#How Terraform Works?

[nordsea-horizons]

im flattening and cleaning some areas!!.. a familiar sight on nordsea.. i do have some plans for the next step for this island and im excited to share it with you all some time this month👀🍂

[chiclet-go-boom]

Wurm Unlimited -- The Before and the Right Now comparison shot

[true-blue-sonic]

actually on the topic of nightmares!!! i wonder if anyone in the cast has had nightmares related to the phantom ruby. that war lasted like six months after all!

Heh, I personally do feel that making the war last literally half a year was just far too long. It's quite a significant chunk of time for many characters... yet absolutely nobody is affected by it. Not physically, not mentally, not emotionally. And of course I understand this is a Sonic game and they're not gonna shown everyone gravely injured and with PTSD, but with six months I truly would have expected some consequences on the cast. If it had only been one or two months or so, it would have been easier for me to suspend my disbelief on this topic, I feel.

Regardless, to answer your question, it does make sense to me that characters would indeed have nightmares. Infinite killed like four or five people right in front of the Avatar, Eggman's Death Egg is filled with captured people and he is heavily implied to have murdered captives, Tails saw Sonic "die" before his eyes(?), the Resistance at the end of those six months was reduced to almost nothing... and then lost 80% of their forces in Operation Big Wave on top. And then they all nearly got scorched alive in the fake fun. It gives enough grounds for nightmares, also considering how absolutely insane Infinite's power is with the Ruby. So I would not be surprised if the cast is in some way affected by it and needs time to mentally recover from the events of the game; it's just not shown or indicated to us, basically.

[teddybearsandlightningstorms]

people who want to play terraforming mars the rpg should just play the alien rpg. i'm pretty sure that's close enough.

[tempe-brennans]

started to terraform. about to reset again

[feral-renaissance-cat]

🌹

I'm actually going to switch this up and give you a line from an original story I'm working on.

"Fresh kelp was offered for barter amongst the Archipelago selkies, and Lonan had witnessed one of Roni’s aunts engage in a form of haggling he could barely follow, simultaneously trying to get the best deal in trading for a pail of clams while insisting that the clams were worth more than she was offering."

[carionto]

The terrifying sound of silence

"Where is the Human?"

A question that incites dread across the Galaxy. And no greater when the Human in question is an engineer.

For weeks after her arrival aboard the Coalition joint exploration vessel Ulmanar's Resilience, the Human Jenna had been pestering everyone about the technical specifications, tolerances, build schematics, design philosophy, power outputs, and countless other microscopic details.

At first everything seemed normal, Humans are known to be curios, especially the technically minded ones, and her job would entail managing parts of the vessel's systems, so everyone was as helpful as they could.

Then Jenna started tinkering.

'Optimizing' is how she described it.

Admittedly, most of her modifications resulted in marginal improvements to energy distribution and mechanical motion efficiency. Although the fact the power reactors started to make audible noise was... unusual, but the readings said everything was fine, and the fact a day passed without explosions put everyone at ease - this was partly why a Human engineer was brought along in the first place.

During a short stop at a supply station before our first descent onto an uncharted planet, Jenna was the first to rush off with several cargo drones in the direction of the shipyard district. She was the last to return mere minutes before the scheduled departure, all covered in dust and oil, and the drones straining under the weight of everything she had procured.

"Don't worry, it's gonna be awesome." she declared.

It had been a while since our training and none of us had encountered other Humans in the meantime, so all of us had forgotten to immediately be alarmed by those words and question everything she was doing.

The following weeks of transit to our destination were marked by a severe lack of Jenna interactions or even sightings. The shuttle bay was a mess of disassembled craft, loose parts flung about, and sparks and rattling noises coming from the bowels of whatever was going on.

Unbeknownst to us, for the idea itself was ludicrous, Jenna was only within the vessel half of the time during this period. The other half she was in her spacesuit tinkering with the exterior of the vessel. Laser cutters and cold welding, not to mention the vacuum of space, make for a very silent work environment.

Perhaps it was instinct for most of us to avoid the confusing actions of a predator species descendant, as once we arrived to the designated planet, we learned we only had two surface shuttles left. Out of sixteen.

"This baby can land now!" Jenna happily said.

Confused beyond measure, we asked: "What do you mean 'this baby?"

"The ship, you know, Ulmanar's Resilience. We can land the whole thing now instead of doing this boring shuttling down thing. Plus the terraforming bot wouldn't fit in a shuttle anyway."

"The what?" our confusion continued.

"Yeah, we're gonna terraform this planet, right? That's what I got from the briefing back before joining you guys." she explained with innocence in her eyes.

There must have been some miscommunication, but the work had been done, and as far as our own technicians (who were scolded harshly for not keeping track of such grand changes to the entire vessel) did confirm that, as far as their understanding of mechanics and physics went, Ulmanar's Resilience can now indeed endure descent and commence takeoff from up to a 6G world.

So I guess that's what we're doing now. Preliminary surveys from past unmanned missions had suggested this world was once in the past and potentially now habitable again, and we suppose the Humans had decided to just set that in motion before more detailed analysis had occurred.

"Oh yeah," Jenna interjected, "if it turns out this place is, like, super dangerous and a threat to the Galaxy if we accidentally wake something up, I modified one of the scanning dishes to be a deep drill laser. Two hours of firing it at the core of the planet and it'll go boom."

...

"The planet, not the laser dish. That will explode if left on for more than three hours."

...

[bayporwave]

Utik

The utik (yoo-tik) are a sophont species the rakii came in contact with when they first landed on Ra'hah, their second largest moon orbiting Rek. The utik were actually the first to even set foot onto it, as they had no other choice. After suffering massive damage to their ship, the utik were forced to land on the lunar surface and hope to survive or await help. Years later, the rakii show up, which started an a long, chaotic process of attempt of communication and debating ownership.

