#cosmic gun ship

[chernobog13]

Man, I want a cosmic gun ship just like Annihilus has!

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2

Propaganda under the cut:

Hikaru/Kaoru:

notable for actually leaning into the incest thing because twincest was their entire schtick while working at the host club

the twincest ship that defined a generation. taking the bait seems obvious when their performance gimmick for club guests is to fawn over each other and play up the affection tenfold, but it just gets better when you learn that for most of their lives they didnt have other friends and really only had each other until joining becoming members of the host club. so on top of being willing to flirt in public for attention, they're also codependent as hell <333

They're twins. They sleep in the same bed. They pretend to be in forbidden love to bait fujoshis but are maybe also in forbidden love for real. They were in high school before they met a single person who could tell them apart. They were devastating to my middle school psyche

Rick/Morty:

INCEST ICONS!! They've somehow got a MAJORITY of their fans on one of the most popular shows on TV to root for a guy who is CLEARLY sexually abusing his grandson ~subtextually~, but also sometimes ON SCREEN, and it's hilarious and fucked up, and Morty would kill anyone who tried to take his grandpa away <3

they're codependent in so many universes, they've gotta be fucking in a few

They get married!!!!! It's right there!! I wish I had more coherent thoughts about them but just. They. It's awful. It's abusive. It's twisted and cruel. It's a comedy duo. It's the best thing either have going for them. Rick will never fully respect Morty. Morty will never fully respect Rick. I want them to run away together. They're Something

the power dynamic is crazy! Morty's deeply lonely at the start and his grandfather takes advantage of that, rick pulls the kid out of bed, out of school, whenever he wants and gets him to do whatever he wants, covers up their activities, threatens and endangers and inflicts pain upon morty with intent and cruelty. he shapes morty according to his needs, the entire show is about the space adventures of an old man and his 14 year old grandson and you just gotta wonder, isn't it fucked up that this guy's sidekick and best friend and life partner is a kid? and it is!

Since morty is traumatized on the daily rick sometimes takes his memories, he controls what morty can remember (and therefore who he gets to be), the memory gun is just sci-fi gaslighting i say. and there's transdimensional travel and at one point it's revealed that ricks from different dimensions work together to "breed" mortys, ensure they're born (clone a bunch of them too) because a morty by nature is loyal and forgiving and makes the perfect partner that's easy to manipulate, easy to use. i will forever think of the "bred for forgiveness" line as perverted horrifying incest bait<3

Also one time they were hosts for alien parasites and they fell in love and made out and in the Very First episode rick gets morty to stick giant seeds (that rick needs for an experiment or smth) up his ass to smuggle them through security. they had some kind of dragon soul bond orgasm together. my point is it's borderline incestuous abuse and it's crazy that they imply these characters are tied together cosmically.. if they are it's rick holding their red string of fate like a leash

they are together (sometimes romantically/sexually, sometimes not explicitly so) in EVERY universe there is canonically a club on the citadel called The Creepy Morty. Miami Morty has an R tattooed on his asscheek they love each other they hate each other they cant stand being together they cannot be separated Rick loves grooming Morty. like. he has literally pushed Morty into comitting genocides and conditioned him into becoming desensitized to all kinds of sexual and violent things. Rick keeps a memory vial of Morty's entitled "virginity" Rick C137 (the main one in the show) has sacrificed his life to save Morty

[dominimoonbeam]

The Adventures of Stardust and Cosmic. Script 4. Part 10 - 12

I was just working on this story and the update came out! Jouska really brings this script to life! Latest part. and the series!

Scripts below if you want to read them too. <3

The Adventures of Stardust and Cosmic. Script Part 4 (chapters 10-12)

By Domini Moonbeam

10.

[Cosmic waking up on the ship]

[disoriented] St-Stardust?

Are you okay?

[groans] How did you get me back on the ship?

Wait…How did we take off? I thought I locked you out of the controls.

Since when?

You sneaky shit… [sitting up, pained sounds]

Did you…patch me up? That’s not bad work.

No, I’m not thanking you, I’m just saying it’s not a bad patch job. Did they teach you how to close a bullet wound at the same school where you learned to hack ship controls?

…I can’t tell if you’re joking.

Whatever. [getting up] I’m still covered in paint… I’m gonna go clean up.

No, I’m not saying you should have given me a sponge bath. I’m just saying I’m going… [door whoosh, walking down the hall]

[Stardust following. Cosmic groans]

Yes, I’m still mad at you.

Yes, because of that! I can’t believe you put yourself between me and a gun. You could have died. Nothing is worth… [stops, groans] I don’t think this partnership is working.

[snaps] I said it’s not working, Stardust.

Yeah, we get along great, that’s the problem. You’re going to get me killed or I’m—[can’t say it]

Stop. I don’t… I don’t care about you. And if I did, I wouldn’t be hauling your ass toward danger, would I? What sort of asshole would that make me? What sort of person would that make me…

[deep breath] Okay. We’re only a week away from the goal. We’ll make it. We’ll get the loot, hopefully get your cousins off your tail, and then we’ll go our separate ways, just like I said. If it’s the sort of stash you think it is, it’ll be plenty for you to get your own jet and hightail it wherever you want to go.

That’s not funny. Knock it off.

No, you don’t.

No. I meant what I said, Stardust. You’re a bounty. I shouldn’t have let you think otherwise. This…you and me…that’s not a thing.

[sighs and repeats] Friends… No. I don’t want to be your friend. Look at the shit you stir up.

Yeah, I said that but you’re more trouble than you’re worth.

[huffs a laugh] Shit, that’s a hell of an ego. I guess I should have expected that from a primer. Of course, you’d think you’re worth it.

No, I don’t. The only thing I care about it my payday and my skin. I don’t need a partner or a friend or… I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.

[bursts] You’re going to leave either way! [cringing] You don’t belong out here. You’re not a mercenary or a bounty hunter. You’re just a spoiled rich kid playing at crime past the edge for thrills. You’ll get over it and go home to the prime eventually.

[sighs] That’s not the same. Your family is a completely different sort of criminal element, and you know it.

What?

You…

Stop it. You don’t mean that.

[Stardust stepping closer, voice lower] Stardust…

[sighs, so close] I wasn’t scared…

I’m not lying…

[Stardust kisses Cosmic]

[softer, conflicted] Why did you do that?

Don’t say that… Don’t. You can’t.

[another kiss]

Damn it… [Cosmic kisses Stardust, grumbles] You make bad choices, Stardust…

Yeah, this is one of those bad choices. I’m a bad choice.

[huffs a thin laugh] You’re cracked if you think that.

[kiss] You taste like paint… [smirking a little despite himself] I wasn’t complaining.

The what?

The score is not one point five to six now! You did not save me. I saved you. It’s my point. I literally pulled that merc off of you.

Are you seriously reminding me about the human shield incident already?

Yes, it’s still too soon. It’s been less than an hour!

So what if you dragged me back to the ship? You think I haven’t had to wake up and crawl back? I told you, I’ve had worse.

Fine. It’s a scratch. No points for either of us.

[longer pause, ship sounds]

[smirking] …Are you suggesting we clean up together?

I don’t think I’m in danger of passing out again. You patched the gunshot wound, remember?

I mean… Yeah, I’d hate to drown in my shower. That’d be a stupid way to go.

Stardust…Are you trying to seduce me? You know that won’t change my mind, right? You’re still on your own as soon as I get my hands on my half of that treasure.

I’ll call it treasure if I want to.

It is too.

Wait. Do you think arguing is flirting?

You are terrible at seduction…

[laughs] I could definitely do a better job!

No! That first time you stole my gun was a fluke. I wasn’t seduced, I was confused.

Absolutely not. Go use your own shower. [smiling] I can’t trust your motives.

I didn’t say it wasn’t tempting… I said I can’t trust why you’re doing it. You might just want to steal my jacket again. Or my gun. Or my ship.

