#filled will all kinds of flora and fauna from different planets

[roseofhybrids]

more godhood AU rambling

while thinking of what the trio would get up to in 1500 years and an interesting idea came to mind

so, with all the humans gone, J, N, V and the solver are the last beings around that were on Earth before it got destroyed. Also, after that generation of old drones we see in canon are gone, no one on Copper 9 accept for those 4, Khan, and maybe Nori, will remember being on a planet that isn't just snow, ice, and dead trees (till of course they get some spaceships up and running, but I digress)

now, we've already established that N brought the immortal dogs back, but who's to say he has to stop there?

idea is that N makes it a personal project to work on bringing other animals back to the planet, and that V decides to do the same with plants. So, the two work together with some worker scientists to make the planet habitable to organic live again

I'm not sure how much progress they'd be able to make in 1500 year. It's a long time, sure, but this planet has had like 5 holes punched through its core. That kind of climate disaster is gonna take some time to fix

but I like to think that, eventuality, after spending years at the manor seeing all these plants and animals in books. The two get to see them in their new home as Copper 9 heals

[rae-gar-targaryen]

darling, how could i fear any hurricane? [qimir/the stranger x force sensitive!reader]

Summary: Neither the backwater planet you’d chosen for yourself, nor the sanctity of your own mind, is safe from the nightly visitations of your dream stranger. Is he real, or just another trick of the mind? And what of the power he promises? Desire, he’d spoken of. Desire, desire, desire…

Pairing: Qimir/The Stranger x Force-Sensitive!reader [my reader is written ambiguously, but as with all of my reader inserts are written with a Latina!reader in mind]

Warnings: 18+ please – fingering, dry humping, the brief mention of choking, Qimir being a seductive motherfucker, relatively minor smut, all things considered. The briefest descriptions of violence; reader has female anatomy.

Word Count: 5.7k of sinful soliloquy and definitely no manipulation. No, you want this power, don’t you??

A/N: Breaking my writing drought with this. I don’t know if it’s any good, and no one asked for it. But I’m glad to be sharing my writing again. Please be gentle!! Also, if you’ve ever read my Mandalorian x princess!reader fic, there’s an easter egg in here for you!

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The verdant planet of Vorduun was known for very little – A small, outer-world, far from the shiny Core planets that boast chrome, progress, and bureaucracy. Lush plantlife, a fertile place with brimming riverbanks, and jungles teeming and thrumming to life with flora and fauna at the turn of the seasons. Off the edge of the map. Off the edge of the world. A perfect place to hide.

To lose yourself. 

And the night is stifling, to say the least. Of all the Vorduunian summers you’d endured in your self-isolation, this one had to be the worst. The months’ long deluge of spring rains had made for a stiflingly humid summer, the green jungle steaming with sticky heat. If a saving grace was to be found in the swelter, it was that the night skies were unlike everything you’d ever beheld – a far cry from the fluorescent pollution endemic of your years on Courscant. 

Tonight's Vorduunian sky is no exception – a clear expanse of rich velvet, stars like diamonds crushed into the smooth folds of the expansive sky. Twinkling and winking richly down at you through the gaping slats of the shack you now called home. 

You twist, a serpent in your own threadbare bedsheets, attempting to find comfort in the sticky summer heat of the planet, chasing the elusive promise of coolness as you flip your pillow to the other side with a huff. 

Kind of a sick game, if you thought about it. That if you weren’t running from something, you were chasing something else. 

At present? Chasing a good night’s rest. Preferably dreamless, if you were honest. Your dreams of late are plagued with all sorts of incomprehensible flashes, feelings of being watched, feverish and hazy. Your subconscious’s foreboding certainty that if you’d only just turn around, you’d be met with a face that was not your own -– the disquieting sense of something, or someone, lurking just around a corner. Sprinting down echoing hallways with promises, greatness, a warrior's oath, all just out of reach, certain that if you’d slowed your pace, whatever was pursuing you might just snatch you, an unseen stranger.