The bodies of the utik are actually not their true bodies. The actual sophont lies within the pearly cased cockpit. Utik like the Olac bio-mechs, mastered the technical art of bio-technology, having started on a very hot and humid planet. While unlike the Olac who switched to bio-technology as a means to evade a debilitating disease, the utik mastered it for years, working off various symbiotic organisms. Their mech suits, or cyborg bodies you could say are symbiotic, as after their nervous and circulatory systems are linked, the pilot has full control of the suit, having it feed off waste material from the pilot. The suit then takes the waste, replenishes it, mixes it's own formula into it and feeds it back to the pilot. Like a plant, it gets a lot of energy off light and other forms of UV Retaining it for hours. These suits are suitable (ha) for open space, and lunar terran for a limited time. However proper measures are made to keep the suits tidy from "space dust" so no one goes out "naked" and risk exterior damage.

(quick sketch of utik 'pooters n screens. NOT ENTIRELY FINALIZED)

However, this isn't their true form. At least they didn't start off like this.

Way before, after they reached the ultimate feat in their development, their star was noticeably suffering, as it was predicted to eventually turn into black hole. While they had years 'till then, there wasn't enough time to perfect their original forms for the long-term space travel. So. as best they could, they learned to carefully strip and reduce themselves to nothing more than squishy muscle and brain matter, beforehand creating living space suits and sleeper pods to maintain what's left. Several ships shot into space just in time before their star went dark and each ship jumped in different directions hoping to find and terraform a new world. This group of utik weren't so lucky, as said before.

Now for the first half of the year, rakii and utik were on some tense terms. A lot of internal debates on who gets the moon. While utik were capable of defense, they weren't in a great position to, and the rakii weren't sure how to proceed with their first extraterrestrial contact. (Non-religious turned contact I'd guess???) UNTIL, one day it was brought ahead that, the utik secrete an anti-radiation slime. Something they came with naturally, just cranked to 10.

At first, the rakii thought to use this fluid as an applicable substance similar to sun-block, required to apply pre-spaceflight. However, it was revealed that they are extremely allergic to it. So skin-contact was a big no.

(Unfortunate rakii subject applying utik-based lotion. Results: swelling in skin, which can further cause blisters and splits)

After several trials, they came to a conclusion of using it as a gel layering in space suits, capable of absorbing radiation and protecting the wearer.

This discovery brought up a plan and a deal. It was agreed, rakii and utik would share the moon, making their first ever alliance, in exchange the utik would allow the rakii to harvest this anti-radiation goop off them, of course while exchanging knowledge, and resources.

[revelboo]

Not a request. Just wanted you to know that your TFP Shockwave fic reminds me of the song Nothing by Emilie Autumn.

It's about a Victorian Doctor who experiments on the women in his asylum but gets attached and obsessed with one. I thought you might like it. Love your work as always and I hope you are taking care of yourself. Happy Holidays 💜

Ooh that’s delightfully unsettling. He definitely has an obsession growing

Thundercracker is next up if I don’t get too busy.

Point Of Extinction Pt 8

TFP Shockwave x Reader

• Head lowering, he watches you eat and his servos flex. Wanting to reach out as illogical as it is, wanting to find comfort in the warmth of you. To chase those daydreams of another life, another self that nag at him more insistently every day. Like the answers are right there, he just doesn’t know how to get to them. Because in those memories, there are answers that he needs. As confusing as you. Your emotions so mercurial he has trouble understanding them, but he wants to. Like this. Asking him if he’d like to share a meal even though neither of you can consume the other’s fuel. He doesn’t understand it, but he’d still agreed. Sipping his energon as his antenna flick every time you move where you’re sitting on his desk.

• You’re not sure why you’d bothered to ask him to eat with you except that he’d seemed more agitated than usual. Armor plating panels flared slightly to make you think of an upset cockatiel. Something you’re never admitting to him. And sitting with you, he’d calmed some. “Want to talk about it?” You ask, fidgeting as that single optic washes you in its red glow when he tips his head toward you. You don’t find him terrifying all the time anymore after what he’s done to the deer, but you can’t forget it either. It haunts your sleep sometimes, dreaming that you’re the one on the gurney. He’s not safe and he’s a bit unsettling even when you don’t think he’s trying to be, but you don’t think he wants to hurt you. But you could just be lying to yourself. “About whatever you were upset about?” You add since he’s still staring, antenna lowering.

• Why do you want to know? Looking for weakness to exploit? Head tipping as he tries to figure out your motivation, your shoulders hunch and you turn your attention back to your food with a mumbled ‘never mind.’ Or are you genuinely concerned about him? End of his cannon tapping gently against his thigh, he reaches to hook a servo around your middle and pull you around to face him, hearing your sharp inhale. “My experiments keep failing. They die.” And he can’t understand why. Something about organic life fighting being terraformed. Being fixed.

• Considering you’re also an experiment, that’s not exactly what you want to hear. He’s not hurt you, though. Still scans you regularly and makes notes, but whatever he’s subjecting his other lab animals to, you’ve been spared so far. You just don’t know why he saved you. “What exactly are you trying to do?” Because you don’t want it to be only that he’s that callous. That this is all for nothing other than macabre curiosity. There has to be a reason. Otherwise this is all just madness, barely leashed violence masquerading as science.

• Servos brushing your side, hooking against your neck to tilt your chin up, you catch at his servos with those little, soft hands. Frightened again even though he’s not trying to startle you. “Recreate home,” he says and your eyes widen. Can you understand how important this is? Or is it as elusive to you as understanding why he’d culled you from his experiments? Because sometimes he thinks the answer to unraveling his past lies in you. He’s just not sure if the only way to get to it is to take you apart piece by piece.

