#avian engine

[silvaerial]

some sketchbook drawings of Arden

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

i think neo metal sonic should get metal overlord's wings and tail. as a treat.

[scientificinquirer-blog]

DAILY DOSE: US, UK Reject Paris AI Summit Declaration on Sustainability; Scientists Monitor Asteroid 2024 YR4 for Potential Impact.

US, UK Reject Paris AI Summit Declaration on Sustainability The US and the UK chose not to sign the Paris AI summit’s declaration on “inclusive and sustainable” artificial intelligence, joining countries like China, India, and Canada in endorsing the document. Both nations did not immediately provide reasons, but the UK emphasized that it would only support initiatives in line with its national…

[eyeballtank]

More character art for Nortubel's Massag-Coav chapter.

The blue cat is Holmes, whose design I struggled with and part of me leaned to looking a bit too much like Katy Kat.

Fernaanda and Feelix are the green canine ones, both with weird eye conditions.

The monkey scientist is named Barney and he definitely has a backstory of being used in an experiment as a baby.

Barney has a fish weird creature called Horatio.

Karla, Touni and Karoline are a sport themed dragon family where Karla plays basketball, Touni is a baseball coach and Karoline is just some girl that does skateboarding.

And Joolietta is a bird lady school teacher.

I did this art before doing more important level assets/design just so I could have an idea of the characters before they show up in cutscenes and all.

Same happened with Krimb-Stone but Hirdrih had less characters with more simple designs (Though I thought about adding secret levels based on certain worlds, so I could add art for those too maybe).

As for trivia:

McSherry originally had red short hair.

The Henson's (Sports dragons) could've had hair.

Henson's would all be red and have yellow eyes but I went with Touni having unique colors and Karoline being a mix of colors from her parents.

[mangooes]

Your Cat is Heavy Ma'am!

(Name) was exhausted. Her heels had been kicked off halfway through the hallway, her jacket slung somewhere across the kitchen island, and her only plan for the evening was to faceplant into bed. But the moment she stepped into their shared bedroom—

“OH MY GOD!”

A wild caracal was lounging on the middle of their bed. Elegant, huge, with tufted ears and slitted golden eyes locked directly on her like she owed it a snack. Or her soul.

And before she could bolt or scream again—it lunged.

"AUGH—!"

She hit the carpet with a dramatic thump, limbs flailing in pure chaos, only to find the caracal landing squarely on her, tail swishing and purring like a damn engine. It rubbed its head along her cheek, licked her chin, and stretched languidly on top of her, completely knocking the breath out of her.

From the corner, Mephisto cawed in what could only be described as robotic bird laughter.

“Mephisto! Not helping!” She shrieked, swatting at the air as the smug avian continued flapping with mockery. “You’re supposed to protect me, not broadcast this like a soap opera!”

The caracal, unbothered, licked her nose.

She groaned dramatically, hands flopping to her sides. “Okay. Fine. I guess I have a cat now. A huge, kissing, clingy cat. Sylus is gonna freak when he finds fur in the sheets...”

At the sound of Sylus's name, the caracal tensed. Fur rose. Ears flattened.

She blinked. “...Huh. That’s weird. What, don’t like him?”

But the tension passed quickly, and she just shrugged. “Whatever, big guy. You’re sweet. And super heavy. Like—what do they feed you, bricks?”

Still, she scooped him up with effort, staggering toward the hallway like a warrior bearing the weight of an 18-pound demon kitten. “We’re gonna cuddle. And then I’m gonna show you off to Sysy—he’ll get all jealous, it’ll be funny.”

She’d barely made it past the front hallway when the front door slammed open.

Luke and Kieran burst in, panting like they’d just outrun a dragon stampede, Kieran holding a glowing vial like it was the Holy Grail.

“MISSUS!!” they both shouted in unison.

She stared at them, caracal still slung in her arms. “...Why are you both sweating like marathon runners? And what—”

She pointed to the vial. “What is that? Where’s Sylus?! Did he—”

The cat sniffed the vial, and then—

LICK.

And then… P O O F.

She suddenly found herself pinned under something a lot heavier than a caracal.

A man. A bare-chested, the smell of his signature colgone, very familiar, very muscled man.

“…SYLUS?!” she shrieked.

Sylus, now very much human again, groaned in bliss, nuzzling into her neck like a sleepy cat, voice rich and husky. “Mmm… I like this better. Your skin’s much softer than the sheets.”

She was frozen for all of two seconds. Then she exploded.

“WHA—YOU—YOU WERE THE CAT?! YOU WERE LICKING MY FACE—GET OFF ME, YOU NAKED MENACE!”

