonetheless. He can’t be certain though because the next moment Adam addresses him directly. As directly as only a dozen eyes can.

“Let us have you for dinner,” they say, and Clark can’t hide the shock on his face.

“Over for dinner,” Genevieve says with a chuckle that sounds like a truck driving over broken glass. “Don’t tease our guests.”

So, they know how the translators work. Enough to make jokes. Great.

“We really should-” Clark tries to say but he’s interrupted by another not-quite stomp on his foot.

“We would love to join you,” Bruce says and grins. It looks odd on his face. Batman doesn’t grin like that, not unless he’s monologuing over a beaten villain, and that was really only that one time with Lex Luthor. When Batman grins you expect several rows of razor-sharp teeth greeting you, not perfectly straight human teeth. It’s unsettling, but Clark doesn’t say anything. Now isn’t the time to comment on Bruce’s smile of all things.

This time when they’re led through the village none of the aliens touch them. They’re still walking very close, closer than anyone on Earth would if they had any other choice, but apparently the knowledge that they’re a mated pair is enough for them to keep their tentacles to themselves.

They’re led to a large table, where several aliens are already seated. Some large, some small, some children-sized, although Clark isn’t sure if their size corresponds with their age so he won’t greet them any different than he would adults. He opens his mouth to say hi when Bruce tugs on his arm. No greetings then, got it.

They’ve barely sat down – squeezed in next to Adam and Genevieve and what Clark assumes is a large family. They’re all the same shade of green and the small aliens’ eyes (all… seven?) are the same shape as the larger ones. He’s confident enough saying these are their children. Maybe.

There’s a bit of small talk – it’s mostly Genevieve and Adam speaking – and then they’re presented food. Or at least what looks like food. It looks vaguely like fruits, but Clark has never seen anything quite like it before. He looks to Bruce who pokes at the fruit while listening to Adam tell the story of how they met Genevieve. It’s a very sweet story. Clark doesn’t think Bruce is hearing a single word.

Clark takes a tentative bite of the orange fruit. It’s more bitter than he’d expected but not unpleasant. He’s never been very potent to poison, but he tries his best to ascertain if this would be safe for Bruce to eat. He knows Bruce is somewhat immune to most poisons – the first he’d heard Bruce talk about how he’d ingested small samples of different poisons for years, he’d nearly sent Bruce to Arkham – but he’s not sure that includes alien fruits. He’s about to try and ask Bruce in a discreet way when Genevieve speaks again.

“The mask-” they say.

“It’s custom,” Bruce interrupts quickly. “It would violate our oath to each other if I were to take it off in front of others.” He makes it sound so apologetic that even Clark has a hard time hearing the lie.

“We apologize for our rudeness,” Clark adds with what he hopes comes across as an apologetic smile.

“Oh no,” the alien says. “Earth’s mating customs are fascinating. Please, tell us more.”

There’s no way they can claim it’s too personal or an intimate subject now, seeing as they brought it up. Clark finds himself at a loss for words for a moment. He’s never been great at lying - has never had much reason to lie to anyone. There’s the secret identity, of course, but other than that he likes honest answers.

“Do you have veils here on Nereid?” Bruce asks and Clark instantly knows where he’s going this time.

“Veils?” Adam wonders.

“Fabric that covers one’s face,” Clark explains awkwardly. “It’s often used in ceremonies on Earth.”

“Oh, yes, veils!”

Clark isn’t sure if the alien just wants to sound clever or if they really do know what a veil is.

“Well, my c- mask,” Bruce is quick to correct himself. “Works somewhat like that. Hides my face from others.”

“Because it is your mate’s alone to perceive?” Adam says and they sound so dreamy that Clark has to turn to look at Bruce to hear his answer. For once Bruce seems a little caught off-guard.

“Until we’re officially married,” Clark finds himself saying. “Then I get to show him off to the entire world.” He’s not sure where that particular thought came from, but he’s running with it.

“Married?” Genevieve asks. Clark thinks they’re squinting their eyes but it’s hard to see when there are no proper human-like eyelids. “Oh! Your mating ritual.”

Oh. Oops. Clark glances at Bruce and once again he’s certain he’s being glared at.

Bruce has never wanted to be able to shoot lasers out of his eyes – or lenses for that matter – as much as he does today. It’s a good thing Clark has let go of his hand, because invulnerability be damned, Bruce would find a way to break all of his fingers. He’s trying his absolute best not to let his annoyance show on his face but it’s a tough job. He can feel his eye twitching and if Clark wasn’t pressed up against his side, he would’ve probably made a scene. As much of a scene as Batman can make, at least.

It’s not that Bruce doesn’t trust Clark - although he doesn’t trust him nearly as much as Batman trusts Superman, and yes, he is well aware how insane that sounds. Batman has known Superman far longer than Bruce has known Clark though. And Clark is- he’s a good guy. Too good, even. He always puts others before himself. He searches for the best in everyone. He’s charming and quite handsome. Bruce isn’t blind and he’s too old to deny his own attraction merely because he doesn’t trust someone. Just look at his past relationships. Although at least Clark isn’t one of his rogues or God forbid, another assassin. So yes, Bruce is aware that Clark is a handsome man. He’s also aware that it doesn’t matter whether or not he finds Clark attractive and it’s not just because Clark has a well-known, very public relationship with Lois Lane.

They’re colleagues, partners. Friends even, if you squint. Clark squints, a lot. The man doesn’t know the meaning of keeping things professional, at least not after he found out he wasn’t the only “other” on Earth. It doesn’t matter to Clark that Bruce isn’t technically “other”, he took one look at Batman and somehow wedged his way into Bruce’s life. Bruce is still trying to figure out how that happened. He must be slipping. He hasn’t been nearly as vigilant since Jason- But he won’t think about that. Jason is alive, Jason is alright.

He's getting off topic in his own mind – again. This has nothing to do with Jason, it has nothing to do with Clark’s attractiveness. It’s about Clark being reckless and getting them into this mess in the first place.

No, it’s not that Bruce doesn’t trust Clark – but sometimes he wishes he was able to punch him without breaking a hand. Right now, is one of those instances. They were so close to finding a lull in the conversation, to find an excuse to find somewhere to ‘rest’ so they can figure out how to get back to Earth. Instead, they’re stuck for another hour explaining what marriage is and how it’s celebrated. All because Clark doesn’t know how to think before he opens his stupid mouth.

At least Adeim seems interested enough not to question why Bruce is so quiet and Clark looks so uncomfortable. He really needs to work on his poker-face. Although Bruce supposes Clark doesn’t really need one. He’s not hiding behind a mask; he’s just being himself. It’s infuriating and yet inspiring to witness.

Bruce doesn’t eat any of the fruit they’re offered. He pokes a bit at it and by the end of the meal it looks like he’s eaten even though he hasn’t. He’s good at that, even back on Earth. It’s not always that the galas he attends have food that he can eat. It’s the consistency, you see, not the taste itself that’s wrong. Bruce doesn’t have time to examine the alien fruit long enough to determine if the consistency is acceptable or not.

Clark doesn’t share his concerns, it seems. Although he wouldn’t; Bruce has never seen Clark decline an offer for food. He really should look into Clark’s metabolism one of these days. He’s been wondering how different it is from Flash’s. Now is not the time for that though, because soon enough both Adeim and Genevivre stands from the table, and they’re supposed to follow suit.

They leave the guards at the table which does little to calm Bruce’s down, but Clark seems as carefree as ever. He’s back to holding Bruce’s hand, swinging their arms between them as they walk. Bruce wants to pull his hand free, but he knows he can’t. They should keep up appearances, at least until they’re somewhere safe. It’s not exactly unpleasant either. He’s wearing his gloves, but he can still feel the heat of Clark’s hand through it. It’s… comforting in a way, but Bruce doesn’t want to look too closely at that thought so he turns his attention back to the aliens walking in front of them. Clark is nearest, keeping the conversation flowing, Bruce sagging behind as much as Clark’s grip on his hand will allow.

They don’t seem unfriendly, but he wouldn’t call their demeanor kind either. He still can’t forget the look in their eyes when they’d announced they wanted him to carry their offspring. He suppresses a shudder. He may have a reputation back home, but this is too much even for playboy Brucie to handle. Offspring, really? He’s got enough with the three boys running around his home on any given day.

It's silly, really. Even considering having more children – and it’s not like he would let these aliens touch him, even if he was physically capable of carrying a child. His mind is jumping all over the place which is never a good sign.

Bruce blinks a couple of times and tries to focus on something solid, something tangible. Like Clark’s hand in his. His grip is strong but gentle. Bruce glances at the back of Clark’s head. He’s moving a lot when he speaks. The hand not holding Bruce’s is roaming around in the air as he talks and he’s turning his head to look around them.

Bruce dares follow his eyes for a moment and is surprised by how many lakes are scattered across the land. It doesn’t look like they have many mountains here, it’s mostly flat earth. It’s sand, he thinks as he lets his boot drag across the ground, but not like the sand on Earth; it’s softer somehow, more elastic.

“It’s very beautiful,” Clark’s voice cuts through Bruce’s thoughts. “Don’t you think, B?”

At least he has enough mind to avoid using their real names.

“Yes,” Bruce agrees quickly when several pairs of eyes turn to look at him. “Beautiful.” His answer seems satisfactory and all three turn back to their conversation. Bruce goes back to staring at Clark’s neck.

Does Clark ever get sunburned? He can’t, can he? His skin isn’t thin and fragile like a human’s after all. Bruce should ask him. Or maybe just figure it out on his own. He’s got an extensive file on Clark on the computer in the batcave, he’ll make a note of adding something about sunburn in there.

Before that though Bruce needs to find a way off this planet before he ends up staring holes in the back of Clark’s neck. They may be pretending to be lovers, but not even teenagers forget to blink for so long their eyes dry out. Bruce blinks a couple of times, thankful nobody can see through the cowl. At least he hopes they can’t. He should inspect these aliens closer when he gets the chance. If he gets the chance. They’ll have to survive through the night – can it even be called night when there are three suns on the sky? – before he can let his curiosity win out.

Adeim and Genevivre show them to a room. Well, it’s more like a separate cabin for which Bruce is grateful. He’s not sure he could rest at all knowing that he’d be sharing a space with both Clark and an entire alien family. The cabin is nice enough, nothing too big, hence why Bruce refers to it as a room. Both the aliens bid them a quick goodbye and even without eyelids it seems like they’re both winking at them. Bruce wants to crawl into a hole and die. If only Clark had come up with another lie, something easier to maintain. Or live with if they ever get off this planet.

For now, he’ll settle for crawling into bed, if there even is such a thing on Nereid. They walk around naked; how would Bruce know if they sleep on beds or the ground? His mind is getting fuzzy, he needs sleep. He turns to inspect the cabin once more and promptly wants to drown himself in the nearest lake.

Because of course – Bruce groans loudly – there’s only one bed. How the hell did he end up in a twisted version of a cliché romance novel and with Clark Kent of all people?

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bonesandthebees · 1 year

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ok i know it’s been a while since i sent an ask, but it’s bc the thoughts needed time to marinate, to stew, to ferment, if you will. anyways here they are!!!! my thoughts, musings, and questions about the last few stars chapters!!! (this is gonna take a few asks)

ok first O MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING AND YOU ARE INCREDIBLE THANK YOU SO MICH FOR ALL OF YOUR HARD WORK AND I HOPE YOUR LIFE IS FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!

before i get into thoughts/analysis i have a question about names: was it more common for people on eldingvegr to call them ioni and soti or theseus and orpheus??? are the eldingvegrian naming conventions the same as themisian??? or is that just the standard for royals period??? would tommy have just been ioni if his mom hadn’t been themisian???

- 💜

hi purple heart anon!! so glad you've had time to marinate your thoughts lol. I might not answer all of your asks at once. I did get them all (including the most recent one you actually sent today), I'm just kind of holding off on answering all of the asks in my inbox bc answering them helps me get into the stars headspace and I'm trying to write the next chapter rn hehe

anyway, thank you so much!!! I'm so so happy that you like the fic so much!! it's really my pride and joy :D

oh good question! even though Sóti and Ióni were technically their Eldingvegrian names, not a lot of people called them that. For the most part, they were just called Orpheus and Theseus since those were their 'formal' names. Eldingvegr isn't as strict with naming conventions as Themis is, because it has a much more open culture than Themis does. Themis is extremely closed off to most of the galaxy, while Eldingvegr has plenty of visitors and people who travel off planet all the time. so they're a bit more open to outside cultural influences and don't put as much stock into names like that. of course it's important that the royals have Eldingvegrian names, they just don't have to be the ones that are most commonly used for them. does that make sense?

if Tommy's mom hadn't been Themisian, his name probably would've just been Thomas Ióni or maybe Ióni Thomas. Eldingvegr royal names also usually follow the custom of a personal name and a formal name, so it would've just been up to Tommy's father which one ended up being his personal name and which one would've been his formal name. Names like Wilbur and Tommy and Hannah and Niki- these are all names derived from Common. They're not specific to a single planet, so you can find people with names like these all across the galaxy.

(so you might be wondering why does Themis use personal names like Hannah and Niki if they're not Themisian specific? well, it's really hard to explain, but they kind of are Themisian specific? because the thing is sirens are actually an offshoot of humans. they've just evolved to survive on Themis over thousands and thousands of years. that's why Themis takes so many names from Greek mythology. Because that is technically Themisian history, as is Common as a language. Because tens of thousands of years before the stars universe, humans came from Earth! they traveled across the galaxy and settled on different planets and evolved and developed their own cultures and histories. but there are still pieces of Earth culture scattered around. that's also why Wilbur knew the story of Ozymandias. It's an ancient text that's been passed down for thousands of years.)

this got really long oops. sorry if that's hard to understand, it's very difficult to try and explain!