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[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Animorphs #4: The Message thoughts (pt. 3):

"I ended up being a little late" (p. 56). Okay, this is brilliant. I'm noticing just how often the narrator is slightly late to a team meeting, and damn. This is the best literary device ever. How have I never spotted this before? It's the easiest way ever to skip small talk, lead-ups, recaps, and all the boring parts of the conversation. The narrator's a little late to the meeting, so as soon as they get there everyone just dives right in. Literally, in this case. I have to remember this trick.

Marco almost dies of blood loss because nobody knows how morphing works and Cassie freezes under pressure. This team needs an Ax.

Love that Ax's reaction to seeing humans for the first time is "Gaaaaah! Fuck! What is that!?!?!?" [shoots it with a dracon beam] And then 10 seconds later is like "Oh wait, didn't Elfangor say something about how Earth is full of furless bipeds? And that they're our allies? Oops."

Also, Ax, bby. He immediately goes "take me to your leader!" and then ignores Jake trying to Homer Simpson into the bushes in his haste to pledge to die for Jake's cause. Poor kid. He just found out his big brother died and he will adopt a surrogate, no matter how much the surrogate in question kicks and screams in protest.

I've always found the detail about Earth being terraformed to match the yeerk homeworld to be one of the most chilling in the series. It makes sense, since that's what humans plan to do to Mars and what England tried on every other country on the planet, but learning about that after a book's worth of the richness of cetaceans' and birds' worlds is a damn gut punch. Plus, it's Cassie. She understands better than anyone what would be lost, if our sun were kandonaized and all inedible species annihilated.

Animorphs books can be read here | Book Club schedule is here

[ronqueesha]

I'm in the mood to make another 40k lore post for the mutuals new to the franchise:

Everyone in the Imperium speaks a language called Gothic (or Low Gothic). Gothic is a bastardized and barely recognizable variant of a language now called High Gothic. High Gothic is an ANCIENT language, tens of thousands of years old. It was once the language spoken across the galaxy during the dark age of technology, when humanity had multiple technological utopias and ruled a huge part of the galaxy 20,000 years before the current setting. In the 41st millennium, High Gothic is seen as a holy language, reserved for ancient documents, religious texts, and technical manuals for the Imperium's most critical technology.

Virtually no one speaks High Gothic. Only the wealthiest and most powerful people are educated on how to read it, and even then its holy significance keeps it from being widely used as a common form of communication. Most people who hear or read High Gothic in the current era regard it as a mystical and religious experience.

In 40k books and lore text, Low Gothic is represented in modern English, while High Gothic is a weird bastardization of classic Latin. But that's not to say if you want to make up your own High Gothic phrases that you need to know Latin yourself! Over the decades, various 40k writers have used actual real latin for High Gothic, or just made up a bunch of Latin-sounding words to sound mystical and cool.

The Adeptus Mechanicus have their own languages, often called the Cant Mechanicus. Binaric or Binary is the most common of these languages. It's VERY difficult for a normal person to speak Binaric, but is quite easy for a mechanical vox device or other artificial sound machine to replicate. To normal ears, it often sounds like a mix of static and musical tones. It's also forbidden for people outside of the Cult Mechanicus to speak these languages, though some exceptions have been made.

The Adeptus Mechanicus' origins is one of my favorite parts of lore. Mars was the first planet humanity ever colonized, and was terraformed into a life-sustaining paradise long before the Dark Age of Technology. Over thousands of years, Martian society developed differently from Earth, as did all of humanity's colonies spread across the stars.

The dark age of technology swiftly turned into the age of strife following the birth of slaanesh. Martian society was cut off from humanity's interstellar empire, and a lot of technology necessary to keep mars terraformed and habitable began to break down. Radiation killed or mutated huge swathes of population as the atmosphere and magnetic field collapsed. The water froze and the planet became a red wasteland again after tens of thousands of years of human habitation.

But the martian society didn't die with their world. Instead, the people who worked to keep the few working machines intact became revered by the surviving population. A cult of survival and machine dependence became a cult of machine supremacy as it became the literal only thing that kept the tiny Martian population alive. And during this age of strife, mars actually reached back into the stars despite the warp and unreality continually tearing the galaxy apart.

The Mechanicum was already a small but powerful interstellar society when the Emperor reunited Terra and began his crusade to form the Imperium. The Adeptus Mechanicus is technically not part of the Imperium, but subject to the ancient and holy Treaty of Olympus. The Imperium and Mechanicus are allies, two human factions united against a violent and dangerous galaxy. The Imperium recognizes the sovereignty of Mars and the forge worlds, while benefiting from Martian technology.

This is one reason why the Imperial Aquila has two heads. To recognize both pillars of humanity's development, and their alliance to conquer the galaxy.

[evilminji]

As I played No Man's Sky... It HIT Me.

My third eye is opened and I have reached a stage of enlightenment that's leaving me GIDDY. Holy fuckin shit.

Danny own SPACE GAMES~☆🎇✨️🌠

"Yeah, obviously?" you say, a little confused.

But stop an THINK about it. He can go INTO games! Doomed is a glitchy, limited, online mmo. Not some single player triple A. There are Space Simulators.

Sandbox games where you explore the galaxy.

Literally NOTHING stopping HIM from becoming a game developer. Hiring tech ghosts. Alien ghosts. Alien TECH ghosts. And producing an underground hit.

Sitting in the virtual, on an alien planet, in his space suit and just... listening to the wind. The pattern of toxic rain against the habitat.