[thinking] I guess that could be worth the risk…

Okay, Stardust. I’ll call your bluff. [door whoosh] Come on in. I’ll get that paint out of your hair and you can make sure I don’t faint from blood loss in the shower.

[Stardust stepping inside, the door whooshing shut, closer, quieter] Really?

[laughs] Yep. The worst at flirting…

[kiss]

[sighs] Okay. Not the worst.

11.

[hum of the ship, space sliding by outside]

[in bed, watching the stars]

Of course, my room has a window and a real bed.

Your room is a cargo hold when I’m not transporting…well, human cargo. [laughs a little] I guess it’s still a cargo hold. That’s why all the meal bars and protein shakes are in there. Did you think I put them there just for you? That room belongs to them! You’re the guest.

[stretch of quiet, space sounds]

Hm… Roll over again? I want to get another look at that map.

[laughs] Why would I be tricking you? You’re already in my bed. I’ve already seen everything…

[repositioning. Looking at the tattoo] Hm… Yeah, the map has moved a little more. It’s getting closer to the destination. I wonder what it’ll look like when we get there. It’s moving ink, so why not give us little fireworks or something when we reach the treasure?

Knock it off, you know it’s treasure.

Even if there isn’t an X and we don’t have to dig it up, it doesn’t make it not treasure. I don’t know why you refuse to call it what it is. Loot. Bounty. Booty. [laughs]

You mean, will it disappear after we find it? I don’t think so, Stardust… I’ve never known any moving ink to vanish on its own. If it bothers you, we could try to find someone to get rid of it. Once the treasure is already found, you won’t have to worry about someone trying to use it to get there.

…No, you’re right. They wouldn’t necessarily believe us that we’d already found it.

It’s not a bad tattoo. It’s beautiful work.

Stardust…[smiling] are you falling asleep?

Yeah. You can sleep here if you want. I mean…tonight. Not like, every night. Don’t try to steal my room.

[stretch of quiet]

[quieter, serious] You know this doesn’t change anything, right?

No. And we were not partners before we slept together. We’re not partners. We’re just… working together for the time being.

No, I don’t.

Nope.

I meant what I said.

Yes, I did.

I—[groans playfully] Stop it! How do you turn everything into a petty argument?

Yes, you— [stops when he realizes they’re doing it again] You’re evil.

[quiet hum of space and the ship]

[smiling] And how do you still have paint in your hair? I thought we got it all out…

Hm? Why do you want to know that?

[laughs soft] Are you trying to say that my life story is sure to be so boring that it’ll knock you out?

No. They weren’t. The only time my parents were ever on a spaceship was when they were being shipped out to the edge to colonize a new mining settlement. They used to say that I was born looking up… I think they just said that because they’d realized I’d have to go eventually. So, they told me I’d always wanted to be an adventurer and eventually I believed it.

The mines dried up sooner than the corporations expected. They stopped prioritizing the settlement. We’re far out, you know? It was close to the edge and that costs to maintain. When they finally decided it wasn’t worth it, they just stopped coming—stopped paying the mercenaries to guard the colony. Pirates and worse started to set up shop real quick after that. It’s still there, the last planetary settlement before the deep.

Hm? Oh, no, it was just me by then. I got on the first ship that would take me. Scariest ride of my life. That ship was a wreck, barely holding together, and we were packed standing inside it for hours. I can still remember the way it creaked and shook, like it was going to come apart and we’d all just be flushed out into space.

We made it to the nearest station. The captain we’d all paid, tried to double cross us by selling us to a skin ship. I was lucky that some of the others were armed and would rather go down shooting then get on that other vessel. It turned into a firefight right there in the station and we scattered. I stowed away on a big cargo ship and got out of there.

Oh, I definitely got caught, but by then we were away from the station and those cargo ships can’t waste time turning back. I guess they could have jettisoned my ass but the captain felt bad for me. I was barely more than a kid. He said he was short-handed so I could work for my food and board.

I was trying to get to the prime. [huffs a small laugh] I’m probably lucky I never made it. What would I have done there? They probably would have put my ass back on a ship running cargo out here.

…Yeah. [smiles] You’re right. If I’d gotten myself one of those legit long-haul jobs, who would have been out here to save you from those pirates?

I wouldn’t go that far.

Shut up and fall asleep already.

12. 

[space sounds]

[muffled] Stardust!

[distant alarms sounding and then an impact shudder]

[muffled] Stardust!

[Stardust running to the bridge, door whoosh, ship shudder]

[ship] L-Class yacht closing in.

Get in that seat and buckle up!

Your cousin.

I’m pretty damn sure, Stardust. Aside from the fact that no one else out here has a chrome yacht armed to the teeth, he did have the courtesy to call before he started trying to blow out our engines.

[ship control sounds, impact shudder]

I said buckle up!

We’ll go through that debris, fly close to the asteroids and see if we can lose them… That yacht is huge, maybe we’ll get lucky and they won’t want to take the hits going through. Not sure we can hope they’ll break apart but who knows, maybe we have some luck left…

[ship control sounds]

Here. You have access to the guns. Shoot them if they get in range.

I know it won’t do much against their shields but it’s not like we’re just going to give up.

Really, Stardust? You want a breakdown of the conversation, right now?

[groans] He said I could hand you over and walk, or we’d both get a bullet. Now fucking shoot something!

[ship sounds, muffled gunfire]

Fuck… They’re blowing through the debris… It’s not even slowing them down.

We can’t outrun them. The only reason they haven’t blown us to bits is because they need you alive.

[ship] Exiting debris field.

There’s a gas cloud not far from here… Maybe…

[ship] L-Class yacht is too close for safe—

[ship shuddering, hit by the yacht]

They’re ramming us…

[ship alarm in background]

They’re not outfitted to grab and board us. I think they’re trying to disable our flight. If we’re floating dead, they’d have plenty of time to figure out how to get you out.

[ship] Hull damage to starboard side. Maintenance required.

[scoffs, sarcastic] Yeah, thanks ship, I’ll get right on that.

[another hit]

Fuck!

[Stardust unbuckling]

What are you doing? Sit back down! You’re going to get hurt!

What? No!

[Cosmic unbuckling and getting up]

Stop! We’re not doing that.

[worried and frustrated] …No, we can’t get away, but maybe we could…

[pause, Stardust talking]

[stubborn] I am not trading you.

I said no, Stardust. I’m not ditching you.

I’m not saying it wouldn’t work! I’m saying… I’m saying I won’t do it.

Maybe if we pretend to surrender… They can’t kill you until they get to the treasure.

[groans] Do not argue with me about calling it treasure right now…

We could wait until they dock with us and then—

[desperate] I know it’s not likely to work, Stardust, but what other options do we have?

No…No, I can’t do that.

I…I just can’t…I can’t!

[following them to the escape pod]

Stardust stop!

[ship] Escape pod activated.

Stop. [close] Just… Wait.

[ship hit again, alarm in the background still going off]

We’re only a few days out from the target, Stardust… Once they find it, they’re going to kill you.

We can keep going until they either back off or smash us apart… You don’t have to do this.

[ship shudder]

Fucking forget what I said! I’m telling you to stay.

You weren’t just a payday, okay? Now get back in your seat and—

[frustrated] Stardust—

[shudder a breath] Yeah, we almost made it…

They’re going to kill you. Don’t do this. Don’t go.

[pause, alarms and ship shudder background]

Three days…That’s a bad plan.

No, the tracking nanites are still active but they might be able to detect and eliminate them.

Fine. Fine! Yes. I can find you. Three days… I will find you.

[pod door whoosh]

[ship] Preparing escape pod.

[impact shudder, alarms, his shaking breath]

I am going to find you, Stardust.

Yeah… Because you’re my bounty. I told you I wouldn’t let you go without getting my cut, right?

I will find you. Just… try to stay alive until I do.

[door closes]

[ship] Escape pod release.

[morallyinept]

Hahhh Jatt

Ahm back wath mah ask gahms.