#ask #purple heart anon #the stars and their children

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An introduction to an old, abandoned wip

Hey everyone! Today's post is going to be a bit of a mess considering I don't actually have a lot of info about this wip with me right now... oops. This wip was one of the first major universes I ever made (covid was rough, guys. I had a lot of time on my hands), but after starting work on some other wips like Eons or tWoA, I did something I don't usually do: forget pretty much everything about this story's plot. I just remember that it was interesting, so recently I've been trying to revive it some! Enjoy :)

Galactica in a nutshell

This wip, Galactica (this is a placeholder but we'll use it for now), is somewhat like my tWoA wip in that it takes place in a universe where humans/humanoids inhabit multiple planets/solar systems. In Galactica, the focus is on our own solar system - known as the Copernican System - and the relationships mainly between the leaders of the planets & their friends/allies. In Galactica, they have a rather complicated magic system that started out simply consisting of angels & demons and quickly spiraled out of control. You will see more what I mean below.

Characters + their purposes

The characters I remember the most about are Louis, Jacque, Rose, Zach, and a character I've given the placeholder name Bracket (or []) because I cannot remember his name. There are many more characters, but these five are some of the main ones. Bracket/[] is the king of one of Earth's kingdoms, Spiriton, largely recognized as the "evil kingdom" for the fact that it is largely made up of either fallen angels or demons (I can't remember). Louis Hynes is Bracket's best friend & confidant (and former crush, though Bracket really would rather if we didn't get into that) as well as the general of Spiriton's army. I don't remember his species/magic type, but there's a good chance he's either a fallen angel or an angel. (Watch him be neither.) He's also my first aroace character! Jacque is the king of Dea Tacita (better known simply as Tacita), the ninth and largest planet in the Copernican System. He's mostly considered dark, mysterious, and powerful - unless you know him, in which case you are well aware that he is a dramatic mope who wishes he never broke up with Bracket. Rose is a dark angel and Zach's half sister. I don't remember much else about her other than the fact that she's mute and she was one of my favorite characters. Zach is the delinquent of the friend group, recently released from juvie after nearly killing a teacher at his old school when he realized that they'd been accepting bribes to give rich students better grades. He, like Rose, is also a dark angel.

A basic guide to the magic system (because I forgot most of it)

In the Galactica universe, there are many, many different magic types (as you saw above). Here's a very, very basic guide to them!

→ Angels ↪ Angels are the most basic magic type, also known as the "default". Their color is sky blue. → Demons ↪ Demons are relatively uncommon nowadays, and they're not very important to the story as there aren't many of them left. "Half-breeds" such as fallen angels are usually considered more dangerous. Their color is black. → Fallen angels ↪ Fallen angels are one of the most common magic types. They come from one angel and one demon parent and though they used to be outcast from society, they're so common now that this doesn't really happen. Their color is white. → Dark angels ↪ Dark angels are considered the most dangerous magic type as they're extremely rare. Their magic is largely undocumented, though some say it's "unpredictable". Their color is maroon. → Light angels ↪ Light angels are a rare but harmless magic type known for having powers surrounding, unsurprisingly, light. Their color is yellow. → Broken light angels ↪ Broken (or fallen) light angels are another rare magic type, though their magic is mostly documented and they're considered fairly harmless. They have one angel or fallen angel parent and one light angel parent, and their powers often have to do with creatures (such as fireflies) that emit light. They often have familiars that appear as small, humanoid figures made of light. Their color is a yellow to sky blue gradient. → Forest sprites ↪ Forest sprites, or "green angels", are yet another rare magic type. They are also harmless. Their magic centers around plants and woodland animals, such as birds or squirrels. Their color is green.

I know there are many other characters in this universe - and I'm sure there's at least one other magic type, because I'm vaguely remembering something purple - but I wanted to get this account rolling, so I'm going to post this as is and post an updated intro soon :) Until then, stay safe & stay creative!

Credits: ⋆ moon divider by @firefly-graphics ⋆ chain divider by @cafekitsune

#wip introduction #fantasy #scifi #writeblur #writers of tumblr #magic system #worldbuilding #fantasy wip

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mood-report · 1 year

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Davos Gets Explicit (Updated)

There’s a weird dystopian theme emerging from Davos that seems to have us in the crosshairs.

First, read this sign carefully.

The Climate Change narrative is increasingly looking like a war against us.

First, zero carbon would mean zero humans.

We exhale carbon dioxide. 8 billion of us. 24/7.

Zero carbon would also mean zero carbon dioxide.

Thus zero plants, too. Oops.

Same goes for the latest target: nitrogen.

Nitrogen happens to make up our bodily proteins and feeds the soil that feeds us.

And then there’s natural gas.

As in natural gas stoves.

They don’t want us to cook, either.

Yet for those willing to put in the time to discover what climate data actually say, this video might be worth it.

Seems there has been a La Niña anomaly over the past several years that has actually cooled the equatorial ocean temperatures, and that same cooling has, counterintuitively, caused the epic draught in the western USA that has been blamed on “climate change.”

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News flash: the climate is always changing.

In an epic Davos rant (that seemed very well rehearsed), Al Gore said we’re trapping the heat of “600,000 Hiroshima-class atomic bombs exploding every single day on the earth!”

“That’s what’s boiling the oceans, creating these atmospheric rivers and the rain bombs and sucking the moisture out of the land and creating the droughts and melting the ice and raising the sea level and causing these waves of climate refugees predicted to reach 1 billion in this century.”

Pure dogs and cats stuff here.

Except that the data say otherwise.

Meanwhile, John Kerry reassured everyone that select human begins are on the case.

It's pretty extraordinary that we select group of human beings, because of whatever touched us at some point in our lives, are able to sit in a room and come together and actually talk about saving the planet. It’s almost extraterrestrial.

This is some real out-of-this-world social mood at work here, reminiscent of that classic Time magazine cover from February, 1999: The Committee to Save the World.

Right before the Tech Bust.

But Kerry hadn’t even delivered his punch line.

In order to prevent an imminent climate crisis, Kerry said, we need “money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money... we need governments to put Federal public money into it,” Kerry urged.

That’s right, your money. Our money.

John Kerry thus provided the most explicit admission yet that a global carbon tax isn’t some wild conspiracy theory, but a Davos mission.

Call it high-tech feudalism.

Drive your car to the store, we’ll tax you.

Grow a garden in your backyard, we’ll tax you.

Heat your house with oil or wood, we’ll tax you.

WEF has spelled it out repeatedly: Digital Transformation. The Fourth Industrial Revolution. You’ll Own Nothing And You’ll Be Happy.

As Ian Fleming warned, “World domination. Same old dream.”

Sooner or later, reality hits.

For example, Germany, thought by some as the greenest country in Europe, is now using lignite to survive the winter.

Lignite is the dirtiest form of coal.

Maybe that’s why coal was the best performing commodity of 2022.

Which is why the Davos social mood crescendo must surely be capped by this guy.

THE WORST IS OVER FOR EUROPE.

Again, it’s only January, son.

For as the Old Timers say in New England, winter isn’t over until you get over March hill.

Cross your fingers for Europe. They’re probably gonna need it.

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UPDATE:

As if to say Calm The *uck Down, you crazy Davos kooks, the U.S. Nuclear Regulatory Commission (NRC) announced today that it has certified Portland, Oregon based NuScale Power’s Small Modular Reactor design.

This is the first ever SMR design certified by the NRC, and is about a third of the size of a large-scale reactor.

This is a game changer when it comes to clean, abundant 24/365 baseload power generation and the timing of today’s announcement is, let’s say, interesting.

From a social mood standpoint, it may, may mark the peak of gloom and doom end times insanity coming out of Davos, although it will probably take a prolonged lack of liquidity to do that.

Still wouldn’t want one in my backyard, but it’s a start.

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Factual Misconceptions

There’s an old carpenter’s saying, “measure twice before you cut.” Facts and beliefs need more verification than that. A perfect case in point is the extinction of the dinosaurs.

When I was a kid, no one knew what happened to the die-off of the dinosaurs. Then, round about ’59 during the International Geophysical Year, revelations appeared in scientific journals about an asteroid hitting the Earth 66,000,000 years ago forming what we know today as the Yucatan basin, named only in 1978 as the Chicxulub Crater. That crater is about 50 miles wide and the impact of the asteroid would have caused catastrophic changes in the atmosphere and sunlight all over the planet – not to mention the pyroclastic explosion area radiating outwards.

Okay, you think, “There’s a factual explanation of what happened to the dinosaurs.” Well, not quite… Back in time, over the next 25,000 years or more, the largest dinosaurs did die off. Why did it take so long? Then in the ‘90s scientists started examining the trapped air bubbles in amber (fossilized tree sap) and given that the amber they were testing could be very accurately dated, they found that the level of oxygen on Earth declined slowly over those 25,000 years meaning the largest dinosaurs’ muscles no longer had the needed oxygen to sustain them. Oh, and pre asteroid hit, oxygen in the atmosphere was 150% higher than today which would result in completely different muscle capability, size, and, for example, the speed of T Rex. They now estimate that he could run at 30pmh all day—hardly the slow-moving predator we learned about in school.

Anyway, scientists had been 100% convinced that the impact of the asteroid factually caused the demise of the dinosaurs, with a caveat that it took a little longer than they expected. Then along came research that showed that vegetation also declined steadily over those 25,000 years. Then some scientists said over-population caused that change. Others attributed the drop in oxygen levels due to volcanic activity across the planet because of the asteroid “trigger.”

Once again, kids are taught these events in school, more or less presented as definite facts.

Oops… now along comes another asteroid impact in that same time period, off the coast of West Africa that they’ve named Nadir. The crater is smaller, only 6 miles wide, but it is 1,400 feet below the surface of the ocean, so who knows how large it actually was. And to make matters worse, an impact that size would have caused massive tidal waves across the planet, destroying 30%+ of coastal areas and vegetation. As a side note, the estimate of the size of that asteroid? Only 1,300 feet wide (a little over 4 football fields). Oh, and there’s an asteroid we’re now tracking named Bennu, our most threatening near asteroid, with a 1 in 1750 chance of hitting Earth. Bennu is the same size as Nadir was.

So, think the puzzle over the demise of the dinosaurs is settled fact? Well, it may be for the largest dinosaurs like T-Rex, but there are 3,500-pound crocodiles off Darwin Australia, and 3,000-pound Nile Crocs in Lake Rudolf, and 3,500-pounders off the coast of Tanzania… So maybe they are relatives, actual dinosaurs themselves, 66,000,000 years of evolution later? In under 3,000,000 years we’ve gone from Apes to upright human… dinosaurs have had 66,000,000 years to evolve. Instead of running on land all day at 30 mph, some of the largest dinosaurs maybe took to the water and only have quick, sporadic muscle busts of power. Then again, 66,000,000 years later there also are chickens, ostrich, emus, and the entire bird population which have more in common with dinosaur physiology than mammals…

So, let’s look at that first factual statement that the dinosaurs went extinct… perhaps not. It is time to use common sense and always keep measuring, keep discovering, and evermore keep an open mind.

#dinosaurs #extinction #asteroid

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 301: All My Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: We learned that when a bunch of superpowered villains are suddenly set loose with nobody around to stop them, things get fucked pretty quickly. Old Man Samurai and a bunch of other useless people decided to make “I pretend I do not see it” their new mantra, and resigned. Endeavor had a moment of despair on account of being crushed by the guilt of having ruined the lives of himself, his family, and basically everyone else in the entire world. For various reasons the heretical notion of “person who has done bad things feels sorry for doing them” sent fandom spiraling into a meltdown, so that was fun. The chapter ended with the entire Todoroki clan descending upon Enji’s hospital room to have a dramatic chat about Touya and All That General Fuckery.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “here’s the story of how Baby Touya slowly went insane trying to win his father’s love.” It’s a tale full of subverted expectations and heartbreaking inevitability, and also like twenty panels of the cutest fucking kids who ever existed on planet earth, who are so fucking cute that I can’t stop thinking about their cuteness even with all of the horrifying family tragedy unfolding around them. It is absolutely ridiculous how cute they are. Touya is out here pushing his tiny body past its limits because he inherited the same obsession as his dad and neither of them can put it aside even though it’s destroying them, and yet all I can think about is Baby Shouto’s (。･o･｡) face. Anyways what a chapter.

so I have to confess that even though I managed to avoid being caught off-guard by the early leaks, the number of people reblogging my Endeavor posts from earlier this week and using the tag “bnha 301” kind of gave me an inkling that this chapter will include more Tododrama lol. that said, I don’t know anything else about it, so we’re still good spoiler-wise

AHHHHH FLAHSBAKC AHHHH. omg I know I typoed the shit out of that, but I’m just going to leave it lol I think it’s fitting

holy shit holy fuck. so this is Rei and Enji’s first meeting, then??

yepppp, oh shit

so wait, I know this is not even the slightest bit important, but are they meeting at Enji’s home or Rei’s? because I always figured that Enji was the one with the super-Japanese aesthetic, but maybe that was Rei’s side of the family all along

(ETA: from what I found during my very brief google search, omiai meetings are often held at fancy hotels or restaurants, so maybe that’s what this is.)

there’s such a period drama feel to this setting. like it’s so outrageously formal fff how can anyone stand this kind of atmosphere though seriously