The sense of PEACE he must feel? Just turn on creative mode or pick a peaceful sandbox game and just? Get to work. Terraform a planet. Built a settlement. Farm in a habitat on Mars. Slip into some VR game and just? Hang out on the orbital space station.

I can't even put it into words? How emotional I am kinda getting? Just imagining him step through a screen and onto alien grass. Just a big old peaceful field of alien flora, beneath an alien sky. No responsibilities. Just Space.

Getting to explore the cosmos and still come home. Not having to choose between Amity and the stars. Making some little habitat with knickknacks and a bunk, that he can just go hang out in. Listen to the sounds of an alien world. Sleep in a far off galaxy and be home for breakfast.

God he would GLOW. His joy would overflow.

The only thing I'd honestly worry about is his Obsession and the Fenton Family Fixation Tendency kicking in. Getting addicted to serene, seretonin-producing Fantasy, over stressful, anxiety-producing Reality. It would be understandable. And something to look out for.

Because it wouldn't even be insidious or malicious action. Just the nature of "this one is calming and feels nice" vs "this one is stressful" would do it. Who WOULD want to leave? But... you gotta balance. Because you aren't just ghost. You can't just wrap yourself in Space like a safety blanket. No matter HOW soothing and awesome it is.

But good God is he gonna have SO much practice for his eventual lair. Bet his virtual Bases are IMMACULATE.

@hdgnj @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[lvmimis]

cw: minors dni. smut. first time sex. literal breeding. sci-fi themed. female body parts for reader. izuku is bigger than reader. size kink if you squint.

The dynamics of the world as you knew it thousands of years ago are now gone, and ever since you awoke from cryogenic slumber just 24 hours ago, the next phase of humanity’s plan to continue to exist and expand through the stars is now in progress.

Repopulation.

The new Earth substitute you inhabit is practically devoid of humans and will need bodies, at least until enough of you can build robots to replace your physical labor. There are fifty of you in total, of reproductive age and of peak physical, intellectual and emotional ability (aggregate, with some compartments allowed to be lower than others), and you are assigned to partners based on your compatibility.

They call you terraforming partners. It’s a euphemism for mate. Your only job is to breed.

There are of course other departments to work in the colonizing efforts. Some of the selected fifty have double appointments in the repopulation department and in research and development, others in art and communications, still others in nutrition. You failed to select a secondary appointment prior to your assignment to this planet, and thus have the appointment of Propagator-09A.

It is time to meet your mate. Taking in a deep breath, you leave your quarters, housed in one of two L-shaped buildings surrounding the Nexus or central headquarters, and walk straight down the hall of the dorm building into the designated repopulation centers. These are where you will perform your duties.

The two of you will enter a dome-shaped building from opposite ends of the room. You’re not sure who awaits you on the opposite end of the door, just that they are sexually compatible with you, and pass other measures of compatibility based on a predetermined algorithm. This algorithm is not meant for love, not meant for marriage, just sex and reproduction. Will you two produce at least two minimum viable human children that can be turned over to the administration to be raised? That’s all that is asked of you, and that is what you are contracted to do -

... regardless of who will show up in the next few minutes.

The watch on your wrist monitors your heart rate and everything other than it, and it is starting to beep in concern of your rising heart rate. You suck air into your lungs and let it blow out of your nose. 

Mates are not allowed to hurt you. They are to watch for your comfort, as you are to watch for theirs, they are to stop if you’re not ready, and you are allowed to leave at any time. They are meant to fit you perfectly, and you were specific enough in your application to explain how you liked to be held and pleased.

This will be okay, you tell yourself. It will all be okay.

The door slides upwards into the apex of the dome, and you step into your new home away from home, at presumably the same time as your mate. Marching straight into the center of the room, your eyes lowered to the ground to steady yourself, you don’t notice that the man on the opposite end has not yet begun to move, and when you look up finally once you’ve reached the center, you see him for the very first time, and his cheeks are tinted with the deepest of blushes.

The young man’s lips are parted wide, his hands balled into loose fists at his side as if he didn’t know what to do with them. Immediately, you recognize him from the debriefing session just prior to the cryogenic freezing and the young man - tall, handsome, far too talkative with a voice gentler than expected for a man of his stature but in keeping with his softened but still masculine facial features - seems to hang in the frame of the door, transfixed. Not one word comes out of his mouth. You notice the top of his head, covered in mossy green curls, just barely grazes the top of the door, remembering that the domes have much lower ceilings than the buildings back home.

“Hi,” you eke out, then quickly add, “watch your head.”

Your voice is smaller than usual as you offer him a slightly nervous, strained smile, and he looks as though a shock runs through his body as you speak to him, bumping his head anyway as he walks in despite your warning. You raise your eyebrows, and he laughs just as nervously before meeting up to you.

Standing just inches apart, he scratches his neck, and the pink beneath his freckles still hasn’t abated, but at least now he can talk.

“Sorry about that haha, I’m… I just didn’t realize you’d be so pretty.”

Your own face deeply warms at those words. He’s easy on the eyes too, and you’re thankful for it, but he doesn’t need to charm you as easily as he does. 

Shy yourself, you’re at a loss for words to reply, even thank you failing to be generated. He notices the silence, and quickly fills in the space.

“I’m Izuku. Izuku Midoriya… uh, your terraforming partner. Nice to meet you.”

His hand stretches out to shake yours, and you shake it. It’s larger, warm, and heavily calloused. You wonder what type of work he does, before the mission or now that he’s on this planet with you. With those broad shoulders and impressive biceps of his, you figure it could be something manual, but he’s always sounded quite intelligent so perhaps the muscles are more for show.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m ___.”

