#Syreen

[remcycle]

A dastardly ambush.

[doctor-dorky]

Something digital after goodness-knows-when! What are Rusty and Jessie(the Syreen) heading to that needs their full attention? Or perhaps, running from?

[therarefied]

Lindstrøm's “Syreen”

[ubtendo]

Alright since I'm still waiting for my eye to get better I decided to post something about the kids of chaos (dark fankid) AU that I still have laying around

Syreene's and Spear's outfits are inspired by @lumivall

Also colour different versions because I'm indecisive

And a Shadow design ( ouch :,) )

[lumivall]

Well, here is the outfit I thought of for Syreene! @ubtendo ´s lil baby

Clothing analyses under the cut!

first of all, she is sassy; you can tell by her looks

but she also is caring of her family, which she doesn´t openly say most of the time

BUT! She shows through her clothing!

the dots on her sleeves aren���t just random colors; they are the main colors of her siblings!

Orange for Soda, dark blue for Spear, light blue for Scout, black and white for Symbol, and red for Scarlet!

She has a pouch where she keeps little bandages, so if anything happens, she is ready for little scratches (or sibling fights)

Her clothing shows that she is capable; she can fight if she wants, but she still has that feminine vibe going on with the sleeves

she has high boots tied up all the way to give her more protection if she needs to fight

The openness in her clothes represents her openness to the world, what can happen and all, but also the tightness of her shorts and her top shows that she is ready to close off if anybody is giving her bad vibes

over all, she is just a big sister with a big heart. She loves her family and she is ready to protect them at any time!

also, THESE ARE ONLY HEADCANONS!!! I KNOW NOTHING OF HER PERSONALITY, AND I WENT WITH HER OVERALL VIBES WHEN CREATING HER OUTFIT!!! IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT HER, PLEASE GO TO @ubtendo !!! SHE IS HER CREATOR!!!

(I am merely a fan in the wide abyss)

[sysig]

Beach pinups (Patreon)

[thesafireartist]

But what if they were happy and weren’t traumatised. What about that

@ubtendo almost forgot to tag you lol

Why does the quality suck. Why does the world hate me

[connorsnothereeither]

Okay yes, Ulysses makes it out of the Telchin facility with Aax AU and it’s relatively happy BUT ALSO CONSIDER: An AU where rather than becoming a doctor Ulysses does go back to the city to become a priest of Lennarius.

Ulysses still joins the army, but treats surviving the drowned attack as a religious experience, showing that Lennarius is still protecting him

Goes back to the main city and studies as an undertaker and priest of Lennarius, quickly rising through the ranks, applying what would have been medical skills to autopsy and mortuary work.

Ulysses becomes somewhat of a controversial figure, as Lennarius becomes more and more hated by the telchin population, but he’s also necessary to ensure proper burial to make sure loved ones won’t come back as drowned.

Vesperae, since Ulysses isn’t on the front lines to heal them, is left with a lasting injury (perhaps even amputation of their arm) and is discharged from the front lines, where they return to the city.

Following in their father’s footsteps, Vesperae turns to politics as the Projects begin to gain traction, moving into Project Argus.

The two reconnect as they begin working with Priestess Syreen and the others to establish refugee camps and combat the Directors of the projects.

Ulysses potential meets Kyr here, when he and other soldiers mutiny against the directors and seek refuge in the remaining temples.

Now having proper medics in Ulysses, proper military and strategic leadership in Vesperae, and more soldiers thanks to Kyr, the refugees actually make their assault on the scientists: not attacking Project Andromeda, but Project Proteus.

During the attacks, Ulysses finds Perseus, rescuing them from the tank after recognising they’re a child. As they’re leaving however, the Directors unleash a non-escaped and harnessed Leviathan for the first time, wiping out a large portion of the refugees (potentially even including Syreen)

Ulysses, Vess and Kyr manage to lead as many of the survivors as they can to safety, now bringing with them the recused toddler Perseus, and moving forward to create a makeshift civilisation on land, where the drowned and Leviathan can’t hurt them.