Sylus smirked, not moving an inch. “I told you I missed you.”

“YOU TERRORIZED ME! YOU JUMPED ON ME! YOU PURRED LIKE A DAMN ENGINE!”

“You called me sweet,” he murmured smugly, kissing the edge of her jaw. “You said you wanted to cuddle—who am I to deny you that?”

She turned cherry red, smacking his shoulder. “Get off me, put some clothes on!”

Luke and Kieran, watching the chaos unfold from the doorway, turned away with synchronized salutes, dying of laughter.

“Respectfully lookin’ away, boss!”

“Don’t forget to tell us if you wanna go full tiger next time, we’ll prep the litter box!”

(Name) howled, trying to squirm out from under him. “SYLUS! THEY SAW EVERYTHING!”

He grinned devilishly, arms tightening around her waist. “Good. Let them see who I belong to... Master.”

“You’re unbelievable, wait what MASTER—”

“And adorable,” he purred, nipping her earlobe. “And all yours.”

She groaned dramatically, ruffling his hair messy. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, finally scooping her up bridal style, completely ignoring her flailing. “Lucky you didn’t adopt another cat. That would've gotten messy.”

“You were jealous of yourself,” She pointed out flatly, arms crossing as he carried her to the bedroom.

“I was jealous of a version of me that got more cuddles than this one, yes.”

She sighed again. “You’re impossible.”

He chuckled, nuzzling into her hair. “After all, a cat can't stray away from it's master for too long no?”

This was inspired by the cat event last year, PLEASE BRING IT BACK I LOVE CAT SYLUS AKSJDNASKJDNAKA I NEED THE CLOTHES RAGHHHHHHH also could you tell that i rlly love cats, anyways sylus is a caracal cat its canon guys i love him

[apollo9235]

My OCs for @jayrockin's Runaway To The Stars! Drawn by the fantastic @translunaryanimus, Who has just posted a short comic with them as well as two of his own OCs!

In alphabetical order we have:

Aalok (she/her, they/it) - The ship's AI, here we see her in her preferred RC unit, that little toy robot on Maristel's shoulder. They acquired a functionally infinite supply of this toy when an entire container full of the product was recalled and left in the distro center. For reference they are 10cm (~4 inches) tall. When not in an RC unit Aalok represents itself as a monogram of its name. Since they have so many spares, it's not unheard of for Aalok to intentionally destroy or loose one of the units in service of a joke.

Maristel (They/Them) - 'Captain' of The Screwloose. (Info here) They take over piloting whenever Aalok lets them, but primarily they deal in negotiations with clients. While no where near as good as someone who specifically studies the languages of other sophonts, they can speak (or sign) all the common languages well enough to ingratiate themself and their crew to clients. Their pronunciation is great, but word choice and sentence construction is often lacking. Maristel is a unique GMH and also a biomodder, they take the attitude that: "If I'm already gonna be a weird croc-taur, might as well have fun with it and do what I want!"

Tuuvarii (she/they) Tuuvarii is the engineer for The Screwloose, They have a hormone imbalance that makes it so they're permanently 'in spring' much to the horror of other Avians, but it doesn't really get in the way often. Maybe because of this, maybe not, Tuuvarii is also a Carnalist, and almost always paints carnalist colors over her bright markings. Both her parents are Diver Avians but somewhere up the family tree there's a skimmer so she ended up with a more prominent crest and larger ears than most other Divers. Ears which they've done some modification to, circle cutouts and grafting skin from the webbing on their hands. Probably gonna post detailed timelines for these goobers once they're finalized and also a short story about the group meeting Hearts that I'm currently writing with @translunaryanimus. But until then I'll say this, the dynamic between these three is: Maristel & Tuuvarii- Besties Aalok & Maristel - Worsties Aalok & Tuuvarii - "Hello fellow shitster"

[mindblowingscience]

As highly pathogenic H5N1 avian influenza continues to spread in the U.S., posing serious threats to dairy and poultry farms, both farmers and public health experts need better ways to monitor for infections, in real time, to mitigate and respond to outbreaks. Now, thanks to research from Washington University in St. Louis published in a special issue of ACS Sensors on "breath sensing," virus trackers have a way to monitor aerosol particles of H5N1. To create their bird flu sensor, researchers in the lab of Rajan Chakrabarty, a professor of energy, environmental and chemical engineering at WashU's McKelvey School of Engineering, worked with electrochemical capacitive biosensors to improve the speed and sensitivity of virus and bacteria detection.

Continue Reading.