As if on cue, once you’ve introduced yourselves, the doors slide down behind the both of you, closing you in. There’s a loud click, and then the pod announces that it’s moving underground, and you steady yourself as gravity shifts. Your partner’s hands extend reflexively to hold you to prevent you from falling, but he’s careful not to touch you unless the motion is invited.

The pod settles onto solid ground again.

The space isn’t small, but it’s not large either, and while it’s mostly monotone, a smattering of whites and beiges and glass, many of the surfaces are soft and plush. A large, round bed with many pillows, a glass panel that doubles both as a window and a screen is across from it. When you try the window, you realize your pod hasn’t moved completely underground, and you can still see the suns’ rays in the afternoon. You’d heard that the pods are set up this way for insulation. For heat, and for… sound.

You look towards Izuku again. His back is turned from you and he’s looking around the pod as well, examining every corner and crevice, his fingers rubbing his chin as he thinks. He’s a caricature of a thoughtful person, you think, soon distracted by the way his shirt hangs over the muscles of his back. He stretches for a moment, and you see the muscles flex under the thin fabric. Something stirs in your chest, then you look away quickly, deciding to search through the closets.

These algorithms hit the nail on the head when it comes to your type, you hate to admit.

Poring through the closets and drawers reveals all manners of lingerie and loungewear, as well as a few very specific costumes that seem to be for roleplay. Your face warms as you see a set of angel wings, and a bunny leotard, then you glance at him, wondering if these are the types of things he’s into. When you see the gladiator suit hung neatly right next to it, you can feel your blood run cold. 

Yes, it’s what you’re into.

There’s a fridge in the center of the room with protein drinks, meal replacement shakes, fresh fruit, wine, chocolate and other sweets, as well as a call button for meals. Cutlery and dishes find themselves in another drawer, along with a small table spread and two chairs that appear at the click of a button in the wall. A makeshift fireplace. 

Anything to set the mood.

Pornography in abundance. Dirty comics. You and Izuku both stare in awe at the sheer collection of spank material, then look at each other, and can’t help but laugh.

They really prepared for everything.

By the time you’ve looked at everything, your stomachs are growling. You share a meal together in polite conversation, which turns into friendly banter, laughter, and then soon, back into pregnant silence as you realize the sun is setting, and you remember there not on a date, not to become friends but for a purpose. 

The ability to delay the inevitable is now being lost, and eventually you’re both acutely aware of the body that occupies the same space. Izuku looks up at you, clears the plate before him, and broaches the subject first.

“Have you ever-”

“Yes,” you lie.

“Oh.”

He looks down for a second, then looks up at you. You wonder if he’s disappointed, but soon he adds, “I’m sorry if I can’t meet up to expectations but I’m willing to learn how to make you feel good.”

Your stomach twists for a moment, but you offer a smile. He looks sincere, no waver in those bright, green eyes, and it warms you. The two of you clear away the dishes soon, and Izuku tells you he’ll be careful with your body, once clothing has been stripped away, and the two of you are bare and facing each other.

You don’t know what that will entail before he touches you, but the inevitable attraction you have towards him, the magnetic draw that he has to your body, informs you soon. Your lips meet, you on your tip-toes, and his arms reaching carefully around his waist. The first kiss is reticent, soft and anxious, the second is hungry, the third is greedy. His tongue tastes everything your mouth has to offer, yours fights to get its share as well. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, as your chest presses against his. Your hearts beat in time with each other. Thump, thump.

Izuku’s skin smells like spring water and freshly cut grass, and is soft and warm to the touch; his weight against yours is a comfort you’ve needed your whole life. His breath against your skin, soft kisses along your collarbone, between your breasts, over your lower belly, and finally culminating with his mouth laying over your clit makes your body buzz. He whispers something about reading that you cumming first will make you accept him better, but the way he eats you out hungrily makes you think that it’s less tactical and more for the pleasure of it. He’s good with his fingers, too, thick and deep in your crevices, gentle but purposeful. 

The act of copulation can be such a solemn, resolute affair, but for you two it’s a new dance, where your bodies open up to each other in concert. Your bodies press and join together, your mouths each swallowing the other’s gasps as he enters you, as you take all of him in. You feel like heaven, he feels like paradise; the ebb and flow between you is perfect, unending. The sun sets without your notice because all you can see is each other.

Unconquered territory is discovered inch by inch, from inside out. Izuku makes your toes curl, your heart skip several beats as you cry out his name, even if you’ve just learned it moments ago. It’s a job, but the pleasure seems almost sinfully indulgent.

And you’re both extremely hard workers by nature. 

Breathless by the time he’s filled you to the brim, you have to remind each other that you don’t have to be pregnant at this very moment. He pulls out of you reluctantly, and your body tries to hold onto him, but all good things must come to an end, even if temporarily.

“Are you okay?” he whispers over your knees. 

You’re better than okay, full of affection and hope, flooded in hormones. You nod, Izuku offers a kiss to both your kneecaps as he applies just enough pressure with a forearm to keep your folded position. Parts of his semen slips out of you and he asks you if he can, and when you nod, cheeks warm and breathing steady, pushes the slippery substance back into your body with two fingers. 

A timer goes off and he sighs, laying down beside you.

“Testing is at the end of the week,” he muses. He’s staring at the ceiling. You want to reach over to him, but it feels too intimate for a first meeting, even if he’s been in your guts, even if he’s planting himself forever into you.

“Yeah.”

“I think we can do it,” he adds. Your worn out body warms, wanting more already. 

It’s just a job, you remind yourself. It’s work, not play. Duty, not love.

“Me too.”