OH THANK GOD

I mean they’re still stiff af but at least they’re not rigidly sitting in seiza and staring at each other unblinkingly anymore lol. Enji’s actually got his hands in his pockets now. why is this somehow almost cute

oh damn it’s the flowers

Rei seems so subdued and it’s so hard to get any idea of what she’s actually thinking. I want to see her side of this dammit

but anyway, so at least from Enji’s perspective it seems like even though the marriage was arranged and he picked her because of her quirk, he still loved his wife and wanted to do right by her. the fact that he was watching her and noticed that she liked the flowers, and remembered that detail for all these years -- there’s a reason why Horikoshi’s showing us this. we know what’s going to happen later on; we know how much fear and violence and breaking of trust is coming up ahead, and while it may seem like this scene is serving to soften Enji’s character further -- which to be fair it is -- it also helps drive home the full impact of his abuse. that it’s so terrible not only because of the trauma of the abuse itself, but also because of the way it retroactively destroys all of the good things as well. this could have potentially been such a sweet scene, but it’s inescapably tainted by the knowledge of what’s to come, at least for me. and that’s just brutal

anyways, shit. is the whole chapter going to be like this?? feel free to toss in something I can actually make a joke about sometime, Horikoshi

oop, back to the present

omfg lol

“are you all right” “NO I’M NOT ALL RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK.” “oh, right, because of all the stuff that’s happened with me abusing you and you having a mental breakdown and being hospitalized for ten years and then our son coming back to life and killing thirty people, right, right. I almost forgot.” whoops

omfg you guys I’m loving this new and improved steely-eyed Rei. I’m loving her a lot

and what do you mean “part one” fkjds how long is this going to be. TOO MUCH DRAMA FOR ONE CHAPTER TO HANDLE

oh, hello

yeah I’ll say you did. didn’t seem to bother you much at the time, though

HMMMMMMMMMMMM

Dabi Is A Noumu intensifies even further. anyways though would you fucking look at this boy lounging on this moth-eaten couch doing his best DRAW ME LIKE YOUR FRENCH GIRLS impression wtf

Dabi what if you actually had killed him??? what would you feel?? satisfaction?? regret?? anything at all?? tell me your secrets goddammit

who are you talking to buddy

Fuyumi-chan, Natsu-kun (is it common for brothers to address each other as -kun?? can’t recall seeing that in many other anime, but hey), and “dot dot dot,,,,,, SHOUTO” lol thank you so much for this bountiful heaping of Tododrama Horikoshi we are blessed

AH, WHAT DID I SAY THE OTHER DAY

ULTIMATE MELODRAMATIC THEATER CHILD. “I’M JUST GOING TO LIE ON THIS COUCH SHIRTLESS AND ALONE AND MAKE SPEECHES TO MY FAMILY MEMBERS WHO AREN’T THERE AND SAY THINGS LIKE ‘WATCH ME IN THE PITS OF HELL’ WITH A STRAIGHT FACE BECAUSE NO ONE’S THERE TO JUDGE ME.” WELL JOKE’S ON YOU MISTER CHATTERBOX BECAUSE I AM IN FACT JUDGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU LOL

(ETA: and on a more serious note, it’s interesting to see that “look at me”/”watch me” theme being used again though, because we see that same sentiment uttered repeatedly by the younger Touya in the flashback. well kid, you definitely got your wish at last. don’t know what else to say.)

OKAY HORIKOSHI HAS DECIDED THAT’S ENOUGH FUN, TIME FOR MORE FLASHBACKS

oh my sweet precious lord

just as cute as we left him. giving us a child this cute when we all know full well what’s going to happen to him is just unspeakably cruel though

HOMG

I’m fucking speechless. you broke me, congratulations. what am I even supposed to do with this

I can’t get over this. moving forward my life will be split into two distinct parts, B.P. (Before the Pout) and A.P. (After the Pout)

and meanwhile there’s ALL THIS BACKGROUND ANGST BUILDING UP, AND I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON IT. Touya’s arm and cheek are covered in bandages (I’m guessing this is shortly after that “ouch!” panel we got some chapters back), and Enji is deliberately avoiding training with him because he doesn’t want him to hurt himself further. I can’t fucking get over the irony that all this time everyone thought Touya had died because Enji pushed him too far in his training, and it turns out that it’s the opposite -- the tragedy ultimately happened because he didn’t want to push him. but I’m jumping ahead of myself though I guess

by the way,

remember this?? just wanted to remind you that it exists just in case you forgot

so now someone is talking and basically saying that Touya is the exact opposite of what Enji was hoping for when he decided to start playing with quirk genetics

-- okay hold up

...lol no, never mind. for a second I thought “holy shit he looks kind of familiar WHAT IF IT’S UJIKO OMG” before I remembered that Enji would have recognized him during the hospital capture mission if that was the case. so NEVER MIND, PROCEED

IMAGINE THAT, ENJI DOESN’T QUITE SEEM SATISFIED WITH THIS SUGGESTION OF QUITTING NOW

(ETA: how the fuck did this man go around saving 62 towns in a single day what even is All Might.)

[clicks tongue several times] trouble a’brewin’

MEANWHILE BABY TOUYA HAS UNFORTUNATELY INHERITED HIS DAD’S STUBBORN STREAK

KLDIHWOEIJFL:KSDJ

!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god. oh my god. what is this chapter. WHAT IS IT

so now Touya is all “YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND MY MANLY DESIRE TO BURN MYSELF ALIVE” well you got her there champ

THEY’RE TOO CUTE. OH MY GOD. HIS FURIOUS LITTLE TEARS. HER CHUBBY LIL FACE. HIS STUBBY LIL FISTS. SOMEONE HELP ME

also are they just home alone lol or what. “hey Touya, you’re what, like six now?? do us a favor and look after your baby sister for a couple hours for us would you? make sure not to set yourself on fire or anything.” WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!!

now it’s nighttime and Enji and Rei are arguing, presumably about his decision not to train Touya anymore

whew. okay. so, a couple of things here

1. first of all I think this conclusively shows that Enji really was trying to do the best he could for Touya. he stopped training him as soon as he realized it was hurting him, but Touya was still determined so he tried to make it work anyway, and even visited doctors to try and figure out if there was anything they could do. then, once they were absolutely sure that it wasn’t going to work, he tried multiple times to explain to Touya why they had to stop. he didn’t just abandon him out of the blue, which is really important to note. “no matter how much I tried telling him...”

so yeah, that debunks another common fandom accusation. so by the time he finally makes this decision, which we all know is going to turn out horribly, it’s basically because he’s already tried everything else he could think of. which, by the way, still doesn’t mean he handled this right. but at the very least he was taking Touya’s feelings into account and he was trying, and he didn’t just abruptly toss his son aside (at least not yet)

2. buuuut, then there’s this panel right below all that

which is the other side of it. if he’d just quit like the doctor person advised him to, that would have been the end of it. Touya would still have been upset, but he would have eventually gotten over it and the family would have moved on and possibly even been happy. but what happens next happens because Enji can’t let go. he still has this maddening urge to surpass All Might, and so he and Rei keep having more children, and then Shouto is born, and Enji finally has a kid he can start projecting all of his hysterical ambitions onto once again, and everything starts spiraling out of control soon after

though p.s. none of that is Shouto’s fault though!! he’s one of the few good things to come out of this whole mess and I’m very happy that he exists. the tragedy is that his dad fucking lost his mind over his quirk and fucked everything up. but that’s on him, not Touya or Shouto

anyways, SLKFJLSHGLKJL

I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE THIS YOU GUYS??? LOOK AT THAT LIL BUTTON OF A NOSE??? I’M LOSING IT HERE???

AND TOUYA JUST SEEMS DEVASTATED OMG

because children aren’t stupid, after all. he understands that his dad is still looking to surpass All Might. and so he feels like a failure, and feels like his dad is trying to replace him because he wasn’t good enough. and even now, isn’t that what the adult Touya is trying to prove?? that he was good enough after all?? “I’ll show you what happens when you give up on me, dad”?? “I’ll show you what I can do”?? fuck my life fuck everything

AND YOU CAN SEE THE TOLL THAT IT’S ALL TAKING ON REI GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AS WELL OH GOD

really nice touch here with the panel outlines becoming all shimmery from the heat of Endeavor’s flames (and/or becoming more unstable as the family gets closer and closer to their breaking point). but man, Horikoshi I can’t handle this, please show us more cute kids or something I can’t

GKELKWFJLDKSHFLKL

WITTLE BABE. BEEB. BUBS. SMOL. lkj; oh ouch a piece of my heart just detached and latched onto him huh look at that

TODOROKI “I’M SO SMALL AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON AND I DIDN’T ASK TO BE HERE” SHOUTO AHHHHH

crazy how they all just seem to know right off the bat lol. kid doesn’t even have object permanence yet, let alone a quirk. but do they care?? IT’S THE HAIR, RIGHT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT, I’M JUST GONNA COME OUT AND SAY IT. they knew the minute they looked at him lol

AND MEANWHILE TOUYA IS OFF HAVING UNSUPERVISED TRAINING/CRYING SESSIONS IN THE MOUNTAINS OR WHATEVER, AND, UH OH

are those blue flames yet?? they seem pretty close

(ETA: this is one of the few cases where the manga being in black and white is infuriating lol.)

OH MY GOD AND STILL

so it’s not like he was so disinterested that he didn’t notice what was happening, and he was still trying to stop it and get through to him. trying to reassure him that it wasn’t the end of the world and there were other things he could do with his life, but this one particular thing just wasn’t going to happen

fucking hell. it’s agonizing seeing how close they actually were to fixing it. if he’d only said the right words, or if he’d realized at this point how destructive his obsession could be to his kids, and backed off from putting that same pressure on Shouto. we came so close to possibly having a happy ending

AND ALSO THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING BUT PLEASE LOOK AT HOW TOUYA IS LIKE THREE AND A HALF FEET TALL AND HIS DAD IS LIKE NINE AND A HALF FEET. Touya barely comes past his knees flkjlkg. the Todoroki household must have been so filled with like plastic stepstools to reach the bathroom sink and all the little baby toothbrushes, and baby gates to keep the kiddos out of the important grown-up rooms and stuff. and also days-old half-empty cups of water and stale crackers and hot wheels and my little ponies strewn everywhere

“BUT EVERYONE AT SCHOOL SAYS THEY’RE GONNA BE HEROES” a wild Deku parallel appears?? how bout that

I know this is like a pivotal moment in the Todo Tragedy and all, but fucking look at this lil dumpling

“sup bro, it’s me, the manifestation of your fears of inadequacy and lack of fatherly affections. a GAAA. ba-baAA-baa [gurgling baby sounds]”

OHHHHH IT’S THE SOUND OF MY HEART BREAKING OH NO

HE WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU ENJI. good lord somebody please just get this family some therapy

“DAD YOU IGNITED IT IN ME” flkjslkj nope, nope. not ready for this pain here

baby Shouto, would you like to weigh in on this affair? “DA!! ba-ga-daaa, [pacifier chewing noises]” oh my, you don’t say. so insightful for one so young

OH MY GODDDDDD

IT’S SO DRAMATIC BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT ARE THE SHOUNEN WOOSH LINES SURROUNDING FOUR-MONTH-OLD SHOUTO LOL HE WAS LIKE THIS FROM BIRTH OH MY GOD I AM DYING HELP

SHOUTO YOU’RE RUINING THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER!?!?!

“yo, the fuck kind of family was I fucking born into” oh, son. if you only knew. IF YOU ONLY KNEW!!

(ETA: lmao I got so distracted by the ridiculous cuteness that I glossed over the fact that Baby Touya seems to possibly be aiming at him?? it’s hard to tell because he’s also super out of it from heatstroke and may just be losing control in his attempt to show off his upgrade.)

ANYWAY THAT’S THE END EXCEPT WHAT’S THIS LAST LINE OMG

ffffff. and we’re in for ANOTHER chapter of this next week?? MORE drama?? MORE BABIES?? MORE OF EIGHT-YEAR-OLD TOUYA’S SLOW DESCENT INTO MADNESS. MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT, BUT ALSO YES PLEASE SIGN ME UP

#bnha 301 #dabi #todoroki touya #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki rei #todoroki shouto #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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hermannsthumb · 3 years

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possible prompt for a university au: newt is the biology major who maintains all the fish tanks in the physics building at 11pm and hermann is the physics student who likes to wander the halls to think. newt accidentally flings water all over the ground and hermann trips, hijinks ensue.

earlier today I was thinking about how I wrote a college AU fic almost 3 years ago to the date, and how I wanted to do more bc its fun thinking about newt and hermann as dumb college students

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Newt's not really sure how he ended up with the weirdest work-study job on the planet, but honestly, things could be much, much worse (he could be stuck down in the dining hall, or dealing with confused freshmen in the school bookstore) so he keeps his thoughts on the whole thing to himself. Every Friday at eleven sharp, Newt pulls on his grodiest t-shirt and a pair of long rubber gloves and treks all the way over to the physics department to set to work scrubbing down the fish tanks that line the classroom walls. Why does the physics department have fish tanks? Newt's not really sure about that, either. It's kind of an insane amount of them, too, more than even the marine bio department has. Maybe it's supposed to boost morale or something. Hey, look at these crazy cool tropical fish who get to do nothing but eat and swim in circles, sorry you're stuck inside calculating velocity and shit.

Whatever, Newt's not complaining about that either. Let the physics nerds have their fun. It'll be good for them to branch out a little, realize there's life beyond robotics club meetings.

Also, Newt likes the fish. They're cute. He likes to think they like him, too, because they're very well behaved when he has to scoop them out of their tanks and plop them into smaller fish bowls (the kind goldfish in movies always use). He's going to teach them tricks eventually—he had a beta fish once who would do a little flip when Newt tapped the glass a certain way because he knew he'd get rewarded with dried worms, so Newt knows it's possible. Just imagine, a hundred fish doing flips on command. Newt Geiszler, fish whisperer.

Yeah, maybe the job could be more glamorous. It's really hard to get algae out of the gloves, and he hasn't been allotted the budget for a new pair yet.