[wonderinqrache]

More stuff for Reincarnated Villain AU. Specifically about the suitors. This post will be updated whenever I think of more stuff.

All of Scott's suitors love hearing him laugh and will go to varying lengths just to hear it.

Skizz is an avian from Mythland. Most well known for somehow befriending the Prince of the End before the Dimension Peace Treaties were completed. He knows basically everything about what happened between Scott, Jimmy, and Tango because he managed to get Scott to open up to him. He likes Scott's hugs and will ask for them often, but in private because he knows Scott has a rep to uphold. He is friends with everyone, but Impulse is his best friend.

Impulse is the Prince of the End. He knows basically everything about what happened between Scott, Jimmy, and Tango because he's kind of a gossip and somehow no one notices the dragon hybrid listening in. His only thought upon seeing Scott for the first time was "elf pretty". He likes Scott's hugs and won't directly ask for them. He and Skizz are best friends.

Etho is a fox hybrid and the son of a court advisor from Rivendell. He and Scott have known each other since they were children. This is a very big advantage that he has over the other suitors. And they both like plants. He dated Bdubs for a bit.

Grian is a parrot avian from... somewhere. No one except the Watchers actually know where. He hides all his emotions under his extremely profound gremlin energy, so no one (not even him) knows that he's got a crush on Scott. Scott is the only person capable of dragging him to the Student Council office to do his job as president. He is Mumbo's best friend and has some sort of relationship with Scar.

Mumbo is a shapeshifter and the youngest engineer in the Grimlands. Scott tends to compliment people a lot, so Mumbo can get flustered just by being near Scott. Their first interaction was at the school's Halloween party, where they both dress up as vampires and Scott compliments Mumbo. He is Grian's best friend.

[egg-on-a-legg]

i'm a huge fan of @jayrockin's runaway to the stars universe, and i figured it was about time to make my own ocs!!

these two are roommates at a jovian university. the centaur is aul-waral (he/they), a homeplanet centaur who took a keen interest in human literature, and is currently majoring in jovian lit. the avian is ipsauwitt (she/he), a polar avian raised offplanet by his brightparent and dunparent, who chooses to reject a lot of avian cultural norms. she's majoring in structural engineering.

the best term i can think of to describe these two is life partners? sometimes their relationship is romantic, sometimes it isnt, but theyre sticking together through it all.

[silvaerial]

some Arden sketches from last year :D

[avocadish0w0]

Tailored Crowns AU character sheets (Designs not included, only base info)

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Main characters:

Grian Bachelor: 23 years old, 1,75m tall, famous tailor of the Hermitpire village, younger brother of Pearl Bachelor, Scarlet Macaw avian hybrid, owns a small studio/shop in the shopping district to make his creations. Hobbies consist of reading, baking with his sister and embroidery. Best friends with Mumbo Jumbo, the village's engineer and inventor.

-Chews on his pencils while making new designs, sticks the tip of his tongue off when sewing or taking measurements.

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Pearl Bachelor: 25 years old, baker, 1, 70m tall, secretly dating the palace's Spellcaster, owns a bakery in the shopping district, right next to her brother's studio, older sister of Grian Bachelor, moth hybrid, protective of her little brother. Likes to bake with her brother, gardening and mapping the stars.

-Stares unblinkingly at the lampshade in her room at night because moth, makes bread when angry just to punch something.

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Scar Goodtimes: 23 years old, king of Hermitpire, younger brother of CubFan Goodtimes, elf hybrid, 1,90m tall. Likes to paint landscapes, walk through the greenhouse garden and to visit the village every so often. Best friends with his royal counselor Bdubs and with the royal Spellcaster Gem.

-Braids small strands of his hair when nervous.

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Side characters (Main ones):

CubFan Goodtimes: 30 years old, general of the royal guard, Scar's older brother.

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Bdubs: 26 years old, royal counselor, Scar's best friend.

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Gemini Tay: 24 years old, royal Spellcaster, secretly dating Pearl Bachelor, calls herself a witch and can indeed ride a broom.

[itsme-imtherealone]

Gravity Falls Wingfic!

A young southern scientist finds a job at a morally questionable laboratory. He's assigned to work on an important subject- Project Avian Recombinant 606B.

The workers call him "Six" for short.