[heyhay13]

This oneshot was SO FUN!! If ya missed it, we just finished Rolling Ghosts, a 90s themed DnD one shot run by Strawberripine!! I'll be editing it up for Youtube ASAP but thought it'd be fun to share some more bits about Jason over here!! His full name is Jason Van Blair. He's on the school wrestling team but isn't exactly popular with the jock group. He has three sisters, Jacelyn is the oldest and his full sister. They have half-sister lil twins Joy and June (they're about 7!)

Jason's parents split up after his dad had an affair, and later his mom remarried and had the twins with his step-father. Not sure how well Jason and step-dad get along, but Jason would literally die for his little sisters. Joy and June love the Little Mermaid, so when they found out about his DnD character, the Triton Bard Syreen, they were convinced he plays a mermaid princess. The girls put together his costume, giving him costume jewelry and coloring and glittering the fin ears. They got Jacelyn to lend him the shirt and bikini (which yes, is stuffed) and got Jacelyn to help paint his nails because they wanted it pretty and perfect.

In terms of the DnD group, Jason has known Charlie for a long time, and therefore Morgan by proxy. Jason roped Charlie into actually starting a campaign with them, and Charlie drew Jason his character art! Jason and Xander met through DnD and perhaps now maybe they're something more hehe (guess you'll have to go watch!)

I had such a blast with this! Making his character art was so fun to have all the lil 90s references in there and getting to draw a different body type than my usual characters was really fun!! Plus getting to be the group himbo was just a total blast

[writers-melancholy]

On the 7th day, they were wed. [Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Oc]

Trigger warnings: Targaryen Incest, Twincent, Mentions of unwanted sex, forced marriage, teen pregnancy.

Word count: 3,733k

•Master List•

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Being born a lady of nobility Viserra knew she would marry eventually, she knew that more than likely it would be a marriage of duty the complete opposite of love but oh how she longed for a love match. For there was already a boy who held her heart, his name Jacaerys Velaryon.

She was but ten and five preparing for a marriage of duty, a match she was forced into by her own actions and a betrayal by the person she was supposed to trust more than anyone, her beloved twin Aemond.

She should have been getting fussed upon by her ladies as is the custom before ones wedding yet here she was flying high above King's Landing on her beautiful she-dragon Syreen.

She could feel the wind blowing through her hair, it was almost soothing to her. She knew that by now her absence was noticed and her mother the Queen would soon send Aegon or Helaena to remind her of her duty.

She couldn't help but get lost in her thoughts, one stood out in particular “I should fly to Dragonstone.” This was her chance to choose for herself, to choose who she really wanted, Jacaerys and have a life together with their babe. It should have been easy to choose happiness and yet there was a voice telling her to stay… could it be that she actually wanted to marry Aemond? “No” she thought “I hate him!” Her face twisting with anger and sorrow for she did not want to hate him, in truth she wants to love him the way she loves Jacaerys. The way Aemond loves her.

You would think it would be hard to miss Dreamfyre flying up beside her and yet she only snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her sweet sister Helaena call out “Viserra!” how it reached her through the winds she didn't know.

Viserra’s head turned towards Helaena locking eyes as she shouted in return “I do not believe i can do it!”

“Marriage is not so bad!” Helaena shouts back.

Viserra was silent as she simply nodded allowing her sister to guide them back home.

It took them several minutes before they landed back at the dragon pit.

The Queen could be seen waiting with several of her ladies needless to say she looked furious, as Viserra dismounted Syreen she could hear her mother's booming voice “What in the Gods were you thinking!” she paused as she reached her daughters “it's going to take a long bath to wash the stink of dragon off you!”

“forgive me mother, I needed a moment to think.” Viserra said flatly, keeping her eyes on her feet so as to not be subjected to her mother's harsh glare.

“Could that not have been done in your rooms!” Alicent scolded before taking a deep breath as she continued “We haven't much time, come now.” As she took Viserra’s arm tightly and escorted her to her rooms.

Upon arrival she was immediately disrobed by her ladies maid Nessa and thrown into a bath as several of her ladies tried to scrub her clean, Viserras anxieties were growing with every second she couldn't help but dred this marriage.