"Hey, guys!" he shouts as he pushes in the door to room 214. The fish don't acknowledge him: they just continue swimming in their giant tank. In and out of plastic plants and rock caves. The rock caves were a gift from Newt three months into the job, and so were some of the moss balls—stimulation is important for fish! He wouldn't want to be trapped in a glass box with nothing to do, either. "I bet you missed me. Ready for a clean tank?"

Newt always talks to the fish, even if they don't talk back, because he thinks it's important to build their trust. He'll usually keep a running commentary of his week as he scrubs the tanks, just get everything off his chest that he needs to get off. Stuff he's worried about. Stuff that went well. Stuff that went badly. Therapy's expensive, and Newt's student health insurance can only cover so much, but talking to fish? That's free.

That's also kinda why he does it so late at night and over the weekend. The last thing he wants is an audience. Because, one, talking to fish is admittedly weird, and two, no one wants a glimpse at Newt's psyche like that, probably not even the fish.

The first step in cleaning the tanks is relocation. Newt digs his stereotypical goldfish bowls and an industrial-size mesh wand out of the supply closet, fills the former with some of the special tank salt water, and begins the slow and arduous task of scooping out the fish and depositing them into the bowls. "I had the lamest week," he announces once he's about three clownfish in. "I was working on a group project Saturday—"

Then Newt stops, because he hears footsteps in the hallway just outside the classroom.

Serial killer, Newt's instincts supply helpfully.

No, Newt corrects himself, that's dumb. Why would a serial killer wander into the physics building at eleven o'clock at night? Why would anyone, period? He's probably imagining stuff. Lack of sleep, stress over his upcoming projects, residual embarrassment from his disaster study session Saturday, all of it culminating in Newt thinking there's someone there. No, definitely imagining it. Newt can only even get in this late to the department because his ID swipe card is set up with the right permissions—not even the physics students have the permissions he does to be in this late at night. Well, not unless they clean the kitchenette in the student lounge or something.

Or if Newt left the door unlocked.

More footsteps. Closer now.

Newt's pretty sure he didn't leave the door unlocked, because he thinks it locks automatically behind him, and he would have to literally prop it open for anyone to get in after him. But anything's possible. The door could've caught on a dropped pencil or a paper scrap or other weird shit that physics students leave around, and a serial killer could've noticed and taken the opportunity to sneak inside on the off chance a hapless young biology major was scrubbing slime off fish tanks in the middle of the night. Any minute now, Newt's about to end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries. The Physics Department Murder. The Disappearing Biologist. (Nah, neither of those are very good titles, but that's why Newt isn't on the creative writing track.)

Step-tap-step. Closer now; Newt's heart leaps to his throat. Step-tap-step. Step-tap-step. Pausing just outside the door of room 214. God, why didn't Newt turn the lights off? Why didn't he shut the door?

Newt reaches for the first vaguely weapon-shaped thing he can find—an empty fishbowl, because Newt's not going to sacrifice any of the fish for this—and, as the door swings open, hurls it with a cry.

The bowl clunks on the ground. Except it turns out Newt grabbed the wrong fish bowl, because (even though it doesn't shatter, thank God) water quickly begins to seep across the slate floor tiles towards Newt's serial killer, a pathetic little clownfish (Newt thinks this one is named Albert, because the physics department is made up of nerds who do shit like name their random pet fish after their kind) flopping around in the puddle. Newt's serial killer, meanwhile, cries out similarly, his arms windmilling as he loses his footing and slips backwards, his cane—

Oh, fuck.

The intruder is not a serial killer. It's someone possibly worse, actually: Newt's mortal enemy, Hermann Gottlieb.

Newt's not really sure at what point Hermann became his mortal enemy and not just some guy I have class with that I hate, but he can pretty easily say that they've hated each other since the moment Hermann walked through the doors of Engineering 101 and was deigned Newt's lab partner by the Alphabetized By Last Name Seating Chart god. Something about Hermann just gets under Newt's skin. It's not his prissy English accent, or his oversized sweaters, or his absolutely horrendous haircut, and it's not even that he takes every opportunity to savagely rip apart every single thing Newt says in class. Don't get Newt wrong, that's all super fucking annoying, but it's annoying levels he can deal with.

It's the stuff they have in common that makes Newt hate him. It's like Hermann's a slightly broodier and more angular mirror that reflects all of Newt's most egregious faults—his arrogance, his stubbornness, his social awkwardness, his desperation to be taken seriously—right back at him. It sucks.

Plus, one time Newt caught Hermann ripping down the flyer he put up on the quad for Anime Club to advertise his stupid chess club instead, and he's never managed to forgive him for that.

Newt may hate Hermann, but he's not about to let him land on his ass in a puddle of fishy water (especially not on a freezing November night) just because the subsequent bitching would be unbearable, and, yeah, it would be supremely shitty of Newt, so he leaps forward just in time to catch Hermann and his cane before he hits the ground. He's so impressed with himself with his amazing catch that it takes him a few seconds to realize that Hermann is shouting and probably has been shouting since he slipped.

"—bloody maniac! What on earth are you doing in here? How are you in here? Did you just assault me? I'm going to phone campus police, you wretched—"

"Hold that thought," Newt says.

He rights Hermann and snags the mesh net and rescues poor Al before it's too late, dropping him back into the big tank with the rest of his friends. Newt can't be sure, but he thinks Al blows a bubble in thanks at him. Maybe he needs to make friends outside fish.

Hermann is still yelling at him.

"I am going to tell the head of the department you're—you're skulking about in here after hours!" he declares. "You're a menace. Pay attention to what I'm saying to you, Newton!"

Newt sighs and turns around. Hermann's turned an interesting shade of red—sort of like an over-boiled lobster, or if he fell asleep in the sun for too long. Newt wonders if it's from embarrassment (almost falling on his ass) or anger (almost being knocked on his ass). Probably anger. "Look, dude, I'm sorry," Newt says. His face twists like he ate a lemon, and he hopes Hermann doesn't notice. Newt hates apologizing to Hermann. "It's my job to clean the tanks every weekend. You scared the shit out of me and I freaked out—it's just that, like, no one ever comes by this late. Ever." He decides not to mention the serial killer thing. Hermann might make fun of him for being jumpy or paranoid or something.

Hermann's scowl doesn't lessen, but he does nod. Plus, he stops shouting. That's as much as Newt's gonna get of forgiveness. "Hmph," Hermann says. "You clean the tanks?"

"Every weekend," Newt repeats. He realizes he got some fish tank slime on Hermann's button-up when he caught him. Oops. Hopefully Hermann won't notice until Newt's in the safety of his dorm. "Gotta pay for my textbooks somehow." Then he frowns. "Wait, so what are you doing here? I didn't know you had access to the building this late."

Maybe Hermann is the kitchenette-cleaning guy after all. But, to his surprise, Hermann sniffs and casts his eyes to his dorky Oxford shoes. "Er," he says. "It's just—I was having trouble working out a solution to a problem, and thought a walk might do me good. Chilly nights like this one always do. And I quite like this building at night—it's calm, and much quieter than my dormitory." He fidgets. "And—well—only don't say anything to anyone, but I rewrote the permissions of my ID card so I could come and go wherever I please ages ago."

"You rewrote the permissions?" Newt says. "What the hell, wouldn't you have to hack into the security system or something to do that?"

"Well, obviously," Hermann says.

Despite himself, and despite Hermann being his Mortal Enemy, Newt is genuinely impressed. "Dude," he says. "That is so badass." Since when has Hermann been a badass?

Hermann's eyebrows jump, and he blinks at Newt behind his dorky librarian glasses. What twenty-one-year-old wears librarian glasses? With a chain? "You think so?" he says.

"Uh, totally," Newt says. "What problem were you stuck on? The one from Saturday?"

Being lab partners for engineering means Newt and Hermann have to collaborate on pretty much everything, including their midterms. Their midterm is what they've been working on for the past two weeks. On Saturday, though, they met in neutral ground to work on it (a reserved study room in the library), and, after a stupid and massive argument that had the librarians hoisting them out by their shirt collars and threatening to ban them for life, Hermann called Newt an idiot and stomped off into the night. Newt still hasn't gotten around to giving the problem another shot. Whatever, they have another week before the dumb thing is due. Plenty of time. Hermann nods. "Yes," he says. "Er—that one."

Newt glances at the clock ticking away on the wall. Quarter after eleven. Hermann's delayed him a whole fifteen minutes. Technically, he reminds himself, he doesn't actually have to have the tanks scrubbed by Friday night—he has the whole weekend to get it done. Also, he kind of feels like he owes Hermann for attacking him the way he did. Accidentally attacking. "Listen, Hermann," he says, feeling totally insane for what he's about to suggest. But he kind of wants to know more about Hermann The Badass. "What if we went back to my place and worked on it together? I'll buy us pizza, and I have, like, a bunch of energy drinks." The pizza place nearest campus is open until three in the morning, almost definitely because they get all of their business from sleep-deprived undergrads. Plus, they have midnight specials where you get free breadsticks with every pizza. Newt could go for some breadsticks. "It might be...fun," he adds.

Fun? With Hermann? Hermann will think he hit his head or something.

But to his surprise, Hermann doesn't hesitate even a second before saying "Alright, then."

"Oh," Newt says. He honestly thought Hermann would put up more of a struggle. "Cool!"

"But I might need to borrow a jumper," Hermann says. "If you'd be so...courteous, that is. I'm a bit chilly."

For some reason, the thought of Hermann (Newt's mortal enemy, but also a secret badass) curled up in one of Newt's baggy sweatshirts makes Newt feel all weird and warm all over. He swallows a few times, because his throat feels a little weird, too. Too tight. Like he just ate something he's allergic to. "No sweat," Newt says. "Let me just get these fish back in the, um, the tank. And—" He waves his slimy, gloved hands. "Take these off. And clean up that puddle. Gimme—um, gimme like, ten minutes?"

"Of course," Hermann says, and gives Newt a small, terse nod.

From Hermann, it's a smile. Newt almost slips on the puddle he's so blindsided by it. Stupid Hermann, making him feel all weird and clumsy.

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doctenwho · 3 years

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Moonlight Getaway

Hello! Thank you for the prompt, it was a lot of fun to write! This idea is adorable-- I always love a good dancing-in-the-moonlight trope, so hopefully you enjoy!

Bit of a disclaimer, since I’m uncreative, the planet I used is basically just Corona from Tangled, because for the life of me I couldn’t stop thinking about when Eugene and Rapunzel were hanging out and dancing in that scene when I read the prompt. So, oops if that influenced the fic?

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3,450

Summary: Read the request above! :)

(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to the creator! :D)

You let yourself sink down, arms crossing across the table in front of you, and forehead resting on your forearms. You gave a heavy sigh into the room, blinking your eyes shut.

You’d been travelling in the TARDIS all day—had been since you left the last planet you and the Doctor had visited, where you’d almost died. Twice. Three, if you counted the part where the Doctor slyly talked the two of you away from the space guns pointed at you.

It had been far more running than you’d ever like to happen, and as it turned out, running for your life really took all the energy out of you. Normal running be damned to the crash that followed an adrenaline ‘fearing-for-your-life’ run.

You’d been travelling with the Doctor for a while now, but you still weren’t quite used to... well, the threat that came with travelling Outerspace with an alien Timelord. How everything seemed to want to kill you, or chase you, or, well, kidnap you.

And all the running you did on a daily basis. The running just to survive whatever you happened to be doing.

It wasn’t usually as bad as it had been the past couple days-- you’d just run into some problems on the planet, and were unfortunately unable to leave as quickly as you would’ve liked. You and the Doctor had been stranded, in near constant danger for the better part of two days before you’d managed to escape to the TARDIS and make a quick getaway.

You weren’t even sure you’d done anything wrong, but perhaps the Doctor had at some point or another and it was just his past catching up with him. And you’d just kinda been roped along for the journey.

It still ran you ragged. The past couple days. You wanted to flop into your bed, and never get up. To hibernate for at least a week before you were ready to join the world of the living again.

You knew you couldn’t though, even though the Doctor would probably let you and not say anything about it, because he was just so soft with you. The thought of it just didn’t sit right with you though, no matter how good the offer looked. It would be a waste. Not everyone got what you got—to see space, and time, and travel with the last Timelord in existence. It really was worth a bit of exhaustion in the end.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t be tired right now though. Because you were. You’d slept all night, and into the day after returning to the TARDIS and getting off that planet, but you were still so tired. It was more mental than physical at this point.

You just needed some down time where you weren’t in danger, which you were thankfully getting as you sat safe and sound in the TARDIS kitchen, and you hoped it would last for at least a while longer. Hopefully.

“(Y/N)?” the Doctor’s voice called, almost sing-songy.

You shifted around on your chair, lifting your gaze to peek your eyes out over your forearm to look at the Doctor. He was leaning against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and one ankle kicked up over the other. His head was tilted, blinking at you as a smile curled onto his lips.

“Yes?” you breathed out, letting your chin drop down on your forearm, keeping your gaze on the Doctor. He gave you a grin, finally stepping into the room and sitting on the chair opposite to you.

“We’re here,” he told you.

“Here?” You raised an eyebrow in question, since you hadn’t thought the Doctor had any destination in mind, just that he’d been in a hurry to get you off the previous planet. He hadn’t said anything about it when you’d left him in the console room to retire to your bedroom yesterday evening, and he hadn’t mentioned it when you’d seen him when you woke up either. “And... where exactly is here?”

“Corona,” the Doctor told you, smile wide. “It’s a beautiful planet with friendly inhabitants. It's always very fun to visit, and I thought you might like a break from our usual travels.”