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The first chapter of A Chemical Reaction is finally up! Read it at the link, or below if you'd rather! Cringe is dead and I'm returning to my obsession with lab rat plotlines.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65112232/chapters/167455168

Admiral Biogenetic Engineering Laboratory [A.B.E.L]

8466 Palmer Road

Admiral, Indiana

He checked the sticky note, then the building, then the sticky note again. It was the right address, sure, but that did nothing to soothe the sense of wrongness deep in Fiddleford’s chest. He hadn’t applied for this job expecting something state-of-the-art, but certainly hadn’t expected this. The laboratory was windowless and small, its crusty brick walls in desperate need of a power wash. The front sidewalk was half-heartedly shoveled, snow flug onto the dead bushes that lined it. A light bulb flickered above the metal door, and the sign above it was faded. The whole thing screamed fishy… but for $18.95 an hour? Hell, he’d take it. 

Fiddleford pulled his jacket tight, locked his car, and hurried inside, 

It wasn’t much better past the welcome mat. Basic beige walls and fluorescent lights promised a boring nine-to-five, but the smell said otherwise. It was sharp and distinct, and he recognized it from his biology classes. Formaldehyde. Behind a wooden counter, a soft voice perked up. 

“Fiddleford McGucket, correct?” The woman smiled softly at him, thumbing through some papers. He brushed snow from his hair and cleared his throat. 

“Sure is. I’m here for the assistant researcher position. Got accepted in the mail a while back.”

The woman's smile grew, and she wrote something down quickly. “I like your accent,” she said, poorly mimicking his southern drawl, “You’re from Alabama, right?”

“Tennessee.”

“Tennessee,” she repeated, jotting down another note. She pressed a few buttons, said something into a radio, and looked back up at him. “So, what brought you to ABEL?” It took Fiddleford a moment to remember the acronym.

“I just got outta school, and I wanted a job away from home. Thought this one might suit me.” That was partially true. There were better options out there, but this one was the furthest from Tennessee. Plus, he could survive alone on the pay. Biology wasn’t his major, but he knew enough to make it through. It’d all work itself out, Fiddleford was sure of it. 

The woman nodded as a nearby door swung open. A man stepped out, dressed like a proper scientist. He stood tall, shoulders squared, his white coat spotless and smooth. He adjusted his glasses and held a firm hand out. His handshake felt calculated, practiced. He introduced himself- Dr. Julien Albright, head scientist at ABEL. 

His tour was quick and simple. There was shockingly little to see- a few specimens here, some petri dishes there. The whole place felt more like a showroom than a lab, with empty desks and tools collecting dust. Finally, Dr. Albright pulled him into the last room, motioning for him to sit at a table. Fiddleford’s eyes came to rest on the out-of-place steel door and keypad on the opposite wall. The doctor pulled a thick folder from a filing cabinet, setting it down in front of him

“Well, Mr. McGucket, I’ll have you rest your feet for a bit and sign some papers for me. The upper floor is for rudimentary tasks. The real tour begins downstairs.” That made significantly more sense. Fiddleford nodded, then flipped open the folder. 

He started at the top. Basic work forms- insurance, exemptions… nothing special. After the first few packets– and a bitter cup of coffee he happily accepted –things got more interesting. Extensive safety and liability forms. Animal research agreements. The final form stood out the most. Deep, thick letters lined the top- NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT. 

Fiddleford wasn’t an idiot. He had a lot left to learn, but he knew enough to know when something was suspicious. All of this was suspicious, from the strange appearance to the harsh scent. He glanced up at Dr Albright, his perfectly clean coat catching his attention once more. It all felt… fake. Plastic. Polished. For a moment, he wondered if he even wanted to see what was downstairs. 

And yet. 

It was this, or go back home. Live on the farm with a family who hated him- parents who wouldn’t use his real name, townsfolk who whispered and stared. Here, in the middle-of-nowhere Indiana, he was whoever he wanted to be. He’d say his name, and people would accept it. They didn’t look at him with the knowledge of who he used to be. 

Fiddleford took a deep breath and signed on the dotted line. 

Dr. Albright offered a tight-lipped smile, tucking the files away. He typed a long passcode into the keypad, and the door let out a soft click. It opened to reveal a long, sterile-white stairway. He motioned Fiddleford down it with a swoop of his hand, starting up in a soft but confident tone.

“You’ll learn rather quickly that ABEL is a unique laboratory.” He said. “All we do shares one goal: to improve humanity. We’ve been blessed with ground-breaking technology in biogenetics. We aim to equip this technology in the hands of the brightest minds- that includes you.” Fiddleford turned back, and Dr. Albright grinned. As they reached the end of the stairway, he took the lead down a series of twisting halls. “At the end of the day, we’re working for quality of life. We have the ability to alter genetics, so why not use that to our benefit?”

Fiddleford tried to remember what he’d learned about Biogenetic Engineering. As strange as this place felt, what the doctor said was fact. The goals were just as the textbooks had stated- alter genetics to prevent diseases and invent cures. Yet, there was something in the way he said it that felt cold.