Her hand unconsciously drifted up to her mouth as she started to chew on her thumb, “I'm scared..” she mumbled as she looked at her mother who was preparing her ceremonial robe.

Alicent turned around with a warm but sullen expression as she approached the tub grabbing a drying cloth, she motioned for Viserra to stand and she did. Alicent wrapped the cloth around her sweet daughter and spoke softly “You need not have any worries.” guiding her into the main living area as servants bustled around them “I was barely older than you are when I married your father.” Alicent continued

“Were you not scared.” Viserra asked as she sat down at her vanity. Nessa started to brush out her long white-blonde hair.

“Of course I was, but it was my duty as it is yours.” Alicent said flatly as she waved for her ladies to start braiding Viserra’s hair.

“Did you not wish to marry for love?” Viserra asked hesitantly

Alicent was caught off guard, taking a second to gather herself before she spoke “Over time one finds a mutual understanding, respect and perhaps even love if you are so lucky.”

Viserra was silent, clearly not pleased with the Queen's answer but was hesitant to press farther, just as she opened her mouth to ask another question Alicent suddenly shouted “You must get dressed!” clearly wanting to avoid discussing the topic any further.

Viserra simply nodded as she allowed her ladies to dress her in the ceremonial robes, she closed her eyes as the sting of tears came on, She was determined not to cry even if she so desperately wanted to.

She could feel Nessa’s nimble fingers securing the ceremonial headpiece, once the sting of tears had left Viserra’s eyes she opened them, coming face to face with her mother

“My sweet girl..” her mother cooes “You are a vision of beauty.” she states her voice over flowing with pride.

A knock could be heard at the door as Helaena entered her face lighting up as she saw Viserra “Sister…you look wonderful, like a true Targaryen bride!”

“Thank you Helaena…” Viserra whispers

“Ma’am” the Queen's ladies maid Talia says “It's time.”

The Queen doesn't speak but simply smiles as she turns to see her daughters standing hand and hand, something they had done since they were children.

“I don't think I can do this.” Viserra whispered to Helaena but before she could answer Alicent interjected “Of course you can, my sweet girl.” She gently grabbed onto Viserra, pulling her out of her rooms and down the corridor all the way to the sept, stopping just outside the main doors where Otto Hightower was waiting for them.

“Grandsire..” Viserra spoke

“Granddaughter it is time, I will escort you in after the Queen and Princess get seated.”

The Queen gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead before linking arms with Helaena and entering the sept.

As the doors opened Viserra could hear the chattering of people, most noble families that served at court but some who traveled for the wedding too. After a few moments the doors opened once again as Otto gently grasped his granddaughter's arm leading her into the sept and down the aisle.

With every step she was getting closer to her unwanted fate, and she could feel it she could feel him watching her as she walked down the aisle, her husband to be was waiting eagerly. She kept her eyes down to avoid his gaze.

As she came to a stop at the head of the aisle now standing next to Aemond, she looked towards her mother who was sitting in the front row next to the King, Aegon and Helaena. Viserra gave one last pleading look to Alicent as If asking to stop this, but her mother just smiled at her, unaware of her plea.

Viserra finally fixed her gaze onto Aemond, she could see the smile growing on his usually stoic face, it was getting bigger by the second as he just admired her, seemingly pleased with their matching ceremonial attire. Afterall he was the one who demanded on having a traditional Targaryen Ceremony.

They were so close it was almost unbearable, she wanted nothing more than to run away and escape from this moment but she knew that she had to live with the decision she made to stay. So she stood face to face with him as the ceremony started, Aemond was instructed to take the obsidian knife and lightly cut his lip she watched as he took his thumb and used the blood to mark her forehead.

Once it was her turn she hesitantly grasped the knife as she was expected to cut her own lip. she instead froze, just looking at him as he reached his hand out gently holding the knife over her hands as he moved the knife to her lip and cut it. She winced as the blood started to trickle down her chin. Once Aemond removed his hand Viserra set down the knife and she took her thumb and marked his forehead.