You hesitated for a second, still feeling so tired, and really not up for more running around and fearing for your life today. That usually was the Doctor’s definition of fun.

Today was supposed to be a day of downtime.

“None of that, don’t give me that look,” the Doctor snorted a laugh as his eyes lit up happily, “no danger whatsoever. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think you’d be completely safe after the last few... perilous days.”

You lifted your eyebrow once more, finally sitting up from your slouch on the table, “promise?”

“Of course,” he gave an honest nod, “I promise.”

You gave it one last thought before finally ducking your head in a nod. You really did trust the Doctor. It was hard not to trust him. He was just very trustworthy.

“Great!” The Doctor grinned, “I promise you’ll have fun; don’t you worry. Now, why don’t you go get dressed, and I’ll wait for you in the console room, yeah?”

“Dressed in what?” You rose slowly from your seat, rubbing your tired eyes. He hadn’t said much about the planet, like what kind of clothes you should wear. Should you dress for hot weather, or cold weather?

“Something nice,” the Doctor shrugged, a playful twinkle in his eye, “but comfortable.”

You tilted you head, finally noticing what the man was wearing. It wasn’t his usual suit and jacket. The clothes he wore every day, his signature look.

He was wearing a tuxedo classy and pristine—down to a perfectly tied bowtie. You’d seen him dressed up in this attire only once before, when he’d led you into some kind of gala back when you’d first started travelling with him.

“You’re in a tux,” you stuttered out in surprise, mouth agape, “...just how fancy should I be dressed for this planet?”

“Depends on the night,” the Doctor gave a cheeky grin, “you’ll look perfect in whatever you decide though.” He stood up, turning away from the table and walking towards the door, “I’ll be waiting for you.”

And then he was gone, turned down the hall and disappearing out of sight.

You shook yourself from your stupor, finally managing to trail down the halls to your bedroom. You picked out an outfit—it was nowhere near as fancy as the Doctor’s clothes, but you liked it, and it suited you well. Just enough class to be considered fancy, but also comfortable to wear.

The Doctor was waiting in the console room, as promised. He was perched over the TARDIS console, looking over the screen before he was pushing some buttons. His attention perked up to you when he finally noticed you stood in the doorway.

“You look lovely,” he grinned, giving you a quick once over where he ducked his gaze off you when he realized what he’d been doing. He was quick to stand to his full height, clearing his throat as he adjusted his jacket cuffs. “Ready then?”

“You’re not going to tell me anything else about this planet?”

“No,” he laughed, “but I’ll show you?”

You gave a huffy laugh of your own before giving him a halfhearted one shoulder shrug, “I guess I’m ready then.”

“Lovely!” He chirped, striding towards the doors, and waiting briefly for you to follow. You didn’t bother hesitating anymore, now you were more curious than anything else. What did the Doctor have planned?

It was beautiful outside the doors. Something almost out of a fairytale.

Stone walkways and street lights that lit up the darkening sky as the sun started to set above you. There wasn’t much street life, a couple families, children running around and being children—couples dressed in classy-casual outfits. Flowing dresses and skirts, and fancy slacks and dress-shirts as far as the eye could see.

Everyone obviously on their way somewhere, as they all trailed up the stone path, laughing and talking-- in generally good moods.

It looked almost like earth, and the human race, but with subtle differences. Just enough to remind you that you weren’t on earth. It was easy to forget you weren’t though—especially since they were speaking English.

“Ah, perfect,” the Doctor hummed to himself beside you, looking pleased as his eyes travelled over the sight outside the TARDIS doors.

“What’s... happening?”

The Doctor finished his gazing around quickly, before dropping his attention to you and a smile lifted onto his lips, “I knew my timing was right, this is a traditional festival. It’s yearly, I believe, but there’s always one gathering or another to attend around here. I’ve never seen any other planet quite as big on their celebrations as this one.”

“A festival?” you tilted your head in interest, “so... nothing dangerous?”

“One would hope not,” the man gave a light laugh, offering his hand to you, “I’ve never run into any problems here before.”

And that was enough answer for you, as you finally allowed some of the tension to ease off your shoulders. The Doctor attracted danger like a moth to a light source, so if he’d not come across anything dangerous here then you could relax a little.

You managed a small smile as you settled your hand in his. The Doctor was quick to tighten his hand around yours, before he was leading you up the walkway with the rest of the townsfolk. The chatter exchanged was light, and friendly. The towns people invited you and the Doctor into conversation easily, and the children ran amongst the adults, weaving between them playfully.

The atmosphere was refreshing—especially after the past few days of fear and struggling. And, as much as you hated to admit it, it was even better than being on your earth.

The towns people were gathered in the town square, it looked like the entirety of the population was gathered for whatever they happened to be celebrating. There was singing, and dancing. Children playing around and couples swaying to the live music.

“What do you think?” the Doctor leaned close to your ear so you could hear him over the full-swing of the festival taking place, “like it?”

“I do,” you gave him a shy nod, looking around at everything happening before settling your gaze back on the Doctor. “It’s like being home. Almost.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he gave you a smile, and it was almost too loud to hear him, “I hope this makes up for the past few days, they were definitely a fluke.”

“No, they weren’t,” you gave a bright laugh, “if anything, this planet is the fluke, Doctor.”

The Doctor gave a surprised laugh, before he was giving you an almost guilty look at the completely true accusation, “yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

“I love travelling with you, even though we almost die sometimes,” you told him fondly, batting your eyelashes at him, the action accompanying your words. The Doctor’s hand squeezed around yours for a second before he let his grip return to barely hanging on.

“I’ll always protect you,” the man scoffed, though his eyes trailed over you fondly, “you’re safe with me, (Y/N).”

“I know,” you bowed you head, hiding your flushing cheeks casually.

“Anyways,” the Doctor cleared his throat, thumb fluttering across you knuckles softly, “how about we check out the food? They’ve got amazing baked goods, if I remember correctly?”

“Let’s do it,” you gave an excited nod, grinning brightly at the Doctor, who returned it.

“Allons-y!”

The food was pretty good. It wasn’t earth food by any means, and even if this place looked almost like earth, the food certainly didn’t. You still tried some of it, and enjoyed some of the pastries and desserts (which were amazing, like the Doctor had promised).

When the two of you were finished eating, the Doctor led you around to see everything happening.

There were games occupying the kids in attendance, and the two of you had even been dragged along to join in one of the games by a cute little boy who you just couldn’t say no too.

And it was fun. Playing around with the kids, and watching the Doctor let himself relax and enjoy their little games too. He seemed just as relaxed as you felt, even though he usually had an air of levelheadedness whenever you were around him, you knew it was just an act sometimes.

Even though he was a nine-hundred-and-something year old Timelord, you knew he still got overwhelmed by some things, even if he attempted to hide it behind a mask of confidence.

So, it was nice to see him so completely okay. A small, real smile as a little girl tugged him by his hand to the center of the game, bright eyes as a toddler tugged on the edge of his tuxedo jacket to get his attention.

The two of you made your way to the live music next, watching the band play.

There were instruments like the ones on earth, like a set of similar drums, and a guitar that looked pretty close to the ones on earth, but some instruments you didn’t know too. Everything blended together perfectly though, sounding beautiful and smooth.

It was lively, and the surrounding crowd was enthused and dancing, enjoying their evening.

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten dragged into a mixer dance. Or when one had even started?

You weren’t against it, instead laughing and following suit with the man who’d gently tugged you into the growing dance, away from the Doctor. You feared briefly that you’d be separated from the Doctor, but you didn't have to worry for long though, as you watched a woman tug the Doctor in just as the man had to you, pulling him along into the dance with her.

You let out a laugh as you were twirled around, trying your best to follow the man’s footing as he danced with you. You glanced at the Docter every so often, watching him play the part just as you were. The man twirled you, and led you along following the rest of those dancing along with you.

Before you knew it, you were twirled into someone else’s arms, another happy face who was returning your grin. The woman leading you along this time laughed, interlocking your fingers together with hers as you both twirled yourselves under your interlocked arms, laughing brightly together.

It continued for a while, partners swapping around, following what you assumed was precise steps correlating to the music; dancing with men and women alike, before you were finally spun into a familiar chest. You didn’t even have to look up to know it was the Doctor, his arms wrapping around you, firm but careful, and the familiar scent of the TARDIS enveloped you.

“Having fun?” the Doctor asked with a teasing grin. His cheeks were dusted red, as you were sure yours were from the dancing, and the laughing too.

“So much,” you told him brightly, nuzzling your nose against him before following along in the dance as best as you could. You’d done it enough now, through the course of swapping partners, to know the gist of it, but still, neither you nor the Doctor actually knew all the steps. So, you missed a couple steps, and ran into each other awkwardly once or twice, but it was all laughs.

Others around you joined in on the laughing—not at you, but with you—like everyone knew the two of you had no idea what you were doing. Like they knew you weren’t from around here- and maybe they did?

The music to the song you were dancing too faded off, and everyone gave the band a round of applause before laughter broke out once more. It was just so light, and refreshing. Generally happy. Just what you needed after the past few days.

What you didn’t know you needed, but really did.

You didn’t feel as drained anymore, not when your hand was still locked in the Doctors as the two of you joined the crowd in cheers for your own dancing. Prideful at being a part of the dance, and keeping those watching entertained.

The band didn’t stay quiet for long, and before you knew it the guitar look alike and what almost sounded like a keyboard was playing a slow song.

You watched as couples joined together, swaying to the slow song. Some people watched, smiling along, happy on the sidelines, while others found themselves a partner to take onto the makeshift dance floor.

It was getting dark now—you'd arrived later in the evening, but you were sure it was at least midnight at this point. Most of the kids had left at some point, and it was mostly adults here now.

The moon was casting gentle rays down on you, and you stared in awe at the starry sky above.

It was beautiful. Possibly even prettier than earth’s view. Maybe.

It was clear above you, not a cloud in sight, making the twinkling stars even nicer.

“Care to dance?” You turned to look up at the Doctor, looking up from his lips to his honest eyes. He was still holding your hand, but his other hand lifted from his side, reaching out in front of him as an offering.

You couldn’t help but let your other hand fall into his, as a familiar blush lit up your cheeks. You weren’t going to say no to the Doctor, especially not when he had such a fond look in his eyes. Not that you’d ever pass on the offer even if his eyes weren’t twinkling adorningly in the moonlight.

“I’d love too.”

He pulled you close, following suit with everyone else lost in their dancing. It was fairly generic slow dance; the mixer had been the planet’s own version on something similar you had on earth, but it was hard to change up a slow dance. It was all proximity, really.

You let your arms settle around his neck, as his hands fell to your waist.

You swayed together to the music. Getting lost in the notes being played, and each other all the same. There really was nothing better than being curled in the Doctor’s arms. It didn’t happen often—not like this, at least.

It was usually little, subtle touches from the man-- a hand on your shoulder to ground you, or him grasping at your own hand as he steered you out of danger on some unknown planet.

You let your cheek settle against his chest, smiling as your eyes slipped shut.

He didn’t stop swaying the two of you, instead keeping you going as you let him take full control. His thumbs brushed smooth lines up and down the curve of your sides.

“This is nice,” you whispered, just loud enough for him, and no one else, to hear. You felt him nod against you, where his chin had been resting on the top of your head.

“It is,” his voice was soft, “I’m glad you had fun.”

“Thank you,” you looked up at him with tired, hooded eyes.

You didn’t need to add anything more, because you knew he understood. You knew he knew what you were thanking him for—for taking you away to somewhere peaceful like this, where the two of you could just be, undisturbed.

He returned your smile, giving you a shallow nod as a reply instead of answering. He didn’t have to reply, not when his eyes said it all. This was just as much a get away from him, as it was for you.

You let your ear fall back against his chest, and his grip around your waist pulled you just a little bit closer to him before he carried on with the smooth sways of your bodies.

You’d never really thought you could enjoy dancing in the moonlight as much as you were. It had always seemed so out of reach-- something you only saw in movies, or on TV. A romantic action that connected people, which always seemed... unrealistic.

So far away.

But you understood it now.

You were sure nothing would ever give you the same fuzzy butterfly feeling igniting in your chest as you looked up at him, catching him staring down at you. As your eyes connect and a soft, fond smile curls onto the Doctor’s lips.

You’d never forget this. Dancing in the moonlight with one of the most important people in your life.

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Hopefully you enjoyed! I wasn’t sure how to go about the dancing, but like I said before the fic, it’s probably heavily influenced by Tangled, so credit to Disney for that!

Thank you for taking the time to read, and as always, feel free to send me another ask if it wasn’t what you were looking for! Have a good morning/afternoon/night, whenever this happens to find you!

#Tenth Doctor #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #10th doctor #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor x you #TARDIS #dw #doctor who #doctor who 2005 #reader insert #writing prompt #writing requests #fanfiction #fanfic

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Day Six: Scandalous Duck

Oh lawd who do I have that's scandalous.

There is Bleu that is made by @fluxchix that I added things to when we were building characters together in high school and beyond. LAWD.

Bleu is from a team that came from the planet Cheribu and not Puckworld (no hockey but MAGIC.) See after what Drake Ducaine had to do in the past to stop the bad Saurians, caused the planet to go into pretty much a nuclear winter. Headcanon was that Drake Ducaine’s time didn’t have massive space travel yet. It was a combo of victorian/some modern tech/steampunk. Maybe they could send a man to the moon like us currently but they weren’t a space travel society. There were good Saurians that helped them in the war and hmm, they felt like Puckworld may not stay survivable for long. So, they took some ducks to another planet in case Puckworld didn’t pan out. OOPS. The ducks on Cheribu over the centuries have been very interbred with the Saurians that originally took them there. There aren't any Saurians left now today but there are many brightly colored ducks, with strange colored hair, feathers, and bills. It's not unheard of some of these ducks being born with scales on their bills as well, or taloned fingers.