Eventually, they entered a new room. This time, it was bustling with genuine, real people. They sat at tables in various coats and uniforms. Some were alone, faces buried in books. Others passed papers between each other and mumbled complicated terms. A few looked up and smiled at him.

“Our team is on break currently, but it’s nearly over. I’ll show you to your Project Lead. He’ll take you from here.” Dr. Albright said, waving to some staff. “If you have any issues, speak with Clara at the front desk, and she’ll get a hold of me.” He gave one last handshake as they arrived at a table, a few researchers looking up at them. “We’re happy to have you on the team, Mr. McGucket.

With the doctor walking away, Fiddleford finally felt like he could breathe. Not for long, though.

“Good morning!” Within seconds, another man was standing by him. He was a few inches shorter than Fiddleford, hunched over with age. His short hair fell in greying strands across his face, revealing bright, undoubtedly intelligent eyes. He patted him hard on the shoulder, and Fiddleford held back a wince. “I’m Dr. Harbinger, but most just call me Morris. You are Fiddleford, yes?”

He nodded, then gave his nickname. “Fidds.”

Morris ranted on for a bit about employees and new recruits. Fidds smiled akwardly through it. Finally, he checked his watch and started walking with him in tow.

“They got you assigned to my Project, which is the best one.” His voice was gravelly, and he walked slowly. “The official name is “Avian Recombinant 606B. That’s too long, though.”

“Most of us just call him ‘Six’.”

[taro-pdf]

HaSO: I'm just an employee on a space ship but I've been recruited to watch my human coworker's juvenile sibling???

continuing a poor alien's adventures with humans

[ID in alt and at bottom] ===

Kell needs someone to watch their sibling for a week, and Faja is conveniently on-planet. Ae does not know how to care for a juvenile human.

All language is in universal interplanetary (UIPL) unless otherwise specified.

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There’s a buzz, and Faja looks down at aer watch. It’s Kell, the human ae has been getting to know as they both work aboard the Yenna. 

Kell: You’re on-planet this cycle, right? Faja: Yes. Kell: Great! My parents are going out on a work trip and we’re looking for someone to watch my sib. Faja: Um Kell: They know ASL, you know ASL, you’ll be fine! Faja: What about UIPL? Kell: …they know a bit but they’re mostly still learning. Best stick with ASL I'd think.

===

Somehow Faja has ended up in the human settlement that Kell was raised in. While ae’s not the only alien there, the amount of humans is astounding. Ae follows behind Kell as they lead aer to their home. It’s one of the many low, sloping huts built into the ground, leaning with the flow of the constant wind, instead of trying to fight against it. Larger buildings stand starkly against the horizon, unrelenting in their rectangular geometry, made of concrete and rebar. Kell, ever interested in engineering, explains their deep, sliding foundations, massive dampeners that allow them to remain upright even in the daily gales.

All too soon, a small human—Faja’s own hight—bursts out of a hut and dashes towards them, hands flying.

“Kell! You’re back! Who’s this?”

“Faja, this is Steffen, S-T-E-F-F-E-N. Steffen, Faja, F-A-J-A. They know ASL. Use A-E/A-E-R/A-E-R-S pronouns for writing and speaking, OK?”*

Steffen nods seriously. “OK! They sign?”

“Yes, pretty fluent.”

Faja jumps in here. “No, still learning! But nice to meet you, Steffen.”

Steffen ducks their head into Kell’s shoulder, and Kell smiles fondly.

“Ok, lets go inside.”

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Faja should never have agreed to watch after a human youngling. Ae knew human's were much more sturdy than Faja’s own species, but Faja really didn’t want to learn to what extent that sturdiness reached. Steffen, however, seemed happy to find out.

“It’s ok,” they sign from the second floor balcony railing, “I do this all the time!”

Faja isn’t so sure.

“This is what juvenile humans eat,” they sign as they pull out a fourth cream-on-a-stick from the freezer, “it’s important to regulate body temperature.”

The look on Steffen’s face is the same as Faja’s siblings when they have been sneaking animals into the house. Faja decides that be the last ice. Steffen tsks and runs outside.

“It’s fine!” they unlock the sand tricycle and hop on, “Kell would let me if they were here.”

Faja squints. There is no way Kell would let Steffen ride the dunes without a helmet and the heat of the day. Right? Humans could overheat, yes?

“Maybe next time,” ae signs back tentatively. Steffen pouts but hops down.

“Let’s go shopping, then!”