This time we have a spring based prompts theme. You get a spring prompt and a character and I'd like to know your head canon/immediate thoughts on the combination.

Character: Ezra

Prompt: comet

With love,

El

Lovely El! 🖤 Aah mah gaaah!

Oooh, so I love this prompt, thank you, and wrote a lil' something that came to mind.

I immeadiately thought of that scene in Prospect towards the end, where Ezra has told Cee to go and leave him, and there's a shot where we see him against the tree thinking he's going to die alone on the moon. So, I thought about what would be going through his mind...

Enjoy! 🖤

In the quiet rasps of the alien wilderness, Ezra is perched alone beneath the resplendent expanse of the nocturnal firmament, his waning gaze ensnared by the magnificent spectacle unfolding above.

A celestial panorama, a luminous comet traversing the heavens, its incandescent tail weaving an ephemeral arc of bright silver fire through the velvety expanse of the night.

For a fleeting moment, the pain is stopped in its tracks; Ezra is transported back to a bygone epoch, to a hazy memory ensconced in the annals of time, where he and you - his cherished paramour - had once stood in amorous communion beneath the same ethereal canopy, hearts aglow with the glittering fervour of shared aspirations and boundless dreams as you both spied a similar comet together.

And yet here he is now, slumped and open wet and fleshy on the Bahkroma moon, dying for wasted pillaging efforts for coveted root pearls in abundance, and coming up with more losses than he could have foretold when he’d set off with a ship, a crew and both arms.

Yet, as the comet traverses its trajectory, Ezra finds himself enveloped in a profound maelstrom of reminiscence, a poignant reverie evoking a longing that resonates deep within the recesses of his soul - a wistful reminiscence of the love he's relinquished for a relentless pursuit of greedy ambition.

"Trivial," he wheezes as he ponders.

He can hear your voice, calling out to him and he closes his eyes listening to the lilt of your lullaby to soothe him.

His breaths come in shallower now, metal encasing his tongue as he waits for the cold embrace of death to lead him into the depth of his torment further.

In that interlude, he experiences a visceral connection to the sublime sight of the cosmos, a poignant reminder of the ineffable beauty and magnificence that transcends the exigencies of mortal existence.

With a dolorous heart, Ezra reluctantly tears his gaze from the splendour and redirects his focus to the realisations of his solitary odyssey, his ruminations consumed by the spectre of the beloved he's forsaken.

Yet, amidst the vast expanse of the cosmic abyss, he harbours an immutable certitude - that notwithstanding the expanse of space and the relentless march of time, the ineffable bond he shares with you will forever endure, even in the next life. He knows you'll find him as a lone tear spills down his ragged cheek.

With closed eyes, Ezra is poised, prepared to depart from this Kevva forsaken moon, only to be abruptly startled by a sudden crunching sound. The distinct cadence of footsteps, agile and unforeseen, heralds the return of the blonde pixie, armed with a patch gun in hand, as she deftly secures him with her tether.

In the silent, bewildering exchange between them, no words are uttered, for within Ezra's soul resides naught but a profound sense of silent reverence. Despite the weight of his transgressions, he's overcome by a resounding awe, for in this moment, she refuses to abandon him to the merciless clutches of solitude.

Instead, she extends her hand, offering salvation in the form of a journey homeward, back to the embrace of you, his beloved.

🖤

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part I)

FORTNIGHT

I was supposed to be sent away.

They forgot to come and get me.

I was a functioning alcoholic.

Nobody noticed my new aesthetic.

All of this to say, I hope you're okay.

No one here's to blame.

What about your quiet treason?

For a fortnight there we were forever running.

You're in my backyard turned into good neighbors.

I want to kill her.

All my mornings are Monday stuck in an endless February.

The effects were temporary.

I love you, it's ruining my life.

I touched you for only a fortnight.

My husband is cheating.

I want to kill him.

I call you up but you won't pick up.

Another fortnight lost in America.

Buy the car you want.

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

You left your typewriter at my apartment.

Who uses typewriters anyway?

You're in self-sabotage mode.

Who else decodes you?

Who's gonna hold you like me?

Who's gonna know you if not me?

We'rе modern idiots.

You smokеd then ate seven bars of chocolate.

I chose this cyclone with you.

Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be.

Because we're crazy.

That's the closest I've come to my heart exploding.

MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS

Here we go again.

You should've seen him when he first got me.

My boy only breaks his favorite toys.

I should've known it was a matter of time.

There was a litany of reasons why we could've playеd for keeps this time.

I know I'm just repeating mysеlf.

He runs because he loves me.

'Cause you should've seen him when he first saw me

I knew too much.

There was danger in the heat of my touch.

He saw forever so he smashed it up.

Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me

He was my best friend.

I felt more when we played pretend.

He took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart

Told me I'm better off, but I'm not.

DOWN BAD

Did you really beam me up?

Tell me I was the chosen one.

For a moment I knew cosmic love.

Now I'm down bad, crying at the gym.

Everything comes out teenage petulance.

Fuck it if I can't have him

I might just die, it would make no difference.

Come back and pick me up.

Fuck it if I can't have us.

I might just not get up.

I might stay down bad.

Did you take all my old clothes?

They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about the existence of you.

For a moment, I was heavenstruck.

I loved your hostile take-overs.

I'll build you a fort on some planet where they can all understand it.

How dare you think it's romantic leaving me safe and stranded?

Cause fuck it, I was in love.

Fuck you if I can't have us.

SO LONG, LONDON

Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away.

My spine split from carrying us up the hill.

I stopped trying to make him laugh.

How much sad did you think I had?

Did you think I had in me?

You'll find someone.

I didn't opt in to be your odd man out..

I founded the club she's heard great things about.

I left all I knew.

I stopped CPR.

Thе spirit was gone.

We would never come to.

I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.

Two graves, one gun.

I'll find someone.

You say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it.

My white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment.

My friends said it isn't right to be scared.

Every breath feels like rarest air.

Just how low did you think I'd go before I'd self implode?

You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?

I died on the altar waiting for the proof.

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.

I'm just getting color back into my face.

I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place for.

But I'm not the one

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

I forget how the west was won.

I forget if this was ever fun.

I just learned these people only raise you to cage you.

What a mess.

I just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you.

Too high a horse for a simple girl to rise above it.

They slammed the door on my whole world.

But, daddy, I love him.

I'm having his baby.

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

No, I'm not coming to my senses.

I know it's crazy, but he's the one I want.

Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.

You're this chaos, he was revelry.

Stay away from her.

Lord knows the words we never heard.

I'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'.

I'll tell you something 'bout my good name, it's mine along with all the disgrace.

God save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me.

Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see.

You ain't gotta pray for me.

It's just my choice.

There's a lot of people in town that I bestow upon my fakest smiles.

Scandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closer.

We came back when the heat died down.

Went to my parents and they came around.

All the wine moms are still holding out.

Fuck 'em, it's over.

Even my daddy just loves him.

I'm his lady.

Oh my god, you should see your faces.

I know it's crazy but he's the one I love.

FRESH OUT OF THE SLAMMER

I'm running back home to you.

I know who my first call will be to.

He don't understand me.

Handcuffed to the spell I was under.

But it's gonna be alright.

I did my time.

Toss the ashes off the ledge.

I will never lose my baby again.

My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it.

Watched me daily disappearing for just one glimpse of his smile.

All those nights you kept me goin'.

Swirled you into all of my poems.

Now we're at the starting line.

No matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway.

Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up, now that I know what's at stake here.

FLORIDA!!!

You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too.

They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true.

My friends all smell like weed or little babies.

The city reeks of driving myself crazy.

Your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.

Can I use you up?

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away.

Well, mе and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time.

Yеs, I'm haunted, but I'm feeling just fine.

Well, no one asks any questions here.

So I did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body.

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

I need to forget.

I've got some regrets.

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable.

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

What a crash, what a rush.

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this.