With Bleu she’s scandalous because she was an evil witch for a while on her home planet before changing her ways long before she was on Cheribu team. She is a strong magic user, and pretty much fills the ‘Wraith’ position on the resistance side when they get to Earth and California.

She’s also very… I guess neutral in her alignment. I mean she’s FIGHTING baddies but sometimes she does BAD things to fight baddies. From the vain of, “I used to be a baddie I know how they think, and I have to do the same extreme to help/protect the innocent” type. How they originally meet the main Mighty Duck team (And a secondary OC team) is she uses a spell to bring them to Cheribu and alters their memories to fit archetypes of what they would be like if they were born on Cheribu. They have no memories of their real life- and were made to fight some baddie on Cheribu that they needed help fighting. (Hint: If they had just asked they would probably do it.) After all, their people are distant cousins of Puckworldians. Ha.

ANYWAYS - other Scandalous thing, she is very old- and it turns out- Wraith is her father. DUN DUN DUN. I headcanon Wraith kinda grey area too. Wraith and Bleu often talk behind both their factions' backs. Not sharing info like double agents, nah, just bitching because they’re both old and understand how sometimes this is all bullshit. Alright.

Third scandalous thing she did - she may have hooked up with Phil for a while.

So like, oh god. How do I explain myself. I hook up my more serious main OC Duluna with Nosedive but she has more patience for idiots and Nosedive in the long run isn’t that dumb. Bleu is also serious with past angst. But no patience for idiots. But then again, is Phil not completely dumb? I mean, he’s technically a good manager, right? He made the team enough money to build a supercomputer and base under the rink. The show mentions having to do stupid commerical ad stuff that they begrugingly do probably cuz MORE MONEY FOR TECH. And Phil does find them extra stuff to do that pays soooo???

Also, alien duck team is just widely accepted by Earthlings because they play hockey?? Like there are so many other cartoons with heroes that are ‘others’ with a human friend and they’re not accepted by society. Phil used sports mentality and capitalism to just like - have humans just accept alien ducks. I don’t see Elisa Maza, April O’Neal, lawd Charley from Biker Mice, and what not doing that for their hero buddies. Mutants would be accepted if Phil was doing PR for the X-Men like damn. So yeah, Phil being the best human friend he gets a little duck dating from Bleu, as a treat.

Also main reason I decided to ship Bleu and him a bit is because of those Malfinia and Connecticut Clark comics. That's pretty much their vibe. Ha.

Man here is an old pic I did of Bleu. If I ever redesign her we’re gonna do sensible armor like first Wonder Woman movie Amazons not like Justice League Amazons ughhhhh. Ignore the one eye color being smaller than the other I used to have her have one eye do that when she was casting magic but its probably dumb now OH THE THINGS I THOUGHT COOL WHEN I WAS A KID.

#duckvember 2021 #duckvember #mighty ducks the animated series #mdtas #phil palmfeather #sui bleu

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musicanddancingthroughlife · 3 years

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Shklance - I Died

I feel like I basically dropped off the face of the planet, and for that I apologize. I have no excuses, except stress and mental health have been a huge problem lately and I’ve just been trying to find balance in my life. I can’t promise anything in the near future, with holidays coming up, and I have finals in like 3 weeks, and then my husband and I are moving at the end of the year, and then my little sister’s wedding is a few weeks after so I’m helping with that, and basically my life is just a mess right now, but I am still working on stuff, comments are always welcome and really do help to get me motivated, and hopefully I can get back into the groove of writing daily and posting weekly!

This story is probs gonna be a part 1 of 2. Hopefully. As is, I wanted it to be a stand alone, but I’ve been drafting it for almost a month now and I just want to throw it at you guys. So know I’m working on a part 2, where they talk about the whole thing and you see everyone’s reactions to what happened. This was actually a request someone made of me on my Ao3 account, but I’ve always loved reading stories dealing with everyone finding out about Lance dying. Just never thought I could do it justice haha. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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Lance knew that this was going to be an emotional day for all of them, but seriously, this was a little overkill. He knew he shouldn’t have gotten out of bed today.

Sure, it was the one-year anniversary of the day they all saved the universe, ended the war that had gone on for decades, blah blah blah, but getting up also meant that he was going to have to see everyone again.

Not that he wasn’t thrilled to see them! He and Hunk especially had been waiting for this day for months, and he couldn’t wait to see Pidge and Matt again, either. Last Lance had talked to them, they had been working on some seriously neat stuff. They were sure to be a lot of fun.

Hell, he had even been looking forward to seeing Allura again, even though things had never really been the same between them after Allura broke things off. Though, considering how hurt he was still feeling about their break up, it was probably a good thing she had canceled last minute. She’d said that she needed to focus on helping the universe heal. Lance had wanted to go with her, but she rejected him. He knew she was trying to be kind, telling him that he “deserved the time to rest” and that she “knew how much he’s been missing his home planet.” But really, all it had done was serve to remind him that he wasn’t actually necessary.

Not like Shiro and Keith were.

Allura hadn’t had any problems taking them with her, even though everyone else (even Keith) and agreed that if anyone deserved the down time, it was Shiro. Especially since Shiro had seemed a little weary when he accepted the invitation from Allura. Personally, Lance believed the only reason he agreed to go was because he knew that Keith wouldn’t be happy staying in one place anymore, and of course, there was no way they were going to allow themselves to be separated again, not after everything that had happened…

And Lance was even looking forward to seeing Keith and Shiro, since he had probably missed them the most. But he also knew that it was going to be hard. It was always hard seeing them together, but knowing that they’ve been doing so much good out in the universe, that they’ve gotten to see so much more of those worlds than he had… That was going to be hard.

Not to mention Lance still hadn’t managed to shake the crushes he’d had on them for so long now.

Or the fact that while everyone else was off changing the universe, traveling the galaxies, creating newer and better technology and inventions, Lance had done nothing? Okay, so farming wasn’t nothing. And no one could deny that Earth needed some TLC after the trauma of the war had nearly destroyed it. But as much as he enjoyed the simple hard work involved, that didn’t mean he didn’t understand it was stupid. It was pathetic. His friends were still fighting, in their own ways, and Lance felt as if he had simply given up. He couldn’t figure out what he wanted to spend his time doing, what felt most worthy of his time and attention, and so he had allowed himself to fall back on something easy.

And he wasn’t sure that he could face his friends while knowing the truth about himself, that he was a coward and had no mission or goals in life.

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So, maybe Lance was a bit of a drama queen, because things had actually been going better than he expected. Everyone looked good, older and more experienced. Hunk had even grown out some facial hair, though it was a little sparse coming in. Lance knew that wouldn’t be the case for very long. The most shocking was Allura’s news about expecting a child (Keith and Shiro had passed it on in her absence). That hurt way more than Lance thought had a right to, but he tried hard to suppress that pain until he could process it in private. Possibly while crying over a tub of ice cream.

And as far as their actual dinner and celebration went, well… it really had been inevitable that their discussion would become heavier. And, as usual, Lance couldn’t keep his own mouth shut.

“We had some good times, though, right?” Lance laughed easily, trying to direct the conversation back to something lighter, something easier (at this point he’d had a couple decades to cement his masks, and he was good at pretending like nothing was wrong). “I mean, we might have been injured, and tortured—”

“Lance,” Hunk warned. He darted a quick, concerned look to Keith and Shiro, but thankfully neither of them looked too worried. Instead, they were staring at Lance with such sappy looks Hunk was irritated Lance wasn’t paying enough attention to notice on his own. A shared glance with Pidge told him that at least he wasn’t alone in his annoyance.

Lance continued thoughtlessly, “and I mean, maybe a couple of us died, but hey! In the end, it all turned out okay, and look at everyone, living their best lives!” (Lance was firmly ignoring the fact that he had spent most of his free time leading up to today pouting in bed. No one else knew, and therefore it didn’t count.)

Pidge opened her mouth, but Shiro spoke first. His brows were furrowed, and his nose had scrunched up a little. Lance wanted to melt at the cuteness of it. “Did someone else die? I thought I was the only one. Who else died?”

Lance’s jaw snapped shut. He couldn’t remember if it had even been brought up or not… It had to have, right? There’s no way his friends – his team – had just gone on for this long without knowing! He thought they were just ignoring it! Things had been crazy, and they’d never really gotten a chance to slow down and breathe, let alone discuss everything that had happened. And that was fine! That was to be expected! But now he was supposed to believe they just didn’t know??? Did that mean they didn’t care? That they didn’t notice all the nightmares that had become the norm after his death? The way he was jumpier for months after that battle? And if that were the case, then was it even worth bringing up now, so long after it had happened?

Lance’s face was burning, the warm flush traveling up to the tips of his ears, and possibly all the way down his neck. He could feel his eyes welling up, but he brushed it away, pretending his face palm in order to hide the movement. He glanced at his friends, unsurprised to find Hunk staring at him intently. Pidge was muttering to herself, obviously trying to determine what had happened on her own. Lance couldn’t even bear to drag his gaze to Keith or Shiro.

He tried to get out of answering Keith.

“Oops haha, must’ve miscounted, I meant to say that one of us had died,” Lance laughed again but unlike earlier, this one was decidedly uncomfortable. “Because. Obviously. One of us… did. Sorry, Shiro. But like, you died. That happened. And it was weird and we got a weird clone out of the deal, which was weird – did I say that already? – and like he wasn’t a great dude, so I’m glad you didn’t stay dead, you know? You’re much nicer than that clone was, he was kind of a jerk. No offense, Shiro. I mean, not that you’re the clone or anything, cause you’re Shiro, and that was Not-Shiro—”

Oh dear God why wouldn’t they shut him up? Lance was so busy panicking about what he was saying that he didn’t notice Shiro and Keith slowly standing, approaching him from each side. But Hunk and Pidge could almost see the concern rising off them.

“But he was mean, and he yelled at us a lot. Although I guess he really spent most of his time yelling at me, which really, makes sense, but again, not something you would’ve done, Shiro, so I’m glad you didn’t stay dead or anything, because Not-Shiro was a terrible replacement and—”

“Shiro yelled at you?” Keith had come close enough that he could lay a warm, gentle hand on Lance’s shoulder. Lance almost flinched at the contact, it had been so long since someone had touched him like that. Sure, he saw his family way more often than he had while they were fighting in space, but, come on. They were fighting in space. He never saw them back then! Anything was an improvement over that! Anyway, the point was, he knew he was lonely. He ignored it. It didn’t matter. His friends were happy, his family was safe.

“Weren’t you listening when I said it was Not-Shiro?” was all Lance could think to say. Keith rolled his eyes.

“Why did he yell at you?” Shiro asked. Lance shrugged.

“Lance had some good advice to share. Though honestly, I’m thinking that Lance’s plan just wouldn’t have suited the clone’s purposes and he wanted to make sure that Lance would stop pushing. So he yelled, knowing that would be enough to shut Lance down,” Hunk said. He shot Lance an apologetic look as he did so. Smart, because Lance was Not Happy with him. Now wasn’t the time to share petty hurts!

“Personally, I believe it was because if anyone was going to find out he wasn’t really Shiro, it would’ve been you,” Pidge shrugged. And really, et tu, Pidge? This wasn’t fair at all. Not to mention, now Lance could feel the now-familiar guilt from knowing he hadn’t been able to tell.

And that was what finally had Lance speaking up. “Oh come on, guys, that’s not even the worst any of us suffered out there! Lotor joined the team! I died! Shiro died! Keith left! We had bigger things to deal with!”

There was a brief silence following this, long enough for Lance to squeeze his eyes shut and briefly mutter “Fuck” to himself, and then—

“What do you mean, you died?”

Lance’s ability to make things worse every time he opens his mouth really should be considered a wonder of the world.

He opened his eyes hesitantly to find that everyone was watching him intently. Tears were welling in Hunk’s eyes, and Lance knew that if he paid too much attention to his friend, then he would break almost instantly. He avoided looking in that direction, lips pursed shut, determined to stay quiet now. But they were just as determined to make him talk.

“Lance, please, what happened?” and since when the hell does Pidge beg? That’s just wrong. But effective, because that wrongness made Lance jerk his head up, eyes accidentally locking with Shiro.

He looked so sad…

“It really wasn’t a huge deal, I was just saying that there was a lot happening. It was pretty much impossible for all of us to keep up with each other, what with Lotor and Allura, and Keith disappearing then coming back, and the search for Shiro… and Hunk, Pidge, you guys had a great team thing going on there. That was a lot of fun! And then remember Coran had us playing Monsters and Mana? Good times!”

“You played what?” Keith asked, confused. Then he shook his head. “Stop distracting us, Lance. Answer the questions.”

“Um. What questions?”

Keith’s face hardened, eyes doing that dangerous flinty thing that Lance had always loved to see when he got mad. But before he could say anything, Lance’s phone went off. He really did try to hide the relief on his face as he stood, but the way Shiro set his jaw made him think he was not successful.

Before Lance could answer the call, he felt his phone plucked from his fingers. He lunged for it, and Keith slipped it into his own back pocket, out of Lance’s reach. Even worse, his lunge for it brought their faces way too close. Lance jerked back, face flaming a bright red, but he felt himself crash back into Shiro’s firm, solid chest. He started to stammer apologies, but Keith’s hands settled on Lance’s shoulders, pulling him away, and then he and Shiro pushed him back down into his chair. As Shiro moved to kneel next to Lance’s chair, Keith held him there, grounding and sure. He leaned down, putting his mouth close to Lance’s ear and then murmured “Please. We need to know. We’re horrible friends for not already knowing, but we’re asking now and we need you to tell us. Let us help.” And Shiro gripped Lance’s arm, thumb smoothing against his darker skin, making it harder and harder for Lance to want to move.