Izuku turns to look at you, and he’s so earnest and sweet, you can practically imagine you are lovers, instead of biologically matched mates, and that rather than this transient mission, you’ll be together for the rest of your lives.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Mommy Can We Play?

Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Sugar baby!fem!reader

Summary: Wanda's come over for a business meeting with Mommy, but when it comes time for goodbyes you can't let go.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Mommy kink, R calls A Mommy, A calls R Princess, strap use, praise kink, oral (R give A a blowjob, straps are referred to as cocks, Polyamory, Wanda uses various Russian pet names

Word count: 1.7K

A/N: This just festered in my brain for no particular reason and then when I started writing didn't want to come out, but I did it so here you go everyone enjoy more of these two plus Wanda

The warm early summer breeze blew through the windows of Agatha's home. She requested if you weren't going to go outside at least keep the windows open so you could get some fresh air. So you did as asked and opened all of the living room windows and the back sliding glass door was opened all the way for a nice cross breeze to come through.

The calming sounds of animal crossing played through your switch lite as you lay tummy down on the expense and rather wide sectional Agatha had chosen for the living room. A pillow helped prop you up and various snacks adorned the square wooden coffee table along with three different half drunken drinks. Agatha always wanted you to have water especially as the summer months rolled around, but you insisted on also having some sort of juice for taste and an energy drink for caffeine. Agatha wasn't a fan of it, but you had promised to limit the intake to one and drink it slowly through the day with the others.

Agatha had been working from home a business meeting with Wanda which meant you were to be quiet and not bother her hence the switch, snacks, and drinks all in reach. Your mind completely focused on your game as you terraformed your island; your tongue poking out ever so slightly. You're so focused on your game you don't hear the two older women come down from the office or that Wanda is right in front of you until she's bending down. Her finger hooking under your chin,

“Milaya, is your game that enthralling you can't even get up to say goodbye?” Wanda's husky voice hits your ears and suddenly it feels ice cold in here. The rings on her fingers helped none with the cold feeling washing over you. Your voice sputters to form a sentence.

“Your baby really is so cute, Aggie. I love making her like this. You should reconsider letting me play with her.” Wanda cooed. Your body finally caught up, your switch flying from your hand, crashing back to the couch as you flung your body backwards to the corner of the sectional. Your body shook and breathing felt hard.

“Princess you're okay. Sorry Wands when she's engrossed in something if you get too close it scares her.” Wanda didn't acknowledge Agatha other than slowly approaching you,

“I'm sorry Detka. I didn't mean to scare you.” Wanda sat down near you, giving you enough space, holding out her hand as if you were a scared pup.

When your breathing evened you leaned over, setting your chin in her palm just as you would for Agatha. You eyes looking up at Wanda's sea green eyes, the more you looked the more it reminded you more of sea glass reflecting back at you. If Agatha's eyes were the ocean forever drowning you in love, Wanda's eyes were those small moments of joy you'd get when you'd find a really nice piece of sea glass.

You liked when Wanda would come by, Agatha had her over for work meetings, thought sessions, and dinners. You had heard stories that back when Wanda had first joined the company the two actually hated each other. You couldn't see that now with how close the two women were. Wanda was over here at least once a week if not more depending on that week's deadlines.

Being with Agatha for close to a year Wanda's presence had become just as comforting as Agatha's. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't thought about those ringed fingers deep inside your mouth or your sopping wet cunt. That accented voice giving commands from above as those green eyes looked more like black holes ready to swallow you whole.

Your help tilted slightly in Wanda's touch as the heat of your cheek warmed both her digits and rings up. One of your hands coming up to play with her rings. Wanda knew of your love of rings just as much as she loved them. She had given you a ring after coming back from a business trip. She had also gotten something for Agatha, but a ring felt intimate. You couldn't explain why and after she gave it to you it back one you wore almost daily. That was something Wanda had taken notice of and since then had made more and more advances towards you, but today it seemed all three of you were feeling bold.

You opened your mouth and let your lips wrap around her thumb, slowly taking it into your mouth as you watched the lust take over her features. Her other hand found its way to your thigh, rubbing and squeezing gently. You hadn't noticed Agatha until she was sitting just behind Wanda.

“I think she's ready, dear.” You heard Agatha's voice call out and your eyes moved to hers. A look you'd seen many times before.

“Peash Mama.” You managed to speak around Wanda's thumb who slowly let it slip back out.

“Please what princess? What is it you're asking?” Agatha did a little head tilt, feigning innocence as she did when she wanted you to use your words though they tend to slip away when you want something like this.

“Please Mommy want to be taken by both of you.” Your eyes pleaded with Agatha who you knew couldn’t resist that look; she never could.

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Drool ran down your chin to your neck and down the valley of your breasts before dripping off your nipple. A shiver was sent down your spine that was currently arched. Your mouth held open by Agatha’s strap, your favorite one hitting the back of your throat. Every thrust that Wanda was giving with her own strap made Agatha’s move back and forth. Gags and choked moans coming out of you which only produced more drool. Your mind was a hazy mess and you felt like you were swimming even more than usual which made sense with the added factor of Wanda.

“Oh Detka taking my cock so well, can’t wait to see you cum all over it.” Wanda’s breathy voice made it’s way to your ears. All you wanted to do was look back at the Sokovian, but with Agatha trapping you it wouldn’t be a thing anytime soon.

When Agatha finally did slip out of your mouth you took the opportunity to push yourself up into Wanda as your head hit the mattress. Your face turning so your could look at her with hair slicked back from sweat, hips hitting into you at a brutal pace. Her nails dug into your hips and the grip she had was sure to leave bruises, but none of it mattered to you.