===

Faja slumps down on the seat of the transport that will take ae back to aer temporary housing, mercifully juvenile human free. Kell laughed when Faja regaled them with all Steffen had gotten up to. It wasn’t funny, though. It wreaked havoc on poor Faja’s nerves. Ae will never, never, watch a juvenile human again.

===

[ID: digital drawing of three figures on an alien planet. A human stands with a younger human on their hip, and a shorter avian alien looks up at them. Nearby are sloping yellow huts and in the background are pointy mountains and tall buildings. end ID.]

[lilacargent]

At it again, from another angle this time.

‘Old’ weapons. Or at least redundant, as a species traverses into space the new technology makes an old gun or even older sword/arrow/spear and so on useless and nearly powerless. The new weapons are ‘ray this’ and ‘beam that’ ‘plasma so and so’ .

Ofcourse this makes sense, the energy based weapons are far less wasteful and lighter, easier to carry and easier to handle. No need to sharpen weapons with a plasma blade and even then, why use close quarters weapons if you have access to stun, kill or poison rays and many more.

On top of that many civilisations prefer to forget their less then stellar past and make analog weapons obsolete. When the humans joined the council many expected them to do the same. They didn’t, production stopped yes, but interested people could still partake in lessons and the old fashioned ways were shown off in museums. Training to be part of a spaceship crew still included lessons in their old weapons as an opportunity to be prepared for going to “newer” worlds.

So with that in mind i have a few little vignettes ideas and for ease’ sake its gonna be on the same ship, the Serpentine.

Important crew:

Primoz, captain -Limoyh a four armed species-

Krag, second in command (brother of Primoz)

Kit, dokter -avian, bird like, she has feathers like a swallow-

Ortez, ASR (all species resources, human resources in space) -kiltak, insectoid species, think ants but exoskeleton-

Lugea, helmsperson (does the steering) -rock like alien-

Artex, engineer/mechanic 1 -also Kiltak-

And then our humans:

Kamari, navigator -Eritrean woman- (has cat named Sidra)

Markus, weapons expert (knows how to use them and upkeep, also shields) -Swedish man-

Petrus, mechanic/engineer 2 -Italian man-

Lilly, administrator/note keeper (learns languages for fun)-english woman-

Yes i know all of this could have also been accomplished by saying they are all from America… nope this is more fun. This is under the assumption that to get into the joint academy for space faring you need to be able to speak and write English.

Obviously there are more people on the ship but these are most important

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1. Sparring

Ortez was having a good day, the serpentine had left port and was making good progress toward their next destination on w-kl-18, referred to as deltax by it’s residents, for a routine drop off.

In port on Unity (the planet where the council resides and the universal court is) they picked up the final crew members among who a ‘team’ of humans. Pre bonded humans were supposed to be less chaos inducing and easier bonded with the rest of the crew. Ortez was rather happy the captain listened to him on this matter.

The humans had been more diverse than he expected and were currently what they called ‘settling in’. He was on his way to the rooms they had.

‘Stop it please we’ve been here less than 4 hours!’ The soft voice he recognises as Lilly’s is barely audible over the loud clanging sounds. Rounding the corner Ortez sees a terrifying scene. The two human males locked together with two sticks made of metal baring teeth at each other, with a push the olive skinned man, he remembers is called Petrus, breaks the hold and goes in low swiping at the tall mans legs making Markus fall over.

Ortez is about to intervene when without a sound the dark skinned leader of the group seemingly appears without a sound behind him and runs into the fray with a similar stick.

Whacking Petrus stick away from Markus’ throat she steps inbetween “stop it. You’re scaring our ASR. We want to make a good impression remember.” The men look right at him and both put down the sticks, Markus puts his hand up in a ‘wave’ “sorry about that, Ortez it was right? We were just sparring.’ Moving further into the room he uncurls his front two claws tapping at the metal poles “sparring with this? We usually only do body to body training, this seems rather old.” Petrus speaks up to that “ah yes those are old earth weapons, we like keeping up a bit of skill with several kinds as a side activity. Don’t worry tho, we train with blunt weapons.”

Not entirely appeased the insectoid looks to the imposing woman, who seems entirely at ease even though two people had been fighting. When she caught his eyes, she smiled that terrible toothy grin “truly don’t worry, like Petrus said they are blunt and it is a way for us to let of some steam and keep in shape. But next time we’ll do it in the training rooms… right boys?” Pinning the two men with withering stares they nodded quickly.

Ortez did not know humans released steam, but he felt right now was not the moment to go into that. Saying his goodbye he skittered to inform the captain.

This was bound to be interesting.