They were then instructed to take the knife once more and cut the palm of their hand, she had tears in her eyes as Aemond had to cut her hand for her, they then pressed their now bleeding palms together as their hands were bound with cloth.

A chalice was held under there bleeding hands to collect their mixed blood, once a fair amount had been collected the chalice was handed to Aemond as he took a drink he smiled then passed it to Viserra causing her to freeze again the thought of drinking blood made her stomach churn she also worried what affect the blood would have on her unborn babe. She looked up at Aemond once more causing him to simply nod in reassurance, this did soothe her worries as she knew that he would never make her do anything to cause harm.

After taking the chalice in her hand she touched it to her lips and drank, the metallic taste coated her tongue as she swallowed a tear fell down her cheek as he gently wiped it away.

The only thing left was to kiss, it was a small act on its own but oh how Viserra dreaded it. To her a kiss was something special you share with the one you love and the person she loved was sitting at dragonstone blissfully unaware of what was happening.

Without warning Aemond pressed a gentle but possessive kiss onto her lips, as he parted he leaned his forehead onto hers causing the guests to clap and cheer as their marriage was now bound in fire and blood just as Aemond had wanted.

After the ceremony had come to a close Viserra was escorted back to her rooms where she was changed out of her ceremonial robes and into her mother's old wedding dress albeit it had been modified to fit Viserra’s style a bit better and her ceremonial headpiece was removed and replaced with small gemstones that were gently tucked into her braided crown. The blood was cleaned off her face and her hand was bandaged.

She was then escorted to the banquet hall where everyone was waiting for her, as she entered all eyes were on her it was not a feeling Viserra was use too, she was use to blending into the shadows behind her siblings.

She made her way through the hall to the table where she stood next to her new husband, once she had taken her place everyone sat down. It was like the party had taken over the room as talking and cheers could be heard. It wasn't long before Aemomd decided to get up and ask his new bride to dance with him. Viserra hesitantly agreed as the two made their way to the dance floor he held out a hand for her to hold as he placed the other on on her waist gently leading her through the movements.

She kept her head down looking at their feet as the music played, Aemond soon whispered in her ear “You look beautiful tonight, during the ceremony especially.”

Viserra blushed slightly as she responded “You look handsome as well.” she started to hum to the music as they danced, it was something she always did even though it annoyed Aemond he softly chuckled

“Must you?” He laughed out seemingly amused by her childish humming

“Yes, I must!” She responded with a playful tone as a smirk creeped onto her face, it was nice she felt nice for once during this gut wrenching day. It was almost like she was just spending time with her beloved twin and not some betrayer who forced her into a marriage she didn't want.

As the night went on they mingled with their guests and they all ate a beautiful feast in celebration but eventually the night had come to a close and the bedding ceremony was approaching fast.

Once it was time the guest followed behind as Aemond escorted Viserra to their marriage chambers once they entered the room Aemond led her to the bed where he gently untied the back of her dress causing it to partially fall off of her, he helped it the rest of the way leaving her exposed.

She In turn helped him disrobe and as they stood naked Aemond planted a soft kiss onto her lips as he guided her onto her back, her body melting into the freshly laundered sheets beneath her, the smell of soap surrounded her and for a brief moment her mind was able to escape from reality.

But it didn't last long as she could feel him watching her, as she looked up at him she could see his violet eye wide and filled with desperation and vulnerability.

In this moment she held so much power over him and yet she didn't want it, for anyone else it would have been intoxicating but for her it was simply a reminder of who she was with.

She loved Aemond, of course she did but right now she hated him with every fiber of her being.

She gazed coldly into his eye, while he used his hand to gently separate her knees, stopping as he felt resistance.

Viserra didn't want this, not know and maybe not ever.

she turned her head to the side where she could see members of the royal court fighting for the best view. It was repulsive, it was at that moment she took a deep breath and relaxed her legs, letting them fall open like a book. Allowing Aemond to move closer positioning himself, he could feel the warmth of her body, it was driving him mad.