Right now her being buried so deep inside felt amazing. The strap Wanda packed with felt just as good as the one you called your favorite. It filled you up in all the right spots. The loud moans and screams being freed from your mouth, her name spilling past your lips only pushed her further to the edge as you looked back up to Agatha who was watching the two of you. She was watching your pleasure, your pain and enjoyed every moment of it.

“Go on Princess. I know that look. Cum for Wanda.” Your head looked back to Wanda, normally Agatha’s permission was all you needed, but you had to ask,

“Can I Wanda? Can I please cum on your cock?” You asked. Her head snapping up, eyes meeting and you could see she was about to fall with you. The quick rise and fall of her chest, her eager thrusts, the grip tightening on your hips.

“Cum with me Milaya.” That was it the push over the edge that you needed. The coil finally snapping as you were sent over the edge with her deep thrusts. How did she manage to get deeper? You could feel yourself tighten around her. Effectively making her rut against you as she fell moments after you, moaning out in Sokovian, strings of expletive's you assumed as your head drowned in pleasure.

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“You did so good for me.” Wanda’s voice was softer than you’d ever heard before. You were cocooned against her, unwilling to let go. Agatha had gone of to get your aftercare items. Wanda’s fingers now without all her rings ran through your hair softly. Continued whispered praises until Agatha came back, breaking the bond of the two of you.

“Here princess drink.” Your tumblr you’d filled this morning with ice water was handed to you which you cradled against you. A few big sips and you were trying to hand it back off, but Wanda gently tapped your cheek.

“Few more Milaya.” She insisted, so you did until another gentle tap came. You looked up to see the red head with a smile on her face. “All done.” Her tone almost sounded as if she were talking to a child. Agatha took the bottle from you, setting it on the side table. You settled back in against Wanda as the two older women talked. The Sokovian’s fingers softly scratching at your scalp while Agatha’s fingers were drawing patterns in your back.

“It seems she likes you.” Agatha had a smile on her face, your eyes were closed, but you knew how her voice sounded when she was smiling. “You should join us more often.” The suggestion came and your ears perked up. You eyes fluttered open, looking up at Wanda who was looking down at you.

“Would you like that malyshka?” She asked you, your teeth finding their way to biting your bottom lip with a smile threatening to break your face as you nodded. Wanda smiled, pulling your bottom lip from the hold your teeth had on it. “Words krasivaya devushka.” Her thumb brushed your lips, they were calling your name once more taking it into your mouth, through your lashes you looked up at Wanda.

“Yesh peash.” You mumbled around her thumb. It was enough for the two older women who simply nodded at each other. It didn’t elude you when the two women shifted ever so slightly so their hands were touching. A smile on your face as your eyes closed and sleep soon took over with thoughts of a next time playing through your mind.

[deadlysoupy]

tfe bee before realizing he had a crush just kinda. instinctively wing fluttering and hanging around starscream the few times they see each other. it's so funny bc bee isn't even conscious of it and starscream is staring at bee's wings just barely flickering back and forth and is having an intense mental argument with himself over whether bee is flirting or not

little does starscream know that, a little while in and before he realizes he has a crush, his own wings are doing the same thing

this one was sooooo nice to write <3 thank you for the request!!!

for clarification i placed this somewhere loosely after s2/s3 (after star gets out of prison) and fits into my starbee fic... somewhere. after a while. anyway don't worry about continuity :) all is well in the world :)

(Read here on AO3)

Scrap, these are way heavier than I thought they would be, a thought quickly passes in Bumblebee's processor before he's fighting his own frame for balance — his pedes stumble a few steps as he scoops up a stack of about three dozen storage-free datapads. They just got a new shipment, and Bumblebee needs to deliver these to the library before anyone searches for them.

When Bee makes his way through the corridors of their HQ, — repurposed from G.H.O.S.T., because why would they keep it around gathering dust? — he only catches a glimpse of Starscream before the mech turns to him from the lab. Upon seeing him, the flier's lip plates curve in delight.

"Bumblebee," he sings, his own servos full of datapads and hastily written notes. Wheeljack is muttering something in the lab still, but now Bumblebee's full attention is on Starscream. He seems much happier these days, but who even knows why. Though Bumblebee doubts he's pretending.

"Hi," he smiles, too, because frag if Star's grin isn't contagious. "Going somewhere?"

"I might be," Starscream's optics sparkle under this light, "Might even accompany you, as it were."

Bee readjusts his grip on the datapads slipping from his grasp. "Read me like a book, huh?"

And there it is — the subtle twitching of Starscream's wings when Bee makes a stupid joke, ones Star sometimes calls "right out of Prime's mouth", and, yeah, Bumblebee can't really argue with that. The movement of Star's wings, particularly their tips, is very hard to notice unless one's actively looking for it.

Luckily, Bumblebee is good at noticing hidden details. Comes with the job.

If he's more prone to paying attention to Starscream, more than some other mechs, he doesn't mule it over. Starscream is just one of those bots who's nice to look at. For no reason. 

Despite the Seeker's groan and wing fluttering, the smile on his faceplate doesn't leave for a second. "The energon isn't far from the mine after all."

Bumblebee has to do processor gymnastics to catch Starscream's mannerisms. "You mean "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree"?"

Starscream shrugs. "Ours is better. What's an "apple", anyway?"

"It's— you've never seen an apple before?"

"I just… haven't been outside for very long! You know I've been busy!"

"Trying to terraform Earth into Cybertron, yeah, I know, I've been there. I should take you outside more."

"…perhaps you should."

~~

In the end, he and Bumblebee stay at the library for longer than they anticipated.

After Bumblebee drops off the new datapads, he joins Starscream at the table where he laid out all his recent research on space travel. He and Wheeljack have been trying to figure out how to restore the Cyberbridge to its original state, their now two heads working better than one.