I don't want to exist.

[musicallisto]

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨'𝐬 𝟏.𝟓𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 :: 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆

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hola guapas <3 no, your eyes are not deceiving you... clara's back in town with a follower celebration!! so much has happened since i left—i hit 1500 followers (which is an insane number, thank you guys so much!!), and i & this blog turned 21 and 6, respectively🩵 and how else can we celebrate this than by doing what I do best: throwing a party? sooo yeah, put on your cutest swimsuit, get your piña coladas ready, because we are pregaming on the beach <3

from nov 1st to nov 8th...

ੈ♡˳ reblog this post when you send one of these in¹!! so more people can join the party<3

ships!!! send me 🐚 + a description of you (gender preference, hobbies, personality, turn ons and offs, and any relevant info you want to include! the more detailed the better) + a fandom² = i will tell you who i ship you with & write a few headcanons about your relationship :)

playlists!!! send me 🌅 + a character + a scenario or relationship trope and I will make a little playlist and moodboard associated with it :)

playlists x2!!! send me 🥥 off anon and I will make a little playlist and moodboard based on how I see you or your blog :)

battle royale!!! send me 🦈 + a fandom and I'll spin a wheel to randomly select three characters and I'll tell you who I think would survive the longest in a death match. if you send no fandom i'll randomize my mutuals instead

((mutuals only)) simselves!!! this one's so self-indulgent but if you know me at all you know a core characteristic of my summers is spending 9 hours/day on the sims send me 🍍 + your ethnicity (just so i don't accidentally whitewash you or anything sob) and i'll create you in the sims!! or at least how i imagine you look based on your vibes lmao

go crazy and send as many as you want (in separate asks though, please)!

¹ it's really important you rb this post so more people can participate and i don't feel like a human flop pls & love you

² fandoms i will write for: formula one, stray kids, grishaverse, bridgerton, game of thrones, stranger things, the haunting (hh & bm), the hunger games, top gun, red dead redemption

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[lucifersresources]

taylor swift // the tortured poets department : the anthology rp meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!

fortnight.

i was a functioning alcoholic.

i hope you're okay.

no one here's to blame.

but what about your quiet treason?

for a fortnight there, we were forever.

i wanna kill her.

all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february.

i took the miracle move-on drug.

the effects were temporary.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

my husband is cheating.

i wanna kill him.

the tortured poets department.

i think some things i never say.

you're in self sabotage mode.

i've seen this episode and still loved the show.

who else decodes you?

who's gonna hold you like me?

who's gonna know you, if not me?

this ain't the chelsea hotel.

we're modern idiots.

you awaken with dread.

i chose this cyclone with you.

i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

everyone we know understands why it's meant to be.

who else is gonna know me?

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

here we go again.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

i'm queen of sand castles he destroys.

i should've known.

we could've played for keeps this time.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

he runs because he loves me.

i knew too much.

there was danger in the heat of my touch.

he saw forever, so he smashed it up.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

i felt more when we played pretend.

he stole my tortured heart.

told me i'm better off, but i'm not.

down bad.

did you really beam me up in a cloud of sparkling dust, just to do experiments on?

i was the chosen one.

this world is bigger than us.

i knew cosmic love.

for a moment, i knew cosmic love.

now i'm down bad.

everything comes out teenage petulance.

fuck it if i can't have him.

fuck it if i can't have us.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

for a moment, i was heavenstruck.

i was heavenstruck.

i loved your hostile takeovers.

how dare you think it's romantic.

fuck it, i was in love.

fuck you if i can't have us.

so long, london.

i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift.

i pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away.

my spine split from carrying us.

i stopped tryna make him laugh.

how much sad did you think i had in me?

you'll find someone.

so long.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

i founded the club she's heard great things about.

i left all i knew.

you left me.

i stopped cpr, after all, it's no use.

the spirit was gone.

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.

two graves, one gun.

i'll find someone.

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair.

every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there.

how much tragedy did you think i had in me?

just how low did you think i'd go 'fore i'd self implode?

you swore that you loved me.

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.

i'm just getting colour back into my face.

i'm just mad as hell coz i loved this place for so long.

but daddy i love him.

i forget if this was ever fun.

these people only raise you to cage you.

these people try and save you coz they hate you.

they slammed the door on my whole world.

but daddy, i love him.

you should see your faces.

floor it through the fences.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

i know he's crazy, but he's the one i want.

growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.

he was chaos, he was revelry.

stay away from her.

the saboteurs protested too much.

i'd rather burn my whole life down.

i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'.

i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace.

i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing.

god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me.

they think it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me.

you ain't gotta pray for me.

it's just my choice.

scandal does funny things to pride, but brings lovers closer.

we came back when the heat died down.

fuck em, it's over.

time, doesn't it give perspective?

no, you can't come to the wedding.

he's the one i want.

fresh out of the slammer.

i'm running back home to you.

he doesn't understand me.

handcuffed to the spell i was under.

it's gonna be alright, i did my time.

now that i know better i will never lose my baby again.

my friends tried, but i wouldn't hear it.

he kept me going.

i swirled you into all my poems.

ain't no way i'm gonna screw up.

ain't no way i'm gonna screw up now that i know what's at stake here.

florida!!!

they said i was a cheat.

this city reeks of driving myself crazy.

your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.

can i use you up?

me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time.

i'm haunted but i'm feeling just fine.

i did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body.

i need to forget.

tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable.

love left me like this and i don't want to exist.

guilty as sin?

this cage was once just fine.

am i allowed to cry?

what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh only in my mind?

i keep recalling things we never did.

without ever touching his skin how can i be guilty as sin?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.

we've already done it in my head.

i've screamed his name.

they're gonna crucify me anyway.

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly.

i choose you and me religiously.

who's afraid of little old me?

you don't get to tell me about 'sad'.

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said.

nothing makes me feel more alive.

who's afraid of little old me?

who's afraid of little old me? you should be.

the scandal was contained.

at all costs, keep your good name.

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

is it a wonder i broke?

i was tame, i was gentle, till the circus life made me mean.

don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth.

they didn't do it to hurt you.

i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?

i'm fearsome and i'm wretched and i'm wrong.

you caged me and then you called me crazy.

i am what i am coz you trained me.

i can fix him (no really i can)

the jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud.

i can fix him.

i can fix him, no, really, i can. and only i can.

he had a halo of the highest grade.

good boy, that's right.

i'll show you heaven if you'll be an angel.

trust me, i can handle a dangerous man.

loml.

who's gonna stop us waltzing back into rekindled flames?

we were just kids.

i thought i was better safe than starry-eyed.

i felt aglow like this never before and never since.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

we're never quite buried.

you told me i'm the love of your life.

you blew in with the winds of fate.

you took me to hell too.

you shit-talked me under the table.

i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all.

should've let it stay buried.

our field of dreams engulfed in fire.

you're the loss of my life.

i can do it with a broken heart.

she's having the time of her life.

i can show you lies.

i'm a real tough kid.

i can handle my shit.

you gotta fake it till you make it.

lights, camera, bitch, smile, even when you wanna die.

he said he'd love me all his life.

he said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short.

all the pieces of me shattered.

the crowd was chanting 'more'.

i was grinnin' like i'm winnin'

i was hittin' my marks.

i can do it with a broken heart.

i'm so depressed i act like it's my birthday every day.

i'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague.

i cry a lot, but i am so productive.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i keep finding his things in drawers, crucial evidence i didn't imagine the whole thing.

try and come for my job.

the smallest man who ever lived.

was any of it true?

now you know what it feels like.

i don't even want you back.

i just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal.

i don't miss what we had.

could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

you hung me on your wall, stabbed me with your push pins.

you didn't measure up in any measure of a man.