He leaned forward to engulf her lips into a deep kiss, he could feel her tremble at his touch. as he parted from the kiss she closed her eyes, a single tear running down her face.

He gently wiped it away just as he always does and whispered “I will make it quick.”

She gently nodded as he grabbed the back of her legs, pulling her body onto his with swift deliberate movement that made them both gasp, his with pleasure, hers with pain.

The feeling of him filling her was overwhelming, the pain sharp and throbbing much like her first time although the pain faded quicker this time.

Aemond had to take a moment to steady himself, his hands moving to her hips as he started to move slowly at first to allow Viserra's body to adjust.

Viserra’s eyes were so tightly shut that she could see spots, she felt uncomfortable. It wasn't that she felt physical pain, it was her heart breaking with every second she was made to endure this horribly outdated custom. She could feel eyes watching her in her most vulnerable moments, something that was supposed to be a private experience between those who love each other.

She wanted it over, she wanted to loathe this act, but she knew it was her duty as Aemond's wife. But the moment was out of her control, she could feel him as he ‘deflowered’ her in front of everyone.

Yet she found herself thinking “This feels nice.” As he kissed her all over, his breath started to come in ragged gasps as he thrusted harder and harder until finally he froze gripping her tightly as he engulfed her into a passionate but forceful kiss. She could hear his muffled moans as he finally pulled away from her.

The sound of clapping filled the room as Viserra's eyes opened, she got up quickly and reached for her discarded dress to try and recover some semblance of modesty. It took a few moments before two maids entered the room and removed the now spoiled sheets from the bed and held them up for the court to see, Viserras assumed they were pleased with what they saw as they cheered once more before leaving the room.

Their maids had quickly replaced the sheets before leaving the young couple alone for the night. Deciding she had been humiliated enough for one night she went to change into her night dress.

“Let me assist you.” Aemond said as he stepped closer grabbing the dress from her hands, she looked at him uncertain before she finally lifted her arms into the air as he lowered the dress over her arms and head and down over her body.

“Thank you.” She whispered as he gently bent down to kiss her once more before she turned her head to the side causing him to kiss her cheek instead. “I am tired, Aemond.” She said, he pulled away and nodded.

“I imagine the excitements of the day would be tiring to a woman in your condition, you should rest wife.” He spoke as he led her to the bed once more as she laid down. “I shall be to bed in a moment, there is something I must take care of first.” He spoke, dressing himself before leaving the room.

Soon Viserra drifted off to sleep and she found herself dreaming about someone she knew she shouldn't be dreaming about.

She found herself standing outside the sept in a beautiful gown made just for her, she chewed on her thumb as she peeked through the slightly cracked door. She could hear the guests chattering away; she had been so preoccupied she hardly noticed her father, the king coming up behind.

“Viserra..” He said, drawing her attention away from the door.

“Father! I was just - “ she started but was interrupted “You were just trying to peek at your groom!” He laughed “Do not worry child, I remember how I felt on my wedding day!”

“You do?” she asked

“Yes but that is a story for another time, for now we must focus on getting you down the aisle!” He said as he held his arm out for her to grab “Shall we?” He asked.

“We shall!” She answered as she linked arms with him the doors opened wide as Viserys led her down the aisle it took them a few minutes longer than normal but the wait was worth it to Viserra as she came to the head of the aisle stopping just in front of the sept she turned to see her beloved Jacaerys standing next to her, they shared a look of absolute joy as the sept began the ceremony.

As the ceremony began Jacaerys took hold of her marriage cloak and draped it over her shoulders one side of it was black with the Targaryen crest and the other half was blue with the Velaryon crest and the shoulders were gold. It was the same cloak Rhaenyra wore during her wedding to sir Leanor Velaryon and now Viserra was wearing it to marry their son.

As the ceremony progressed Viserra and Jacaerys couldn't keep their eyes off each other they had this magnetic pull between them in was almost unbearable being so close but so far away once the ceremony had concluded Jacaerys impatiently shared a tender kiss with his new wife and she returned his affections deepening the kiss as the guests cheered at the union.