The Autobots are clearly understaffed — at this point they should probably take in the brainy green one from the Terrans, as an intern. Starscream has the feeling they'd be rather excited about the idea.

"So, how's the tech work coming along?" Bumblebee leans on the table with a servo cupping his cheek. Starscream can't deny: it's rather cute.

"Not fast enough, if you ask me," he says with full honesty. It's pointless to keep secrets from a bot like Bumblebee: he's either going to fish them out himself, or the others share willingly. He just has that superpower.

Bee taps a digit on his cheek and hums. "I guess you can't rush these things. We all want to go back to Cybertron as soon as possible, but science takes time," the Autobot gives Starscream a dazzling grin, and Starscream's spark pumps energon two times faster. "Just gotta be patient. You can do it, Star, I know you can."

Words of affirmation don't sit right with Starscream. It has taken him years to beat into his system, — sometimes literally, — that the one making a positive comment is being pretentious or trying to snake their way into his space for benefits, to use him.

It took Bumblebee just a few weeks to make Starscream utterly blush at kindness and compliments. These days, the reaction is immediate.

So Starscream covers his hot faceplate with a servo to save at least some of his dignity. "Y-yes, of course, Wheeljack is an excellent lab partner, even if he's… eccentric at times."

"Oh, I'm sure he is," Bumblebee smirks as if he didn't just attempt to blow up Starscream's entire processor. "I, for one, am glad you're keeping him occupied. The walking "crazy scientist" cliche got me out of many tight spots, but some of those tight spots have been caused by him, so," the Autobot shrugs, and turns his attention to Starscream again. "What are you working on right now?"

Seeing as Bumblebee was the one to wonder it first, Starscream goes all out on explanations and technical details, for a brief moment forgetting Bumblebee's oblivion to it.

But it gives Starscream an opportunity to see Bee's latest change. Starscream isn't sure if he's the one causing it, but Bumblebee's wings move more frequently when he and Starscream are talking. The grounder has a soft expression on his face, optics half-shut, a smile that could almost be described as "loopy", his wings tilted to the ground. On the occasional new sentence, they flutter ever so, like the ears of a turbofox.

Neither of them draw attention to it, and Starscream tries to be extra careful not to glance at them when he sees movement behind Bee's back.

It could just be their little secret. One Starscream might not share with Bumblebee, if he's lucky. And lucky he could be.

[imitationgame77]

Mensah's family (from books 1, 4, 5, 6)

It takes slow deciphering to work out Mensah's family.

Ratthi came over to see if I was all right, and I asked him to tell me about Preservation and how Mensah lived there. He said when she wasn’t doing admin work, she lived on a farm outside the capital city, with two marital partners, plus her sister and brother and their three marital partners, and a bunch of relatives and kids who Ratthi had lost count of.

[All Systems Red]

That was the first mention of her family. It went right over my head - except, wow, she's married, wow, two marrital partners, and BIG family!! So. There Mensah, brother, sister, mensah's 2 marital partners, siblings' 3 marital partners - EIGHT adults! (+ relatives)

Then I picked up Mensah arriving in the outer foyer with two humans and a small juvenile human, who looked like a miniature version of Mensah. I stood up and waited.

Faint steps on audio told me the small human had followed me out. She stepped up to the railing, frowning curiously at me. She said, “Hello.” “Hello,” I said. “I’m your mother’s pet security consultant.”

[Exit Strategy]

OK, so Mensah and spouses have at least one little daughter.

(Thiago is a marital partner of Dr. Mensah’s brother, which is why I gave a crap about his opinion.)

[Network Effect]

Thiago is one of the three marital partners of Mensah's siblings, and married to the brother. So, Mensah's sister could still have one or two marital partners.

In the pavilion, I located Mensah near the edge of the crowd talking to Thiago and Farai, who was one of her marital partners.

[Network Effect]

Now we know one of Mensah's marital partners is called Farai, and the subsequent paragraph refers to her as "she".

(That didn’t apply to the seven kids. I was illicitly tradingdownloads via the feed with three of them.)

[Network Effect]

Now we know there are seven kids in Mensah's family. It is possible that all of them are Mensah's, but it seems more likely that some of them belong to Mensah's siblings.

It was just me-the-SecUnit they didn’t like. (That didn’t apply to the seven kids. I was illicitly trading downloads via the feed with three of them.)

[Network Effect]

At least three of the seven kids are old enough to be downloading media.

The fifth incursion was the one that got me in trouble with Amena, Mensah’s oldest offspring.

(...)

You might think the obvious thing to do was to notify Mensah or Farai or Tano, the third marital partner. I didn’t.

[Network Effect]

Amena is Mensah's oldest, and a teenage girl. She did not seem to know much about MB, so the ones swapping media did not include her. Oh, and Mensah's other marital partner is called Tano.

I said, “You need to sleep.” She (Amena) yawned. “Okay, third mom.”

[Network Effect]

Mensah is the second mon. Farai is a she, so probably she is a mom, too. If Amena is calling MB a third mom, Tano is not a mom. Could be dad, could be something else.

And Mensah had called her marital partners Farai and Tano on the planet, and said she thought the future of humanity was pretty dismal, and they should take all the kids, siblings, their kids, and assorted relatives and move to a shack in the terraforming sector on the unsettled continent and start working in soil reclamation, whatever that was.

[Fugitive Telemetry]

This takes place prior to Network Effect, chronologically speaking. Anyway, there could be more of them... assorted reratives??

CONCLUSION: Working out Mensah's family is like complicated detective work. Harder than trying to remember all the characters in Agatha Christie's mysteries with large cast!