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

were you a sleeper cell spy?

in fifty years, will all this be declassified?

good riddance.

it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

i would've died for your sins.

i would've died for your sins, instead i just died inside.

you deserve prison, but you won't get time.

in plain sight you hid.

you are what you did.

i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive.

the alchemy.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

what if i told you i'm back?

i'm coming back so strong.

i'm the one to beat.

the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me.

who are we to fight the alchemy?

clara bow.

did you know you'd be picked like a rose?

i might die if it happened to me.

this town is fake, but you're the real thing.

the crown is stained, but you're the real queen.

you're the new god we're worshipping.

beauty is a beast that roars.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Privateers for Hire: Part 3

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“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE!?!?!”

Jacob swiped his hand across the table sending several bottles and glasses clattering to the ground. The light from the room hit the glass shards sending a cascade of colors around the room like a disco ball. Not impressed by the outburst, his guest opposite looked on with an expression of disgust.

Without making a sound Captain Amelia Starfeld withdrew her pistol from its holster and put a plasma bolt right next to Jacob’s right foot sending the diplomat tumbling back into the stuffed couch behind him. One of the Vraxon dancers draped around her waist giggled and went back to caressing her legs as the pirate queen flicked the safety of her weapon on and off.

“As I recall,” she began, “last time you were here we struck an accord. We destroy your enemies, and you pay us credits equal to the targets value; a straight forward agreement.”

Jacob took several deep breaths to calm down and regain his composure.

“Our agreement was for Hash’tu ships, what you did was-“

“So much better.” Amelia interrupted. “Our agreement also included a trillion credits for a station lest you forget, which we gladly destroyed to aid you in your war effort.”

“A station that crashed into a civilian planet causing an ecological disaster that has rendered the planet uninhabitable!”

Amelia tapped her pistol on her head and used the muzzle to scratch her forehead.

“I fail to see how that is my problem or yours, since it was a Hash’tu world and they are actively waging war against you.”

Jacob closed his eyes and pressed his fingers along the ridge of his nose. “They are our enemies, but the perception of how we win this war is what will define my employers for years to come.”

He reached into his briefcase and pulled out several documents, spreading them across the now cleared table for the pirate queen to see. Lazily Amelia pushed the Vraxon dancer on her lap to the side and leaned forward to read the documents. They were news articles taken from Cosmic Federation space with rather provocative titles.

“Hash’tu civilians devastated by surprise attack.”

“Hash’tu station forced out of orbit killing millions on impact.”

“Mass starvation across three systems following destruction of Hash’tu trade world.”

“Cosmic Federation labeled “Terrorist State” after devastating surprise attack against Hash’tu.”

“Daring raid behind lines results in record number of civilian deaths.”

Amelia chuckled and tapped the last one. “This one I might hang in my cabin when I return to my ship.”

“You’re missing the point.” Jacob interjected. “You were only to target military targets, ships or stations. Civilians were never part of the agreement.”

Amelia shrugged and leaned back into the couch. “Casualties of war; what can you do?”

One of the dancers reached under the couch and pulled out a data pad of their own and set it on the table. Jacob looked down at it as a long list of information began scrolling down.

“What is this?” he asked.

“This,” Amelia said as she spun the pad around with her gun for Jacob to see easier, “is what you owe.”

Picking up the pad Jacob began running through the list of confirmed kills. His eyes began to grow wide as he neared the end of the list and saw the final total of credits.

“3.5 trillion credits!?!!”

Amelia nodded. “That station we took down was one trillion, but then you take into account all the ships docked in it with the ones we had been scuttling before the attack and it evens out to 3.5 trillion. Honestly I think it is more around 4 but we couldn’t get the captain’s bio chips so we gave you a discount.”

“We will not be paying this.”

Jacob slid the data pad back over and crossed his arms as Amelia’s expression changed from mild amusement to outright anger. Sensing this, the dancers that had been draping themselves on her stood up without a word and left the room in a hurry.

“Because we’ve had such a good rapport I’m going to give you one chance to reconsider.”

She spun the data pad back around and heavily pushed it to the center of the table.

“You gave us a dirty job, and my crew held up our end of the bargain.” She tapped the pad with the muzzle of her gun and fixed the diplomat with a stare that could turn stars cold. “You’d hate for this little arrangement to be made public, would you? Right now everything floating is speculation, but if a certain pirate queen came forward and tells the galaxy that they were paid to cause untold destruction, that’d look bad for your “employers”.”

Jacob scoffed. “No one will believe the word of a known criminal, let alone a famous pirate; and even if you did come forward you would all but be admitting to being the terrorist these tabloids claim to be.”

He shook his head and stood up to leave. “It would be in your best interest to not contact me again.” Jacob said as he walked passed Amelia to the door.

No sooner had he reached it though did it open and two alien pirates stepped in.

“I wish you could have been more reasonable.”

Jacob turned at Amelia’s words and missed the two pirates stepping forward and grabbing hold of him.

“Let me go!” he demanded. “I am a diplomat for the Cosmic Federation and will not be treated this way!”

Neither of them loosened their grips on the diplomat as their captain stood up and joined them at the doorway.

“That’s where you’re wrong, friend.” She said as she drove a clenched fist into his stomach. Jacob coughed a glob of spit from the impact. “You were one.”

“What you want done with him?” one of the pirates asked. Amelia gestured with her head to the window overlooking the red light district. With their room on the thirty second floor they had an excellent view of the extensive realm of debauchery the space station housed.

The pirates looked at the window then back at Amelia as if to ask something but she cut them off.

“I’ll pay for the damages. I’ve already had a terrible day, and being kicked out of my favorite brothel would not be something I wanted to add to it.”

With that said the pair of pirates began dragging Jacob to the window. “What are you-“ he started before he suddenly realized what was happening.

“You spit a lot of hot air for a diplomat,” Amelia said, “let’s see if all that hot air helps you float.”

Before Jacob could even open his mouth he was being flung into the window. Unexpectedly the glass did not shatter as the pirates had intended but instead shattered into a web of cracks. The pirates looked at each other as Jacob groaned and padded his head to find a fresh trail of blood running down. Amelia sighed loudly and rubbed her eyes as she muttered something under her breath.

“Well what are you waiting for, do it again!”

The pirates nodded hastily and picked up Jacob again. They threw him once more and this time he went through the pane of glass entirely and began his scream filled plummet to the ground below.

Amelia walked over to the gaping hole in the window and watched her former associate spiral down to the ground before leaving a substantial stain on the pavement. Several nearby patrons waiting to get in recoiled in horror as they were showered with bits of bone and flesh while a dozen or so prostitutes walking the area began screaming and running in any direction away from there.

“Tell the lads to pack up.” Amelia said over her shoulder as she checked her pistol. “We’ve got a new score to settle.”

[zeauxie]

Found Some More Hatchetfield Lore!

I remembered that one of the Lang brothers said that Wiggly is based off of Cthulhu, so I decided to do something digging on a piece of shit author, H.P. Lovecraft and y’all… Okay, I don’t know if it counts as lore, but Hatchetfield is right under our noses.

tldr; at bottom

CW: H.P. Lovecraft’s writing is full of bigotry, and if you plan on reading it, prepare yourself. For example, there is an evil entity named Shub-Niggurath. Yeah.

I don’t like H.P. Lovecraft, nor do I enjoy his writing in general, so here are some things that people should look up if you want to find out Hatchetfield’s inspiration. More thoughts on why I cannot write about him are at the bottom.

Also! I do not look down or dislike people who enjoy H.P. Lovecraft’s writing and his creations, and would really love for people to continue to look into things I cannot. I hope my little notes help!

(I’ve linked the stories in pink!)

SPOILERS: Hatchetfield? I guess? The Cthulhu Mythos & The Dream Cycle.

Cthulhu Mythos:

Just read ‘The Call of Cthulhu’. Everything makes sense.

Miss Holloway is based off of a character named Horvath Blayne from ‘The Black Island, Being the Narrative of Horvath Blayne’.

Duke Keane is also taken from ‘The Black Island’.

The narrator of ‘The Call of Cthulhu’ is named Francis Wayland Thurston.