Lance knew that they were blowing this out of proportion. But he still felt touched. He’d thought they were just ignoring his death because other things were happening at the same time, but maybe that wasn’t really the case. Maybe they truly hadn’t known. Maybe Allura had never said anything, and Lance, expecting Allura to say something, hadn’t said anything either, and so maybe they just didn’t know. Maybe sharing it now would be okay.

#shklance #takahsi shirogane #keith kogane #lance mcclain #shklance fic #vld #vld fic #voltron #voltron fic #voltron legendary defender #protective!shiro #protective!keith #langst #i guess #jessi rambles #mywriting #my writing #its been so long Idk if im missing any tags #sorry

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tommyinnit-fic-recs · 2 years

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i would like the funkiest sci-fi you can find please

sure!

Here you go:

Humans are Space Velociraptors by FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain [Rated T, 102024 words, incomplete, last updated October 2021]

“It suddenly struck me that the tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.”

–Niel Armstrong _____________________________

If the history of planet Earth were to be etched onto the face of a clock, the entirety of human history- as they exist today from the beginning of time -all of it, would amount to less than a single second.

And that’s only considering the history of Earth. The Universe at large is millions upon billions upon quintillions of years older than that. Enough time for stars to die, for solar systems to decompose, rot away into nothing but solar dust and crumbling asteroids.

Tommy had never been a fan of outer space.

Kick Off by Badnews [Rated T, 17817 words, complete]

Tommy is fucking sick of this, he is hungry and thirsty and just got in several fistfights with the fucking wildest creatures of his imagination. Imagine those boring ‘would you rather questions’ except it’s between a mutant hawk, a seven foot malformed pig, and a shark zombie.

And he basically lost 2 out of 3 times.

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SBI is Aliens living in space and conveniently, all knowledge about humans is what they are like after they are already dead and their tissues are decomposing so… they don’t have much of an idea of what to do with an alive one.

Oops, wrong human by PollyPocketChewer [Rated T, 72502 words, incomplete, last updated February 2022]

Wilbur is the exalted one's most trusted advisor. He has been for so long. So naturally when they're trying to establish peace between the galaxies and Earth, he's sent to pick up Earth's diplomat.

Problem is, he grabbed the wrong human.

#tommyinnit #fic rec #dsmp #sci fi au #read archived warnings #angst #fluff #anon #ask

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jasmine-tea-latte · 3 years

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(Some of) My Favorite Zutara fics

Warning, looong post ahead!

Zutara Fanworks Appreciation Week snuck up on me, so sadly I haven’t had time to properly contribute anything. I’d love to participate next year or maybe even before then (I play by my own rules, folks!)

Still, though. I wanted to at the very least pay tribute to some of my all-time favorite Zutara fanfics that I’ve enjoyed and have inspired me over the years.

(Click here for my post on Self-Love Saturday, where I shamelessly promote my series The Phoenix and the Dragon and share a bit of backstory behind how it came to be in the first place.)

I’ve shipped Zutara ever since Fall 2006, and I have been fortunate to read so many excellent fanfics since then.

Some have made me laugh, others made me sob, others straight up made my heart burn like it was shot full of lightning:

So in honor of @zkfanworkweek, below are 13 of my favorite Zutara fanfics, in no particular order:

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Rated G(eneral)/T(een)

Engulfed by Luaburachid

Zuko finds himself engulfed by love.

A sweet one-shot of our favorite firebender discovering how deep his feelings are for a certain waterbender. It’s just pure fluff and always brings a smile to my face.

we hold our hearts in silence by psychedelic_aya

Seventy years later, Korra tries to figure out Zuko and Katara.

Oh, this one is so bittersweet but oh so good. It alternates between flashbacks and Korra’s POV watching an older Zuko and Katara interact. Just… ugh. My heart.

Day 6: Found by SooperSara

When Sokka comes up with an idea to get rid of Joo Dee, Katara finds herself in the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se with a tea server she did not expect to meet.

I love a good Jasmine Dragon AU where Katara / the Gaang actually interacts with Zuko while he’s undercover as Lee from the tea shop instead of what happened in “The Guru.” This is so much fun to read, and my only complaint is that it’s not longer.

Celestial by SooperSara

An unexpected dip into the koi pond at the North Pole brings Zuko in contact with the spirits and grants him insight to his destiny. A destiny he isn’t sure he wants.

Another by the talented SooperSara! Actually, you should check out all of her stuff. It’s all so good, and I absolutely adore this one. It’s pretty canon-compliant and the ending… oh, the ending makes me tearbend. Ma’am, I’m still weepy.

this little fuse we lit made something in you by SecondStarOnTheLeft

There's a secret door in the wall of Katara's room. Things go a little further than planned, once she opens it.

What happens when Katara discovers a secret tunnel (secret, secret, secret tunnel, yeah!) that leads directly to the Fire Lord’s bedroom? Reading this fic is like settling down to drink a hot cup of Iroh’s tea – it’s soothing, sweet, and thoroughly warms the soul.

Dancing in the Dark by damagectrl

Post-Season 2 AU: While in Ba Sing Se, Katara and Toph hear a rumor about two tea servers in the lower tiers of Ba Sing Se and sneak away go to investigate only to have their suspicions confirmed. On her personal time, Katara tries to teach herself to dance and fails so badly, a masked man takes pity on her to try to help.

This is one most OGs will probably remember. It’s also one of the first ZK fics I ever read, back when I was a wee lil bb Zutarian! It was originally posted in Oct. 2006 and takes place between “Appa’s Lost Days” and “Lake Laogai.” One of my all-time favorite Bluetara AND Jasmine Dragon AUs. Heck, all of damagectrl’s works are fantastic reads, for that matter. I highly recommend checking them out, especially this classic.

such selfish prayers by andromeda3116

Katara's ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

There’s a reason why this fic is one of the highest rated on AO3, if not THE highest. It does right by Katara and gives her the ending she deserves. 10/10 would recommend.

better than things dreamed of in the forest by catie_writes_things (SERIES)

As a child, Bumi knew: his mother was a waterbender, his father was an airbender, and he was a firebender. Something about these facts did not add up, but it would take him a long time to understand.

Hands down, one of the most heartbreaking fics / series I’ve ever read. The author describes this as the adultery fic for people who hate adultery fics, and it certainly packs an emotional punch in the gut. Personally, I’m not one for the “Zuko and Katara have an affair while she’s with Aang” fics in general, but this one examines the fallout caused by a single night of passion and all of the consequences that stem from it, especially how the ripple effect of their choices impacts everyone. Even though it breaks my heart all over again every time I reread it, I can’t recommend it highly enough.

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(More fics, several with high ratings, are listed below the cut)

Rated M(ature)/E(xplicit)

Moonlight and Sunshadow by GrapefruitTwostep

The dragon offered Katara a deal: protection for her family and tribe if she lived with it for a year and a day. And she said yes. Because what other way was there to save her people? But there was more to the dragon than Katara bargained for. An "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" retelling.

A fairy tale AU in which Zuko is cursed to live as a dragon and Katara is certainly no damsel in distress. You’ve probably heard some version of the original fairy tale before that this fic is inspired by, and it’s such a delight to read.

The Blackfish and the Dragon by ama

Katara grew up in the Southern Water Tribe under the tutelage of Hama, the only waterbender ever to have escaped Fire Nation captivity. When Zuko arrives at the South Pole, seeking the Avatar, they are more than ready to defend him. Then one day, the Southern Water Tribe receives a petition for peace, and a proposal of marriage.

One of the best arranged marriage AUs I’ve come across. Iroh is crowned Fire Lord after defeating Ozai, and Katara must find some way to peacefully coexist with her hotheaded new husband as she also finds a place for herself in the Fire Nation.

Confused by thispieceofwork

Zuko stood. "You told Aang you were confused. Are you confused because of me?" Katara was silent, arms crossed in front of her. "Don't make me answer that."

Starts during “The Ember Island Players” where Zuko overhears Aang and Katara’s private conversation on the balcony. This is another fic that will shatter your heart into a million pieces but it’s oh so worth it in the end.

A Heated Exchange by Smediterranea (SERIES)

Katara had not considered herself to be someone who would have earth-shattering sex with a guy whose name she didn’t even know. But here she was, certain that she had never made a better decision in her life.

An AU two-part series of Katara getting familiar with a certain handsome guy who lives down the hall in her college dorm. It’s funny, cute, and cuddling while watching Planet Earth has never been hotter.

Bonus day: Tea Shop by cincilin

"Hello and welcome to the Jasmine Dragon. Today's special is—" he cut himself of with a sharp intake of breath, at the same moment that Katara placed the voice and looked up.

'He has hair.' was her first thought. Then the rest of her brain caught up with her and she started to get up, sending Momo scrambling to hide under the table. Season 2 AU, during "The Guru."

I told y’all, I *LOVE* a good Jasmine Dragon AU fic, and this one-shot checks all the boxes: heart-to-heart conversations? Witty dialogue and banter? Bending match that turns into a makeout and something steamier? It’s got it all.

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This was only going to be a list of maybe 5-7fic recs, but well… oops. I also kept the above list to completed works only, just because this post is already long enough.

Several of my other favorites that get honorable mention include:

Thinking Out Loud (WIP)

The Summit (WIP)

Sparrowkeet (Series)

Purr

The Nature of the Blue Spirit

Rhythm of the Rain

Fault Lines

Clarity

Seriously, there are just SO MANY good Zutara fics out there. I had to cut myself off from adding even more, because I could go on and on and on. Much like Admiral Zhao, I have no. self. control.

I love you all, my fellow Zutarians ❤️💙💜 Mwah! Happy ZFAW!

#Zutara Fanworks Appreciation Week #zkfanworkweek #zutara #zuko x katara #zuko #katara #zfaw2020 #also i apologize if the formatting is being weird on mobile #it looks fine on desktop but that's tumblr for ya

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imaveryevilenby · 3 years

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The Fallen and Forgotten

Chapter 1

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The old ship rattled onto the landing platform in the City-State of Avastia. Workers quickly rushed up to aid in the ship’s descent, knowing full well what happened last time. They grabbed fire extinguishers and sent someone to run and tell the boss that “That damned ship is back! Quickly, tell it to leave before it crashes again!”

The engine sputtered and the workers held their breath as the ship picked up speed in its descent. Thankfully, the engine roared back to life a bit before the ship hit the platform, slowing its descent just enough to make a safe landing, but still making a hard landing with a mighty THUD as workers scrambled to get out of the way. The pilot smiled, amused at the panic of the landing crew. They opened the exit door and got up out of their chair.

“Nice landing, huh?” they said to the other two people in the ship.

“I mean, at least it was better than last time” responded the ship’s mechanic, Klic. “At least it won’t cost us thousands of credits in damages and repair.

Klic was a small, skinny creature with skin the color of the sky on a stormy day and large, round eyes constantly covered in sunglasses except in the darkest of conditions. His species came from a planet of perpetual night and winter, having to survive on the creatures that thrived under the ice, utilizing the heat of the planet’s core to not freeze to death. Most of his species had left their home world already, as the core had started to cool down, signifying the impending demise of all life there. They’re found everywhere across the galaxy and somehow always have the ability to speak whatever language you needed them to.

“Oh, go choke on a wrench, Klic.” Retorted the pilot, staring at Klic as though they might throw him through the front window.

“Captain, that’ll cost us about 700 credits and we don’t have that kind of money to spare.” the second crew member, Myslel butted in.

Myslel was a human of about average height and weight. Her white hair was always tied in a bun, exposing the gem implanted in her forehead. This was the only visible part of an enhancement to her body that allowed her to read a person’s brain waves and vital signs. She says it can’t be used to read minds, however she always manages to do so. Unfortunately, the procedure to have it installed had the minor side effect of erasing all her memories up to that point. So her name means “thought” in the old Earth language, Czech. She insists on calling the pilot Captain even though there really is no captain of their ship.

The pilot sighed, “I know but it would be so, so much fun,”

“Captain...”

“Alright, alright fine I won’t. Grab your gear and let’s get going. They’re probably waiting down there with a whole fire brigade.”

They opened the hatch and stepped out into the cool breeze and warm sunshine of a beautiful Avastian day on Relicta. The pilot’s long flowing hair blew in the breeze as they looked out at the frightened faces of the landing crew and the red, furious face of their boss, Jesan.

“Nas you son of a bitch! You swore to me that you’d have that gods damned engine fixed before you ever tried to dock here again!” Screamed Jesan, becoming more aggressive with each passing word”

“Well, we did!” replied Nas, the pilot. “We didn’t crash this time, and nobody was hurt so I’d say we did a pretty good job, too!”

Jesan’s rage grew, “A pretty good job?! A pretty good fucking job?! Your engine cut out during descent and pure fucking luck made it so you wouldn’t crash into the ground and kill yourselves and others!”

Nas, looking for a way to anger Jesan further, pointed to Klic and said, “He’s the mechanic, blame him.”

Klic, looking at Nas like their claim was completely idiotic, said slowly, “Nas, I would have been able to completely fix it if it wasn’t for the fact that you spent a ton of our money on drinks and gambling.”

Now, Jesan’s rage had reached it’s maximum capacity. She could barely even speak over the thoughts of murdering Nas right then ad there. Myslel shot Nas a warning glance, knowing full well what was about to go down.

Nas, trying to hide a smile, said “Oh yeah that’s right! Oops.”

Jesan, in a fit of blind rage, reared back and punched Nas as hard as she could in the stomach. There was a thud and a barely audible crack as the punch landed, Jesan reeling back in pain and clutching her hand. Nas, on the other hand, remained unphased.