Other nights, the dreams were different – the unflinching and unchanging grin set in a mask of metalloid teeth, baring themselves at you . Of ever-watchful eyes judging, as you forced yourself through training drills. The disapproving shake of your Master’s head, his disappointment palpable and always, always directed at only you . The seizing terror of being dropped into combat with no saber – of being skewered through by an unseen shadow with a red plasma blade. Of walls closing in on you. Of the Knights whom you had once considered your friends turning their backs on you while you fought tooth and nail. Of your lungs filled with your unreleased screams – of terror or frustration, you weren’t sure – pulling you down beneath the surface of your failure until you drowned in the disappointment of others’ unfulfilled expectations. Of hands on an unseen body tinkering with phials of something, producing poisonous concoctions of sickly green that the unseen stranger dripped down your throat, pouring them past your lips with sure, warm fingers pressing on your tongue. You swore you could feel the poison upon your waking, the phantom feeling of liquid shredding your veins with horrific heat, your heart thundering. 

Other nights the dreams were different yet, still. Of shadows shedding their inky cloak to reveal hands that caressed. Of hands that held you and wiped your tears. Of thorns falling from vines – leaving what once had pricked and scratched you to now soothe with velvety softness as the vines wound their way around your wrists, tugging you into an unseen embrace with whispers of promises humming in your ears like the tufty wings of insects. And you would go willingly. Of the warm breath of another in your ear, their body warm behind you, distinct in its softness from that of the sunwarmed cliffs the two of you would watch the sunset from, just you and your unseen stranger. Of those same metalloid teeth melting into a radiant smile of brilliant white, beheld in a sharp jaw – the critique of disapproving masters replaced by his balmy, sublime approval. 

Of the tease and taste of his cinnamon lips brushing your own, the fluttering fan of lashes along the peaks of your cheekbones. Of warm, wan whispers of want , desire , soothing your ears. Of warm, fine-boned, assured hands atop your own, guiding yours in a sensuous glide along your own skin. Promises of m ore, more, more as silken lips slipped their way along the column of your throat – your hitching gasps met with his rumbling hums of satisfaction that lasted in your ears for the duration of the following day. Of the gentle lapping of water over smooth-rocked shores, a hand grasping yours with a promise of power. Yet again of more, more, more, if you’d just … Well, you weren’t sure. 

What you were sure of was that it had been weeks of these dreams. Your exhaustion was tugging at the corners of your reality, manifesting itself into silly mistakes – a slipped knife while cutting your meals, or the prickling feeling of someone watching from the dark corner of your room. At times, you weren’t sure what was real and what was dreamscape. A slow descent into madness, torment that felt justified, somehow –-

This purgatory was clearly your penance for your failure. To atone for the fact that you could never be more than what you are now – a former padawan cast out of a renowned Order, thanks in part to her own passions and propensities, roiling rages, and lilting lust. A warrior stripped of all pomp and credential. A blistering reminder of something never to be, of someone you could never be. 

And so here you were. Piteous and exiled in the jungles of Vorduun with no one other than your occasional unseen dream stranger for company. And what of tonight? Had you slept? Were you asleep? The hazy jungle heat made it impossible to tell. When your days consist of the same, tedious routine maintenance to your little corner of jungle, purely isolated, save for irregular treks to the nearest settlement to barter … And when you tossed and turned your nights away in fitful fugue states of half-awake melded with oppressive dreams – well, who was to say what was really real?  

The ghost of a touch along your exposed shoulder didn’t merit a response … Until it happened again. Causing you to sit bolt upright in bed, eyes tracking the room for any disturbance – seen or unseen. 

That prickle, so like static rippling across your skin couldn’t be the Force. No, no. It was the trickle of sweat down the back of your neck, and nothing else. What reason would you have to feel the Force here, now? 

Just another heated night, just another heated dream….

And now, were your eyes deceiving you, or were the shadows in the corner of your room were moving, swirling into shape as a well-toned arm emerges from the darkness, raised in a gesture of … peace? And the rest of him follows, stepping into the muted illumination from your single gaslamp that sputters in the corner of your room, casting his shadow along the opposite wall, sinuous and slinking as he slowly approaches. 

You spring from your bed, eyes darting to the loose slat in your floor where you housed your ill-used saber, quickly considering the relative size of your room and how many steps it would take him to reach you, arms outstretched, to snuff the life from you before you could call the blade to your hand . 