Professor Hidgens is based off of an art student named Henry who is known for being eccentric and living in solitude. (The Call of Cthulhu)

Emma Perkins is named after a ship called the Emma. The crew got into a battle with Cthulhu’s cult members, which resulted in the Emma having one survivor. (The Call of Cthulhu)

John MacNamara is based off of the police officer John Legrasse. (The Call of Cthulhu)

Willabella Muckwab resembles Lavinia Whateley, from ‘The Dunwich Horror’. She has a son, Wilbur Whateley (Wilbur Cross), whose father is the cosmic entity Yog-Sothoth (Wiggog Y’rath). Lavinia went missing on Halloween, and the assumption is that Wilbur killed her. 👀

The Black Book is the Necremonium.

There’s always professors somewhere.

The Dream Cycle:

LOL. The Dream Cycle is a collection of short stories surrounding dream cities. I honestly haven’t read anything about this other than brief stuff from the Wiki, but the connections are painfully obvious.

The word ‘oblivion’ is written in the Black Book. H.P. Lovecraft has a poem titled Ex Oblivione. The narrator sees a gate in his dreams and wants to get past it, but he can’t access it. He eventually does, though. Yikes. Read this post, picture Willabella Muckwab as the narrator for Ex Oblivione, and enjoy.

Bonus: Some of the covers of the magazine that published H.P. Lovecraft’s work (Weird Tales) are sprinkled throughout Hatchetfield.

“Pete, get behind me! I’ve got a gun.”

“Steph… it’s a ghost. I don’t think that’s gonna do any good.”

Rosary? Killer Track, much? Also, the art style for the Black Book kind of resembles this… huh.

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Note: I had planned to read all of H.P. Lovecraft and the associated work, but the racism is too much for me. I can’t “separate the art from the artists”, especially when everything evil is so obviously and horrendously based on Black people, as well as other races. Again— Shub-Niggurath. Like, seriously?

It’s a huge bummer, because I have so many thoughts— like the implications behind Willabella Muckwab associated with Lavinia Whateley, and Wilbur Cross also being associated with Wilbur Whateley. So much is at our finger tips.

I’m still going to be writing other things, though!

I have more of the Black Book deciphered, so that’s exciting, especially since I actually got some stuff right in my first post. (It was looked at through a more religious lenses rather than an H.P. Lovecraft lenses, though.) BUT STILL. MY EYES HURTING FROM INTENSE SQUINTING SESSIONS WAS NOT FOR NAUGHT! And I know I state some of these things as if they’re facts, but they’re ‘probably based on’ stuff.

Alright. I’m off to read about physics, the concept of nothingness, and the æther in the name of theatre kid.

tldr; the Lang bros made a the TTRPG Call of Cthulhu homebrew and turned it into musicals.

[meredithbeckham]

the tortured poets department. songs one through five.

i was supposed to be sent away.

they forgot to come and get me.

i was a functioning alcoholic.

i hope you're okay.

you're the reason, and no one's here to blame.

what about your quiet treason?

we were forever running.

sometimes you ask about the weather.

your wife waters flowers.

i want to kill her/him.

all my mornings are monday stuck in endless februrary.

i took the miracle 'move on' drug. the effects were temporary.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

i touched you only for a fortnight.

but i touched you.

my husband is cheating.

i called you up, but you won't pick up.

i think some things i never say.

who uses typewriters anyway?

you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down the road.

i've seen this episode and still love the show.

who else decodes you?

who's gonna hold you, if not me?

who's gonna know you, if not me?

i scratch your head, you fall asleep.

i've read this one where you come undone.

i chose this cyclone with you.

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

you told lucy you'd kill yourself if i ever leave.

i felt seen.

everyone we know understands why it's meant to be. because we're crazy.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

here we go again.

you should've seen him when he first got me.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

i'm the queen of sand castles he destroys.

it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night.

i should have known it was a matter of time.

there was a litany of reasons why we could've played for keeps this time.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

pull the string, and i'll tell you that he runs because he loves me.

he saw forever so he smashed it up.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

he was my best friend.

i felt more when we played pretend.

told me i'm better off. but i'm not.

tell me i was the chosen one.

showed me that this world is bigger than us, then sent me back where i came from.

for a moment i knew cosmic love.

now i'm down bad, crying at the gym.

everything comes out teenage petulance.

fuck it if i can't have him.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

fuck it if i can't have us.

i might just not get up.

i might stay down.

did you take all my old clothes?

that somehow seems so hollow now.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

for a moment, i was heaven struck.

i loved your hostile take-overs.

how dare you say that it's-?

i'll build you a fort on some planet where they can all understand it.

how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded?

fuck it, i was in love.

so fuck you, if i can't have us.

like i lost my twin.

i saw in my mind ferry lights through the mist.

i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift.

pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away.

my spine split from carrying us up the hell.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

how much sad did you think i had in me?

so long, london.

you'll find someone.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

i founded the club she's heard great things about.

i left all i knew.

you left me at the house by the heath.

i stopped cpr. after all, it's no use.

the spirit was gone.

i'm pissed off you let me give all that youth for free.

i'll find someone.

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared.

every breath feels like the rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there.

how much tragedy did you think i had in me?

how long did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

how long did you think i'd go before i'd have to go be free?

you swore you loved me, but where were the clues?

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.

i'm just getting color back into my face.

i'm just mad 'cause i loved this place for so long.

had a good run, a moment of warm sun.

i'm not the one.

two graves, one gun.

[chernobog13]

Annihilus and his hot rod by Jack Kirby.

[shinesurge]

Kidd Commander is an ongoing shounen-inspired webcomic about Phineas Kidd, a woman who was murdered by god and got so mad about it she came back from the dead to gather up a crew as angry as she is to kill him back. It’s set amid a cosmic apocalypse-in-progress so the characters do get dragged through the mud quite a bit, but ultimately it’s an optimistic story about disenfranchised people converting their spite into power to live better or die trying.

Notable features:

- Naturally, everyone is queer.

- You don’t HAVE to be an apostate with a bone to pick to enjoy kc but it definitely helps!

- An ensemble cast in a sharp mid-apocalyptic world that sucks to live in but we’re like falling forward about it. So far we’ve got:

🌻 dumb jock lady protagonist who loves too much and is so angry about it that she can punch anything to death. Looks like one or the other depending on proximity to authority figures.

🌻 tall robot lady who is also angry and raises pigeons, studies the weather, drives a motorcycle

🌻 chubby nerd in a mask whose powers include anxiety, hallucinating at inopportune times, and Gun

🌻 a sapient ship so lazy they did not show up for this post,

The whole canon is available for free online and will be until I’m dead. The tumblr blog is here if you want to get reminded when updates happen, or you can get updates on mastodon, instagram, and the comic’s discord! I’ve also got a Patreon you can check out if you’d like to get some postcards during the year or if you’d just like to help keep a furiously humanist ship full of queers afloat in these anti-human times.

Thanks so much for reading!

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

Works organized and easily found over on the patreon. <3

TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 7.

Styx wasn’t what Stardust had expected.

When they’d envisioned a lawless trading outpost adrift beyond the charted edge of space, they’d imagined thriving debauchery—red light districts, fruit bars, and endless stalls of unregulated goods.

Walking the plaza of the repurposed military station, they realized their imaginings had been more in line with Cache, the largest casino in the galaxy, which was laughable because there was nothing outwardly illegal about Cache.

Styx wasn’t really lawless either. Stardust spotted the cameras along the corridors funneling off the plaza down the long arms for parking ships and the entrances to residential districts. People lived here. The shops weren’t just fun fronts for the amusement of travelers, they were businesses cultivated and run by real people. There were kids—families. Had they fled to the edge to escape the solar court? To escape justice or debt? Or had they been born out here?

Stardust winced at the sight of a small child laughing and running circles around a parent’s legs.