Jacaerys and Viserra made there way to the banquet hall where they spent the rest of the evening dancing and gazing into each other eyes lovingly until it was time to retire for the night, Jacaerys held her hand gently as he guided her down the corridor to there marriage chambers thankfully there would be no bedding ceremony as both Jacaerys and his mother Rhaenyra had thought it was an outdated and unnecessary tradition.

They were both nervous and excited to spend the night as a married couple, as they entered their rooms Jacaerys helped Viserra change into her night dress and she did the same for him but they were interrupted by Viserra gently kissing him on the cheek.

“My beloved, are you tired?” Jacaerys asked in a soft caring tone, as he rubbed her cheek.

She smiled as she spoke “I believe the excitements of the day was too much for me in my condition.”

Jacaerys smiled as his hand gently caressed her stomach while it was still flat he knew that his child was growing within, “Well then shall we retire to bed?”

“I believe we shall.” she said as her hand grasped Jacaerys’ as he kissed her and then led her to bed as they laid together and gently drifted off to sleep, his arm tightly wrapped around her and their babe.

With a sudden gasp Viserra awoke quickly causing Aemond to look over cautiously from his side of the marriage bed. When she saw him she couldn't help but start to softly cry, this made Aemond whisper “Shh. Sweet one.” as he pulled her into a tight hug “it will be alright, it was just a nightmare, it's over now.”

“It wasn't a nightmare…” Viserra said into his chest as she cried.

“What was it then?” He asked rather puzzled.

“A dream….a very nice dream.” She said as she sniffled trying to compose herself.

“Tell me Sweetling.” He cooed as he rubbed her back.

“I do not wish to, please.” she begged as her tears soaked into his sleepshirt.

It was quiet for a moment before he flatly asked “You dream of him even now?"

Viserra looked at him unable to make out his expression in the dark but she could feel his body tense up. “I did not wish to dream of him!” She cried out.

He let out a disgruntled noise as he shoved her away from him, he turned away from her and dangled his feet over the edge of the bed, she grabbed onto his shoulder and begged him “Aemond, please don't go!”.

He ripped himself out of her grasp and shouted “I cannot share a bed with a woman who dreams of a man other than her husband!” He then stood up and stormed out to his old bedchambers leaving Viserra all alone with no one but the babe in her belly for company as she cried herself to sleep.

[doctor-dorky]

Yet another digital piece done solely with a mouse.

If I remember the context of this correctly, Alana and Indigo got sick and needed to stay in a medical bay for a few days until they got better. They did eventually get better, but before they could return to their "siblings", they needed to wash up.

The original sketch

[talenlee]

Game Pile: The Arilou

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Game Pile: The Arilou

In consideration of science fiction storytelling there are some problems that kind of have to be tangled with between the realism of here and now and the fantastic of the story can intersect. It’s because there’s a hypothetical attenuation between the scientific of the genre, the way that things need to be built out of conventions and frameworks we’re already familiar with. Sometimes this can be done with single, deeply, and fundamentally important boundaries on reality, like how in Mass Effect there’s the introduction of a new, single element one level higher than Hydrogen, and its presence allows for all the stuff in that universe that we conventionally consider to have broken the rules of our reality.

One of those challenges is the Fermi Paradox, which is – simplified – ‘hey, where are all the aliens, bro?’ If there are a lot of aliens and we’ve had a lot of time, surely we’d see some sign of them, and we haven’t. This puzzle is at the heart of a lot of different science fiction stories. Sometimes it’s addressed, sometimes it’s central to the whole narrative (spoilers for The Three Body Problem I suppose), and sometimes, in a story big enough, it just gets to be a detail in amongst many.

In Star Control 2, there is a species of little green humanoids that fly around in strange saucers that don’t behave according to the laws of physics the way that other species’ space ships do. They’re called the Arilou, or more formally the Arilou Lalee’lay, and they speak to humans as delightful tricksters who are here to help us and guide us through the stars.