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2. “The Roman empire”

“So you are telling me that at any given moment you could be thinking about a several thousand years old society that no longer exists and it would surprise nobody?” Artex was perplexed, when he and Petrus were working on the reactor core Lilly had wandered through and mentioned this old civilisation sparking heated debate. She thought the greeks were far more interesting but Petrus had been unmoved by her arguments. The other man speaks while pushing some buttons “well yea, the empire made great strides and amazing structures, Lilly just prefers the mythos of the greek while i enjoy the focus on millitary prowess.” Shrugging he looks up “don’t you guys have something like that?” Artex stretches his legs, all 6 of them in a wave like motion “not really, when change happened the history books were changed to make it seem like it was always that way” the human makes eye contact “wait so how do you know how to play -old civilisation- as a kid? We play fought with wooden sticks, wooden swords and branches we cut to look like guns…” that horrofied the insectoid, raised with violence like it was a normal thing.

Almost like they never left their dark ages

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3. Whats in a name (bit off topic but the idea just kinda happened)

Te very first time the humans were introduced to their new crew there was a bit of a hiccup. When Kamari introduced herself they looked up a bit confused but went further down the row. After Lilly they came back around and referred to Kamari as moon. Now Kamari recognised the strange look, they had translators that only had basic human translation, which means that her name “Kamari” which comes from Arabic and is a word for moon/soft glow of the moon, is translated fully but not as name so when they speak to her it translates out of their language to English which would be moon. This is luckily easily fixed with an update, but it was something that stil spoke of how new the human race was to the cosmos.

Her cat Sidra made them laugh as that means Star so she was the moon with her star.

(Random thought about how multiple human languages could screw with translations)

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Soooooo kinda had a 4th story that is pretty sad but also bad ass, but this is getting too long already

Imma write that in a new post over the coming days

Hopefully people like this, if you have prompts you’d like to see with this crew feel free to ask.

[theeccentricraven]

The 7th Day of Writemas 🛷🦌

Thank you again @agirlandherquill for Writemas!💚🤍❤️ If you don't yet know the rules of this tag game/writing prompt/writing challenge, you can check them out here

For Day 7, I chose the setting prompt - The Dead of Night.

I used this prompt to revise a scene in The Blood Cleaners that takes place in the dead of night. I like showing how Justin uses his blood cleaner powers in the dark.

It was the dead of night. Justin was granted a cerulean and white coat that matched his uniform. He looked over every note and map in his pack. He planned to grab the biodiesel can from the bus stop not far from the train station. No one would see him. The waning gibbous set, leaving a pitch black night sky. It was perfect. Tonight was the night.  The only problem was he wasn’t alone. When Justin arrived at the bus stop, he saw fire pits and smoke rising in the night air, some underneath the elevated tracks, and some built on top of the tracks. Justin wondered how someone got up there before remembering that one of the abandoned stations had a stairwell. The elevated tracks were good shelter for the destitute, the people who didn’t have the skills for any job and had outlived any family who could support them. They were the transient and could call any part of Corpa their home for the night. Now Justin had to figure out how to activate the locomotive without propelling it forward to the unsuspecting night guests.  As he morphed, he picked up on the space between him and the looming tracks in front. Being a liquid gave him virtual night vision. He traveled across the terrain to the rail post right below the locomotive. Justin slithered up the post and over the tracks. He located the back of the engine. There were no cars attached to the engine, making this project a lot easier. Justin returned to human form. He switched on his flashlight and found the tank where he poured down the biodiesel fuel. It was a small amount, but it would do.  Justin heard voices in the distance. He switched the light off. He morphed. Fearing that whoever was watching would spot him in the cabin, Justin carried himself out and down to the tracks. Justin hid under the engine. Justin heard voices, but couldn’t sense the words. Their flashlights illuminated the surfaces of tracks and the locomotive. Whoever they were, Justin worried they would notice the engine’s tank was full and search harder for the intruder.  Justin contemplated how to distract them. He slipped away across the moldy wood, pretending he loved the taste. He contemplated making some noise, but he would have to time it right to escape before they caught up. He detected a tall metal post standing by the tracks. It was a lamppost. He returned to human form where he sat under the lamppost. Justin made out the silhouettes of lifeless lampposts standing still and quiet in the darkness. A lightbulb inside him switched on. Justin reached over to the lamppost. He touched the base and concentrated. Can you hear me? The warmth filled him as the response spoke to him. I hear you well. The night felt less cold as Justin warmed up. He focused on the lamp. Turn the light on.  The lamppost switched on. The light that shone for the first time in decades illuminated the tracks. Justin didn’t have a second to celebrate. He was exposed. He didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second. He morphed.  Bodies and voices ran in his direction, their footsteps vibrating across the tracks, shaking his liquid body. His liquid body raced along the side of the rail, avoiding the fast steps of the uniformed men and women. It was only as he passed the running bodies that he realized they were not transient residents of the tracks. They were law enforcement. 