There were stories about the dangers of having kids outside the SC and Eaton. Slaving wasn’t legal in any of the governing bodies of space…but unregistered people off world weren’t really the problem of any of those governing bodies. As long as no one brought them home, no law in the stars would bat an eye. They called it wreckage. They called them wreckage.

Stardust stole glances into the shops, trying to look like they’d been there before and weren’t gawking at everything new and different from the prime. They’d been born and raised in the center of the galaxy, on worlds that became stranger and stranger in contrast to the places they had seen in the months since fleeing for their life. What they knew of the worlds and stations beyond the prime quad had been learned from classrooms and soap operas.

Everyone loved a good trashy story about one of their own being stranded or tricked into the deep where they found themselves at the whim of an incredibly attractive brute.

That was not the reality—not that Stardust had been looking for it. The pirates had been assholes, barely more than idiot children with a language of violence, and Cosmic…

Cosmic wasn’t what they had expected to find in the deep either.

Stardust scrubbed a hand over their face, trying not to think about him taped to the chair back on his ship. He was fine. He wasn’t going to die just because they left him sitting there for a while. They’d find a new ship—a way back on course—and he’d be fine.

First, they needed to access their accounts.

They finally spotted a café full of screens, some people laid out in chairs with visors on, cables in their necks, or just light swirling in their irises as their minds drifted far away. Others sat at consoles, fingers dancing over lightboards or keyboards.

The disconnection of their optic implant this far from charted space had been jarring at first, the quiet of not getting constant messages, updates, notifications, and calls was disconcerting. They’d never felt alone like this before. They could still use the apps: vision upgrades, language translators, and files of images and recordings. They’d spent a lot of their time in the cramped cargo hold of that pirate vessel rewatching episodes of their favorite drama and playing endless rounds of mahjong solitaire.

They found an available console and sat down.

A synthetic leaning behind the café counter eyed them, light strobing across his cheek, like lightning under his skin. Their console turned on, offering them access for four minutes to start a tab before it would be shut off.

They tapped keys, syncing their implant and sighing with relief when the whole universe seemed to come into reach again. Paying the tab was not a problem. They put in an order for a coffee and a strawberry bun and then started sifting through their mail.

They had dozens of messages from Genesis, pretending to be worried about them—wanting to know where they had gone and promising to help protect them from the other cousins. It was a lie, of course. Genesis was a silver-tongued monster. Did he think they didn’t know? They weren’t some stranger who hadn’t seen the bloodshed of his games.

Tansy, on the other hand, hadn’t felt the need to lie. She was hunting Stardust and had sent just one message, offering to let them live when it was done if they surrendered.

Stardust was a poor excuse for a Solinoh, but they still wouldn’t surrender. It wasn’t in their blood to yield, and it was an insult that Tansy had even suggested it.

They grabbed one of the blank plastic cards from a stack to the side and placed it on the keypad, moving money from an account onto it. It would have to do for now. They’d considered getting a long-range upgrade for their implant, but weren’t sure if their cousins could track them by it if they did. Their family had a skill for acquiring inventors and new tech. Maybe it was better to stay low for a while?

They were about to place a call when a figure stepped up beside them, just inside their little space of imagined privacy. A large, clear, glass nestled onto a saucer was placed beside their keyboard. The foam atop the cappuccino bulged, stretching the limits of physics by not spilling over. No hand but a synthetic one could have carried it without disrupting it. Stardust doubted they’d be able to lift it for a sip without making a mess.

The barista waited.

Stardust cocked their head back to look up at him. They’d expected charm and flirtation on that artificial, perfect face now that they’d started a tab and clearly had the funds for it. That was how synthetics had worked the last time they’d seen any in the prime. They’d been big smiles or politely lowered heads.

The synthetic looked just as unimpressed as he had behind the bar. He hadn’t lowered his head to look down at them where they sat either, he’d just shifted those starless black eyes down the slope of his cheeks.

Stardust flushed, reminded why there were no more synthetics in the prime. It had been cycles since the wars, but those wars had been almost a decade of fighting and dying across the solar court… outside the prime, of course. When word of synthetics turning on their creators spread, when those first acts of revolt stained the prime worlds, the golden center of the galaxy had done what it always did—protect itself from all others.

It seemed like overnight, all the synthetics in the prime had disappeared.

Stardust remembered it with discomfort, especially under those manmade eyes. Could he see it on them? Their family and friends had been upset in those first years of the Synthetic Wars because of the trouble it had caused them. They had to let lower-class humans back into the prime, back into their homes and onto their ships, to do all the jobs the synthetics had been doing before them. The consolation had been that it was cheaper to pay a human than it had cost to buy the synth.

Stardust suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore.

Another strobe of light shimmered under the skin of his face and this time Stardust was at an angle to see those pastel colors reflected in the blacks of his eyes—creating stars in that night.

As though he saw it—saw how their stomach had turned—he placed the second plate with the strawberry bun beside their coffee. The dishes bumped and the coffee overflowed the edge, pooling in the saucer. His mouth twitched with a smile and Stardust tried not to marvel at it—at him. It had been so long since they’d seen a synthetic that they’d somehow forgotten how incredibly real their design had become. It was beyond uncanny valley and onto something else. It wasn’t just perfection, it was better than that. There was a quirk to his smile and a menace to the beauty of his face.

It seemed humans had done what they always did. They made things better than themselves and lost control of it.

Looking at a synthetic didn’t feel like looking at something that wasn’t quite human… it felt like looking at something humans wanted to become.

“You’re going to get yourself killed if you stay here too long,” he said, a drawl to his deep voice that rolled under the hum of music and keystrokes in the room.

Stardust didn’t look away, pitching an eyebrow. “Are you threatening me?”

His smirk remained. “Don’t tempt me, Solinoh.”

Stardust’s stomach lurched, suddenly realizing he was between them and the exit. Did it matter? They couldn’t outrun him if they tried. Maybe if they hit him with something…

The synthetic scoffed. “Handle your business and go. I don’t want to see you in here again. I don’t need you dying in my place.”

His place?

Heat rushed their face. They’d just assumed he worked there. No, that wasn’t true. They’d assumed he belonged to the building or to the owner.

Fuck.

He nodded like he knew it, that gaze flicking over them again. “And when you’re done here, go to the catwalk and get some better clothes. Your mortal ass isn’t long for this world and even I’d be disappointed to see you die in sweatpants.”

Stardust wasn’t sure if that was a joke or just the truth, either way, they nodded in agreement.

Light strobed across his cheek and his expression changed. They caught the start of a true smile when he turned toward the opening to greet a trio of synthetics.

Stardust forced their gaze down to the coffee on their table, refusing to gawk at these people. He was right, though, if they were that easily identified by synthetics, they needed to get moving.

They placed a call while they were still connected. The camera on the screen lit up to film them but when the call connected, the scene they watched was in their implant only, projected like a screen but only for their eyes.

Cornelius answered on the first ring, a sign that Stardust had truly rattled their friend because Cor never answered on the first ring as a rule. They were lucky if he answered at all.

“You’re alive!” Cor whisper-yelled, hurrying to get someplace private. Strings of diamonds swayed and tangled from the circlet around his head, the front strands framing his cheeks while others stretched the length of his neck, gleaming against smooth dark skin. The background sounds were warped, automatically filtered out by his implant. “Where are you? Your family has been crawling all over me looking for you. I mean, I don’t mind some of them crawling all over me…”

Stardust exhaled hard, feeling the first real sense of relief since the pirates targeted their ship days ago.

Cornelius got someplace where he could talk because he really looked at them now, expression growing uncharacteristically serious. “What happened to you? Where… Did Genesis find you?” He whispered the name like a curse.

Stardust shook their head, clawing an unruly lock of hair behind their ear. They tongued the glued scab on their lip. They didn’t look half as bad as they had yesterday, but looking at Cor and remembering their life just months ago, they imagined it had to be a horror to see them now. “One of those assholes put a bounty on me,” they whispered. “Some pirates wrecked my jet and grabbed me—” They choked up and stopped, surprising themselves with a well of emotion they hadn’t even realized was there.