They like to use the term ‘enigmatic,’ which is a good term for it. They do things that don’t seem to make much sense. Now, part of the challenge with all of this is that when you’re dealing with alien civilisations, hypothetically they should have some sense of individuality and cultural variety just by dint of having such large numbers, and yet, the genre that Star Control lives in is that there are [The culture] and then occasionally, like Admiral Vux or Fwiffo, you get individuals from that culture. Complicating this further are some cultures that aren’t cultures – the Mycosynth and Orz in particular.

Spoilers for the Orz I guess.

Anyway, the Arilou project a uniformity of purpose, a univocality of culture, and that means that their reasons are inscrutable. They appeared out of nowhere to join an alliance, but only once humans did. Then when humans were enslaved by the Ur-Quan (we’ve talked about them before), the Arilou also disappeared. They then rejoined the normal world when the humans sought them out, all because of their special, mysterious connection with humans.

Anyway, the Arilou are kinda dicks?

See, if you asked the rest of our galaxy about them, they had no idea they existed, which is pretty odd. After all, they’re very technologically advanced and somehow did everything without trading with other people. They know a lot about everything in the whole of the sector and they interact freely with them as soon as Humans are involved. And bear in mind, that’s Humans Humans. There are two cultures in the Star Control Universe that provide a wrinkle to what it means to be humans.

Most obviously, there are the Androsynth. They are uh, they’re humans? They are definitively and actually humans. They’re cloned humans who have left the Earth and undergone whatever modest genetic translation you can do across a few generations, which is nothing fit enough to guide towards speciation. Androsynth and humans could absolutely interbreed, if not for the fact the Androsynth regard humans as being a bunch of slave-keeping assholes.

Which they are.

But that’s not all, because there’s also the Syreen. Syreen were originally conceived as a kind of Sexy Space Succubus, but in Star Control 2 they were fleshed out into a fully realised culture of their own. They’re a culture of predominantly women who are completely genetically compatible with humans, which, if you’re curious about such things, means they’re basically humans. Of course the question about why the Syreen are like that is a huge puzzle for the universe to answer, and the weird thing is there’s actually a pretty obvious answer as to why there’s a culture of nonhuman humans parked a few hundred light years away.

That answer is ‘probably something the Arilou did.’

But the Arilou don’t care about the Syreen. We know this because the Syreen were the people who witnessed the way that the Arilou abandoned the universe the second humans were slave-shielded. In fact, this led to the Syreen being defeated by the Ur-Quan and that’s why the Syreen call the Arilou a bunch of weasels.

Here’s the thing: The Arilou have fucked with humanity. The nature of Star Control 2 is that it is a world whose narratives leave a lot of questions because the why of how things ended up the way they are isn’t as important as the what the player gets to do in the discovering of it. To that end, what I can tell you about the Arilou is something with no greater answer, complicated further by the fact that the source for it is largely diegetic information from the Arilou themselves.

The Arilou assert that they want to preserve humanity from interactions with entities that exist. These entities, they claim, are fundamentally dangerous to humans, and therefore, the Arilou have changed humanity, like all of humanity so as to not be noticeable to them. They do this, and then also hide their own influence on humans, their presence in our history, their homeworld and a bunch of other stuff because they believe that ignorance is the humans’ best protection.

This belief is such that when they discover Humans know things, they bemoan them because the knowledge of things like the presence of the Orz or the way that Arilou travel through space is something that’s going to create problems for them later down the line. This ignorance and this enshrinement of it, complete with their discussion of keeping secrets from humans seems to indicate that they were doing things to keep us from finding out about other alien cultures.

When I talk about the science fiction speculation of Star Control, it’s not like I’m talking about it as a fundamentally predictive kind of text. It’s a science fiction story built out of the ideas of science fiction of its time, and there’s no reason any of this stuff needs to be built out of any kind of reasonable science. It’s wild to me that when Star Control 2 released, exoplanets were a theory (a pretty well justified theory). Now they’re confirmed facts. It isn’t even that remarkable a thing, when you think about it — the idea other stars wouldn’t have planets would be such a weird idea as to be impossible.