“Forgot I’m half metal, didn’t ya?” Nas laughed as they watched Jesan writhing in pain.

You see, Nas was a cyborg, getting metal limbs and a torso as more than half their body was destroyed in an explosion. Nas constantly gets new modifications to it, claiming their half robotic body isn’t perfect yet.

Myslel, already at Jesan’s side, looked up and said, “Nas, why do you feel the need to do this? You broke the poor woman’s hand!”

Nas, now trying to stifle their laughter, said, “Hey, it wasn’t me, she started it!”

Myslel gave them a look and went back to tending to Jesan’s injury.

What a perfect way to land, Nas thought, I have a feeling today’s gonna be a fantastic day!

#lily writes #the fallen and forgotten

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ninjapaste · 3 years

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Alongside the story I have been concocting involving Twig and co. (which I have yet to name surprisingly) there is another story, which although I spend less time on now, am hoping to do so in the future as I get further into fleshing out my Fantasy story and completing most of the work on my practice comic.

This story is sci - fi rather than fantasy and the primary character of this one is probably my first original character that I labelled as OC (also the first OC I drew digitally). Twig comes second, but in the way that the original was completely different to what is seen today; she has gone through so many changes in design and personality to fit with the universe she is in (which also changes a lot).

In regards to my first OC, they have developed in design but not as much as Twig. I actually remember the two characters originally meant to be a duo upon their earliest conception but the strong contrast in themes left me to decide putting them into different universes/stories altogether. I also remember the original Twig (which was not called Twig back then) being created from my first OC.

Now on to this sci - fi story. This one is currently titled 'Alpha - Star Voyage'.

Alpha - Star voyage surrounds the event in which a powerful sun from one universe is transported to an alternate one by a multi - planetary organisation investigating the nature of different planes of reality and foretold windows within it. The unexpected arrival of this sun destroys the organisation's HQ and thousands of its labs due to the overwhelming power of the star. Not in its optimal environment/plane of reality, the sun began its six phases into explosion, which altogether took 300,000 Earth years. The sun then broke into trillions upon trillions of shards, eliminating all life within the galaxy in the process. These shards were then shot through the universe into many galaxies and had the potential to morph into complex organisms. Most of the shards ended up in the galaxy Gnon3. The main character, Xelicon (or Xel for short) was created from one of these shards.

This is Xel.

Xel, unlike Twig, has no innocence or special charm about them; their face has 'serious' written all over it. In fact, they had lost such innocence shorty after their conception. They were found and caged by crooks on a trade planet (a planet that acts as a hub for trading and travelling merchants), who took Xel's hair, teeth, appendages and even organs for large sums of cash. It wasn't until they cut off Xel's hands and feet when they left them (Xel) to die (I might have made this too dark, oops). This is why Xel bears artificial gloves and feet, as well as a pack biologically stuck to their back that takes the function of their lost organs, which were present to allow the body to adapt to the atmosphere/environment of different planets. All of these parts were either crafted or bought by a travelling merchant family, who let Xel wander free after their recovery. The first thing Xel did was take their revenge; they broke the crooks' arms, crapped for the first time and stole one of their spaceships (the one hoarded with all their profits). Xel, inspired by the family that had saved their life, set themself on a voyage to find other shard beings in hopes of finding or forming a family or friendship. Xel has a personal duty to help, protect and serve others who cannot protect themselves, but also seeks to quell their own loneliness in life.

Xel is generally not one to joke around and is utmost loyal to those they respect. They will tend to show negative emotions over positive ones; their joy often goes hidden within a blank, still figure. Xel cares a lot about their own power, figure and height, being quite weak, short and lanky (naturally and due to circumstance) bothers them when it becomes relevant.

In combat, Xel uses their gloves, feet and any extra artificial applications to enchance speed and attack power, mainly set in melee. However, the gloves can be used as projectiles and the feet as rocket shoes that are energized from Xel's own solar energy (thanks to them being a sun shard from anither universe and such). However, this means that using these solar attacks drain Xel's stamina, making them even weaker than normal, so they use it sparingly.

Some concept art of the hijacked ship.

As Xel gets well within their travels, they stop at a moon bar (imagine those little food courts , hotels and bars you see by the motorway but they are on moons instead). In this moon bar, Xel comes across their first ever travelling companion, or should I say, companions...

Enter, Reed (and Bark)

The unfortunate soul of the two in this pairing is Reed - taken tens of thousands of lightyears away from their home planet by a sun - shard parasite that knows only chaos, primal desires and its self - chosen name, Bark.

Reed is the prime example of a man who has lost almost everything and has nothing left to live for. He was once relishing on the highest sides of life back on his home planet: a prestigious position in the entertainment field, a 6 - digit salary and worldwide fame and respect for his authentic charm (Xel could've learned a thing or two) and confidence. Of course, this life came crumbling down when Reed was backstabbed, framed and humiliated by competiton and even part of the government. After being kicked down some more in a game of 'beat the dead horse' and disowned by everyone he loved, Reed had settled in a life of seclusion, watching the rest of the world forget his entire existence as fast as his balding hair fell off. Reed had come to realise the genuinely toxic and judgemental nature embedded in the system he blindly relished in (omg society) and with that, lost his charm, self - confidence, positivity, pride and hope.

Bark has no such deep and harrowing life history, technically a parasite looking for the right body to inhabit and conquer. Sure, a dude in his 30s who looked well in his 50s and sported socks with sandals would never seem the cut to most, but his vulnerability made him the perfect host. Reed's home planet did not know 'aliens' existed, so when Reed saw a blood - red toothy creature clawing towards him, he was frozen in shock. From there, Bark took an unconcious Reed's body and used it to cause great havoc across Reed's home planet before somehow hopping planet - to - moon - to - planet, seeking sustenance and chaos. It is only when Xel finds Bark terrorising a bar and slapping the goofy out of the mutt - headed specimen does Reed regain control and struggle to figure out where and what he is.

Bark tries to manipulate Reed, but simply cannot due to the nonexistent emotional bond between them (only physical). Xel and Reed get along ok, though.

There are some perks that came with being the host of a parasite; Reed's lost eye (from an early age) and severed arm (from some nutcase a month before the encounter with Bark) have been completely regenerated, but with some of Bark's DNA. The newfound powers that Bark has brought allows Reed to defend himslef and Xel, but usually only when Bark is willing to cooperate. When Bark takes the wheel, they do tend to stick with Xel, them being sun - siblings and all, but some cases just needs to be knocked out. Reed always follows Xel's lead on things, his more nervous, less confident self and little knowledge of outer space life being the cause of this. However, often when encouraged by Xel, Reed takes charge in things he specialises in and tries to act more like his former self, showing more and more glimpses of that gradually.

Heres some extra Xel sketches + a page of concepts/brainstorming when I was developing Bark/Reed.

#character art #digital art #art #oc #digital drawing #alien #sci fi #story #original character #I make things too long

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dfrh93 · 4 years

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DFRH Original #4

Space and Humans: Kicking The Hive

Hobbes:

It has been 3 months since I first saw an alien in person, 3 months since I touched one for the first time. They are finally comfortable enough with humanity that they are finally letting some of us on the station to meet the ruling body of the GA. It took about a month before we could communicate effectively with them but our AI has bridged the language gap, and all human crewmembers of the Enterprise have been fitted with translation devices, which are quickly becoming unnecessary. Most crew members can now carry out a conversation in at least one of the new languages, while a handful are becoming fluent in multiple. It has helped immensely that we have multiple linguists working on translation and an AI designated just for translation and teaching purposes.

Chairge:

The Humans (as they call themselves) have been peacefully parked with me aboard their ship for about ¼ of a standard orbit, teaching me about their people and planet. My recommendations to let them aboard the station are finally being welcomed by the general assembly. Hopefully it goes smoothly when I try to introduce these peaceful predatory behemoths… wow that seems quite contradictory if I think about them like that. Although to be fair they seem to be full of contradictions.

Gahurl:

“Brothers, sisters, and Brooders; we have relayed a message to the humans, and they have sent a group of 8 of their kind to be presented to us today. Please be respectful and keep in mind that they have shown no aggressive actions in the last quarter orbit. We don’t want to make them feel unwelcome aboard the station now that we are talking trade alliance with them. Remember they are quite large and look predatory as you can see on the image being projected to your tablets. Do not be alarmed if they show their teeth, it is a sign of good humor and enjoyment in their species. Remember first impressions are impor…“ Gahurl was interrupted by numerous alarms. The Hurgleth had arrived.

Hobbes:

“Captain,” the com on Hobbes’s wrist screamed. He stopped as he was walking up the steps to the shuttle and listened to his com. Something was not right and he needed to deal with it fast so he could make his meeting with the first contact team to be introduced to the GA.

“Hobbes here, what's the situation bridge?”

“You better get up here captain, Meeting the rest of the GA is going to have to wait. We have potentially hostile bogies incoming. Lots of them and they have opened fire on GA shuttles out on the outer edge of the system.”

“I’m on my way. Open a com channel with Speaker Gahurl, we need his input on this.”

Gahurl:

Amid the alarms blaring around him, Gahurl heard the distinct ringtone he had set for communications with the Human captain. “Speaker Gahurl here, I am organizing the launch of all of our escape pods, shuttles, and ships. It is my recommendation that you leave the system as soon as possible. Those ships that just dropped into realspace have been hounding the GA for close to 60 orbits. We have lost many of our homeworlds to their militaristic expansion and…” A loud chirp from his com silenced him mid sentence and to his surprise the human captain cut in.

“Speaker Gahurl, this is Captain Hobbes, we are in one of the most advanced human warships ever developed, we can buy you time to escape, but we also have a plan for helping you escape. I would say that we have roughly 24 hours before they are within weapons range of the station, let us use it to our advantage. Don’t start evacuating yet, we have a couple tricks up our sleeves that may help. Give us an hour to get the data to you, after that evacuate if you don’t like the chances of our plan. In the meantime can you send us any and all data that you have on your enemy? Anything at all could help us to strategize a way to help you escape.”

“You have your Tik, and I will send all the information that we have on them but I’m not optimistic. We have been fleeing and hiding from them for many rotations, and have never been able to hold them back.”

Hobbes:

The plan that I outlined was pretty simple, if I do say so myself. Although for it to make any sense I should explain that my ship is full to the gunnels with impressive tech. One such piece of tech is quite well suited to the task of relocating the entire GA station, while others are well suited for warfare. The first is designed as basically a warp drive with a crap ton of towing equipment. Technically it is designed to take mineral rich asteroids back to earth for mining purposes, but with 2 or 3 hours it could be attached to the station and take the station elsewhere. I handed the info on the Tug to Speaker Gahurl and told him to have his engineers run a simulation to see if the station could withstand the jump, then I outlined a quick battle plan with the data relayed from the station. The plan was simple. Distract the enemy, long enough that the station could escape, killing as many enemy ships as possible before following the station to its destination. The only problem is we only have one destination programmed into the Tugs, so I guess I am taking the GA leadership to visit Earth.

Gahurl:

“Gahurl do you think this will work? I am set to start my attack distraction in about half an hour, so I want to know if I need to send my engineers to you to connect the tug and get you the hell out of here? The only place I can send you is earth, but you will be safe there.”

“I don’t see much choice Captain,” Gahurl sighed, “take us to Earth, it is the only way we will get everyone on this station to safety.”

“Speaker my men will be there shortly with the tug, coordinate your engineers with mine so they can more efficiently attach the tow lines to the structure without affecting the integrity of the station. You may want to suggest that all of your people strap in and wear a space suit in case it gets ugly. We will buy you as much time as we can but don’t delay too long.”

Hobbes:

“Start unfolding the ship. I want all shipboard weapons out and free to fire, get us on a heading full speed towards the enemy ships, and give the gunners the okay to fire at will once we are in range. Spin up the secondary generator and pull up full shielding, this is going to get ugly. Be ready to release the warp enabled fighters, and give them standing orders to retreat to earth if things get too messy, or the station and The Enterprise have both jumped. Spin up tertiary generators and prep them to Warp skip us behind the largest of the oncoming ships. As soon as we are done with the skip I want all designated fighters released and all fire focused on that large ship. Once it is down, we start playing with the chaos and destroy as many ships as possible.”

Chairge:

These humans are crazy, I think they have forgotten that we are aboard their ship too. “Why are we running towards the demons that have been destroying all they can? We don’t have any tech that can keep up with them and the GA has been in space for generations. No offence but this is your first interstellar craft, what makes you think you can get us through this?”

“Oops,” Hobbes jumped, “I forgot you were here with us Chairge. You and your crew need to get strapped into the gravity couches, we are going to be playing with g forces that will be terribly uncomfortable for you all. The couches should counteract that and keep you alive. Also no offence but humans have been fighting wars since we were able to pick up rocks and club each other with them. With the data the GA supplied I am confident that we don’t have anything to worry about.”

As she retreated with her crew to the gravity couches, Chairge overheard the Captain trying to boost his own crew’s morale in the face of certain death, “This should be a cake walk guys, they won’t know what hit them. I am confident we can take down that entire armada alone, I am only sending the Station away because It keeps the GA from panicking.”

Hobbes:

I am fairly sure my crew knows I’m blowing smoke, but nonetheless they are looking at me with confident expressions and preparing to go down fighting if we have to. I take a moment to update my captain's log and send it off to earth to ensure the safety of the station once it reaches its destination, then take a few big breaths as I prepare to launch myself into yet another war. Hopefully this is one I can walk away from in one piece.

“Everyone at their stations?” I ask my bridge crew, and with affirmative nods from each of them, I broadcast over ship wide coms “All hands prepare for a fight, Warp skip in 3. . . 2. . . 1. . . “

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #alieninvasion #humans are the weird ones #humans are crazy #humans are deathworlders

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