Cornelius nodded. “Where are you? I’ll send someone.”

Stardust wished it was that simple. “I’m past the edge.”

He stared, the strands of diamonds settling around his jaw and neck. “You… You really went out there? Everyone is saying you ran away or were kidnapped but… You’re really going?”

“What choice do I have?”

“Come back! We’ll hide out on Lu-Pan. Between the two of us, we can buy up half the islands and amass a little army.”

Stardust ached for that option. Lu-Pan was familiar, but it wasn’t safe. There was nowhere safe from their family. “I just wanted to check in. I’m alive.”

Cornelius frowned and Stardust realized how rarely they’d ever seen their best friend frown. They’d been together since they were toddlers. There was no one else Stardust trusted or loved more, which was exactly why they couldn’t run to him. “Where are you?” he asked again.

“I’ll check in again when I can.”

“Star—”

Hanging up physically hurt. It surprised them, making them swallow twice and look up to keep the gathering of tears from falling. After a couple quick breaths, they paid their tab and disconnected. Pocketing the plastic cash card they’d been clutching, Stardust realized they hadn’t touched their food. They almost left it, but their stomach growled in protest.

They compromised and picked up the bun on their way out.

Walking to the exit took them right past the three synthetics at the bar talking to the owner.

It was impossible not to feel the air shift and those immortal eyes turn on them, running over them from head to toe. One, a giant, grinned with a flash of metal-tipped fangs. “It’s a shame… I would have liked throwing a Solinoh in my cargo hold,” he said just loud enough for Stardust to hear even though the words were directed at his friends.

One of the others, wearing a body that appeared to be entirely made of gold and glass, waved a delicate hand through the air as if taking in the complications of fate. “Don’t hold your breath. No one but a Solinoh would put a bounty on a Solinoh, and there are just some people not even we’ll work for…”

 Stardust kept walking, bun in hand, until they were out of the café. They turned a hard right and wove into the crowd, finally taking a big bite.

They needed to get out of there…but they also needed to get a change of clothes. They followed the signs for The Catwalk.

The synthetic café owner wasn’t wrong. This was not an outfit worthy of dying in.

[hypermoyashi]

Fic Rec: Bloodletting (series)

Author: tragic_unpaired_electron

Fandom: Trigun

Relationship(s): Legato & Knives, Knives & Vash, Knives & Rem, Knives & Zazie

Tags/Warnings: twin swap, Twin Swap AU, good millions knives, Evil Vash, Sort of anyway, nai gets to be a cowboy, but it sucks, Body Horror, Prosthetics, tw for legato's backstory, like it's vague but it's there, Non-Linear Narrative, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, Nai becomes legato's dad, Role Reversal, Roleswap, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, ship three, Wingfic, Hurt/Comfort, Gung-Ho Guns (Trigun), But also not, gratuitous references to True Grit, swap au

Summary: Sometimes, he thought, there was supposed to be someone else. Some noble hero who could laugh and smile, and knew when to stay his hand. Humanity deserved someone like that to save them. And instead, through some sort of cosmic mistake, they’d gotten Nai instead. Someone crashes Project SEEDS into No Man's Land, but it isn't Nai. In fact, Nai might be humanity's best chance of survival.

I adore the concept of Swap AUs, and this one in particular really hits home. I love the way Vash and Knives's relationship is handled, and the parental bond between Knives and Legato is really sweet, as well. I think it's a neat take on evil!Vash and good!Knives. If you like role reversals, this is definitely one to check out!

[read it on ao3]

[eridanidreams]

Snippet Sunday

Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon@violenceandviolets, and @artemis-crimson

I don't have a snippet per se ready for today; holiday preparations and such got in the way. So instead, here's a deleted scene from an early draft of stars through my fingers like grains of sand chapter 7. I ended up pulling it because it was a little too infodump-y a little too soon, and I wanted to stretch out the reveal of Cait's background. But consider this a DVD extra!

“The Sharing Knife,” she blurted out. He paused, a look of confusion on his face. “My favorite book.”

He lowered himself back into his seat, a slow smile crossing his face. “Well, now. Is that one of the books in your library?”

She blinked, not having expected an actual reply, but fumbled for an answer. A real answer, instead of a dodge. “No. I haven’t had a hard copy of it in years.” She knew it by heart, of course; for some inexplicable reason, one particular passage came to mind: Though you’d never starve your body to wasting and still expect to go on, you starve your heart, yet act as though you can still draw on it forever without the debt ever coming due. Damn if she didn’t feel all heart-starved, but then again she hadn’t ever expected to draw on that account.

“That’s a shame.” Sam sounded genuinely sympathetic. “Cora—well, she’s more attached to her books than she ever was to her stuffed animals. It’s always a fight to keep most of her library planetside.”

“They’re a luxury on a ship,” she agreed. “But I think we can come to a reasonable accommodation.” She’d had to go without enough that she didn’t want to inflict it on someone else. Besides, books generally weighed less than guns.

Her stomach cramped with hunger; with a sigh, she rummaged around her pack again and pulled out some mantid jerky. Something sloshed next to it, and a drink pack of some fruit slush she’d been experimenting with joined it. She offered the latter to Sam. The protein, though, was all hers. He gave the jerky a dubious look, but accepted the drink. “Damn,” he said after a tentative sip. “This is good. How do you even do that?”

Cait shrugged. “I have some weird food sensitivities.” She took a deep breath; it was hard, but she forced the words out. “It was either figure out what I could make on my own, or be sick all the time.”

“That’s rough,” he said. After a long moment, he asked, “Is that how…?” He trailed off, uncomfortably, but she knew what he was referring to.

She breathed out, hard., stared fixedly at her hands. “Eradication costs an arm and a leg, but it’s all profit for the spaceport. They don’t pay the actual workers more than a pittance.” Deep breath. “You learned pretty quickly to… supplement. Most of the leech is toxic, but if you’re careful you can harvest some of the tissues.” She rubbed her hands together to drive away the phantom ache of a leech bite. “There was an old Earth delicacy I read about once, a pufferfish; if you prepared it wrong, it would kill you. Rich people ate it for the thrill.” She laughed humorlessly. “Clearly I missed my calling.”

Sam startled her by reaching out to take one of her hands, looking closely at it. “You, uh, must have been pretty good. No scars.” He let it go, seemingly startled by his own presumption.

Cait shook her head. “Not really. I just… don’t scar. Not for long.” She leaned back against the shelter and closed her eyes. “Comes with being a freak, I guess.”

She wasn’t prepared for the blast of icy rage that came off him. “You know,” he said, in a deceptively light tone, “I’m not one to let people talk about my friends like that.”

I’m not your friend, she thought.

[shrimpscream]

Cosmic cry got an overhaul!!!

They’re an oc based on the starseeker frame type created by the lovely @dimorphodon-x (they’re really cool go check them out)

And they needed a bit of a fix. Some color changes like taking out that weird purple-ish and there were a few design inconsistencies I didn’t like

I also did sum lore updates:

So I changed a lot of stuff like for example how they got their name [during their time with the cons they hunted down quite a few mechs and killed them after pulling them out of their ships cause no one can hear you scream if you’re in the vacuum of space :) ]

Cc is a former resource hunter on the bots side (cause they ended up with a pretty mean group than only called them 605 cause that’s their designated number) who deflected to the cons and then later decided to fly solo

Brain decided they talk shit but they’re still really into space

They do a lot of body mods and will build just about any type of mod,

want optics in the back of your head? They can do that, extra limbs or a ridiculous amount of guns? Sure, why not, want your optics to blink in every color you can think of or your spike to shoot lasers? Sounds freaky enough, their in.

But remember, installing cost extra and they won’t hesitate to take their mods back if you don’t pay up (no guarantee there won’t be any casualties)