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[antimony-medusa]

Hi! I know you did some reclists — can i please ask for some Antarctic Empire emduo fic recs?

hit the continent running (engines were humming) by Odaigahara

Amazing worldbuilding and format about a populated Antarctic empire on the ice, planes, and the admins wanting to stop them from taking over the world. Incredible scene where Phil gets wings. One of my all-time favourites.

Malicious Marriage Compliance by KryOnBlocks (Kryon)

Just delightful— After the san malo trials techno and phil are stranded on different planets with trade cut off between them. Food starts to be a concern. But you know who still gets to travel between planets? If you're married, you can go see your spouse.

The Longevity Clause by MissyColorful 

Some delightful emdup whump. Phil gets kidnapped and both he and techno (trying to save him) are having a BAD time.

move your feet from hot pavement by Odaigahara

"There had to be a show of faith, they’d said. The Antarctic Empire had traditions when it came to graciously accepting an enemy surrender, and one of them was the delivery of some important adversary into their hands."

— Emduo are enemies, and once surrendering Techno has to deliver himself into his enemy's custody. He doesn't expect it to go well.

Strands by OneSaltyErik

*to the Emperor Technoblade of the Antarctic Empire*we have something of yours* The printed translation ended above a poorly developed and hastily taken photo of a very pissed off, very familiar, face. *our terms of safe return are*your immediate surrender* Not more than a day later, a box containing the longest coil of braided pink hair that anyone had ever seen, was delivered anonymously to the ship where Philza was being held. Along with a single worded message, perfectly lettered in gold ink and stamped with the Imperial Seal. "NO".

Fantastic worldbuilding and I'm excited to see where this one goes!

Tiny Antarctic Empire Adventures by im_always_stressed

Emduo as kids, getting married for paperwork fraud and starting a big life together! They are small and things are hard.

One Empire, Free Of Charge- Technoblade et al. v The World, Moonglass, Snow Angel, and Emerald Star, by aenor_llelo, BattleBlaze, fluxphage, Otakuforlife19, Rocket999

Part of a larger work adapting literally all emduo lore (unfinished), but an exceptional influx of worldbuilding and characterization. I'd say that most emduo fans who were around when this was being published have read this one, so if you are coming in late, this is a touchstone a lot of people have in the back of their head. It's genuinely so good. Kind of made me understand QPRs for the first time.

oh dear, can you see me? by findingkairos

Age swap where Phil is a hardcore player in his teens and Techno is a famous general— and they get caught up on different sides of a war. Phil is having a bad time. After the war Phil is sent into Techno's custody, and he slowly learns how to be a person again. Incredible minecraft worldbuilding and fantastic prose.

leave me your starlight by findingkairos

A first meeting fic for emduo— nobody likes the general. Which Phil thinks is stupid because he's just found a new best friend.

we are gods! we are wolves! by acuteroses, Cats_Dont_Float

A retelling of the Antarctic Empire, in which two outcasted hybrids, half-piglin Technoblade and avian Philza, decide that it's time to fight back against those that have wronged them

i wanna hear it's alright by bunflower

Most of this is set during SMPEarth fantasy empire— are you ready for some WHUMP? How about Emduo having a BAD TIME?

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And I'm going to list some of mine below the cut because honestly the list of smpearth fics to choose from is not THAT long.

Who Are You Really (And Where Are You Going)? by antimony_medusa

The antarctic empire tries diplomacy! Unfortunately they seem to be being framed for a murder they kind of committed— look. It's complicated. The diplomacy isn't going well though.

Somewhere Your Fingerprints Remain Concrete by antimony_medusa

After the dragon fight Techno starts acting— different. Phil isn't having a good time.

Technoblade and Philza's Absolutely Unauthorized Long Term Space Field Trip (You Won't Believe The Laws They Broke) by antimony_medusa

Well the title really pitches the fic. What if taking over the world, but in space?

Why Diplomacy Is The Worst And We Shouldn't Even Try It Probably by antimony_medusa

Phil's past comes to call at the most inconvenient time. Techno does not know what's happening but he thinks it should stop immediately.

Things Could Be So Easy (If You Let Them) by antimony_medusa 

QPR marriage proposal.

Silhouette Figure In The Smoke by antimony_medusa 

Survival against the north, and the sun's going down.

And there you have it! Some emduo on my favourite server.