Every time we learn a bit more about the universe, in so doing, we discover the parameters that play with the edges of these big questions. Why aren’t there, why are there, how common is this, and the beautiful thing about it is that knowing these things are deducing actual answers to actual questions and we may know those questions better — and their potential answers — comes from being able to play with them, to see these ideas used in the media around us.

And in Star Control 2, this question of why are we alone has an answer that introduces you to the question.

The Arilou are why we are alone.

Because they were looking for things to make that way.

[ubtendo]

HA- I said I would make my own version of this didn't I?

And yeah I know, your only supposed to draw one oc, but hey when you have a template of 6 and 6 sonic ocs, you use that opportunity to finally draw the three from your second AU that you never draw but love dearly

Anyway, this was super fun! I even had a hard time picking my mutuals because everyone has an amazing style!!💕💕✨️💕

Here's everyone so that you can follow them if you don't already

@lumivall

@specialistmj

@m3tr0n0m333

@head---ache

@galacticghoste

@thesafireartist

[nikki-tine]

Hi again, I'm alive for the day! have the AU Grillby, Adeline (Adene).

Not much has changed about her aside from appearance, but for a refresher:

She's head of the Royal Guard in within UnderCharged (With Syreen - Undyne - taking on a more minor role to reflect the change), and is built up with the intent to have a sort of sibling dynamic between her, Sparky and his brother Toasty (the AU Papyrus who also happens to be Second-in-command!). As she is a Red Charge, she primarily works with Pyrokinesis (Something expected for a Flame Elemental of some form like her).

Aside from this info, she's mostly what you may expect of a Grillby otherwise. She's mostly quiet with a bit of exception, and cares deeply for the souls around her in a way that feels either stoic physically or maybe a bit stiff at worst. The most vocal you hear her get is around Sparky and Toasty or her biological family members (family reunions/get-togethers are quite the roaring flame of a crowd! heheh).

[fuckyeahalisonblaire]

Syreene

[connorsnothereeither]

This is 100% inspired by @heyhay13’s post about Jason, but I had so much fun playing in the 90’s Halloween one-shot Rolling Ghosts this weekend on twitch, run by our amazing DM Strawberripine!! The session was an absolute blast!! If you missed it live but would still like to watch, it’s still up on Strawberripine’s twitch, and I believe Heyhay is working on an edit for YouTube too!!

The art above was done by an amazing friend of mine thebeetlebard on Instagram who was super kind to take the commission for me to draw him fairly last moment!!

I just really wanted to talk some more about my boy Charlie!!

Charlie’s full name is Charles Hobbs! He’s very timid, anxious and reserved, and he’s sort of the art kid of the group, having drawn Jason’s character art of Syreen for him, and having also drawn his own character art for his paladin, Romulus! He spent a good couple of days outside of school working on making his cardboard armour for his Halloween costume, and he also helped Morgan with the armour pieces for her costume too!

Charlie is an only child, and lives with his two parents. His relationship with them isn’t necessarily bad, but they both work full time jobs, leaving him to do his own thing most of the time (more often then not that “own thing” involves hanging out with either Jason or Morgan, since he’s not exactly comfortable being alone for too long, as we saw…)

Speaking of them, within the party they’re definitely the two people Charlie knows the best. Morgan has been his next door neighbour since as long as he can remember and the two are very close and supportive of each other. As much as Morgan is the weird friend she’s his weird friend dammit. Jason and Charlie met when they were pretty young too; he’s one of the few people Charlie genuinely feels close to and comfortable around, and is the one who dragged him into joining the D&D party in the first place to try and help him open up a little, which is where he met Gabe and Xander (who scares him just a little). The fact that his two best friends have been fixtures in his life for so long definitely also feeds into his fear of being abandoned: the thought of the people he’s always cared about and always had around suddenly leaving him hits very much to his core.

I also have a character playlist for Charlie, which is entirely made up of early 90’s and late 80’s songs so it is very much also just the kind of music he would listen to!

I had so much fun making and playing this awkward lad, and the session was so amazingly put together and fun to be a part of! Getting to see him come into his own as a character arc even within a one-shot was really fun! :))