His eyes track yours, clocking the floorboard, before placing both hands up in front of him now, a plea – 

“You don’t need that,” he murmurs, taking a tentative step toward you. And whether it was the room that shrank around you both, or that was just his presence in your space – so unused to anyone but you – you weren’t sure.

“Need what?” Play dumb, and he won't have any reason to harm you, leaving you an opportunity to strike. Your favorite trick, a minor deception for a tactical advantage.

He steps into the dim, flickering light of the gas lamp, a mild smirk blooming along his full lips, the lamplight warming his skin.

“Your Jedi weapon.”

You glance once more between the loose floorboard and the man slowly approaching you, cocking your head as his features became revealed to you, your mind tickling with recognition as you noted the sharp angle of his jaw and the baleful, syrupy darkness of his eyes –

“You,” you breathe. “I know your face.”

“Do you?” His eyes meet yours, searching. 

Yes. You had a good memory for faces, and his you had seen a few times before. Your trips to the nearest settlement every tenday for the open-air market to barter what you had cultivated from the land around your ramshackle home for fruit, thread, and other goods you didn’t often come by on your own. You had seen him at a stall selling tinctures and other apothecary-type goods. You’d never approached, of course. Hadn’t had a need for burn creams or toxins. But there was no denying the swooping lock of hair that would curtain over his eyes, the sharp angle of his features. The way his eyes would track the movement of the market, hawkish, despite the seeming ineffectual haze in them…

A minor deception, you now realize. But for what tactical advantage?

“The chemist from the bazaar,” you reply.

His lips quirk at your realization – the bud of the smirk now unfurling into a full smile. 

“You’re more observant than I gave you credit for, warrior,” he stands before you now, hands still lightly held up in a gesture of peace. “That’s good… A nice surprise ,” his voice taking on an almost-purr of satisfaction.   

You pause, lips parting lightly. What could he mean by that? 

“Qimir,” he gestures to himself by way of introduction.

Qimir. Likely not his real name. Still, you ponder, an interesting choice. Qimir. Like Chimaera, something ancient and unknowable. A monstrous creature signifying the parable of illusion – the promise of something only too impossible to achieve. You wonder if he knew what his “name” sounded like when he’d picked it.

And you hope your face hasn’t betrayed your whirring thoughts as you continue your assessment, hoping to keep a sweep of neutrality across your features as you address him again.

“If you say so. Business must be slow if you’re here to rob me, poisoner. I’m afraid you’ll be sorely disappointed,” your eyes flit around the relatively bare bedroom, gesturing with your chin to the equally Spartan main room of your little ramshackle cabin. “Not much here of value.” 

He crosses one foot over the other as he takes a step to orbit you, almost swordsmanlike. As though he were preparing to duel. You mirror his step, your back to your bed now, facing your doorway. His body between yours and your exit. 

“I wouldn’t say nothing,” he brings a finger to his chin as if in ponderment. “You’re here, after all. And why would I give you my name, show you my face, if I intended to rob you?” 

“Why you do anything means nothing to me,” you bite, “and you’ll have to forgive my manners if I don’t feel like giving you my name. Leave, now , while I let you leave, Qimir.” 

His eyes sweep your form, note your weight on the balls of your feet, bracing for a fight. You probably have weapons other than your laser sword stashed away, if he had to guess . He takes a tentative step toward you, a low chuckle escaping him at the fire in your eyes, trying not to smile any wider than he has already, to give away his pleased impression of your fury. 

“I know who you are,” you blink at his statement, trying not to let the surprise show on your face. “You don't have anything to fear from me, little Jedi.”

“I am no Jedi,” you snipped, rolling your eyes at the insolence of the man before you. If he cared at all about your rude display, Qimir said nothing.

“I am more than aware of that, too,” he murmured, his voice like silk in your ears as he takes yet another small step toward you, invading your space, close enough to breathe your air, a hair’s breadth from touch.  

Too close. You flex your fingers, calling your lightsaber from its hiding place under your loose floorboard into the palm of your hand in a flash, the cool metal meeting your palm like an old friend, a sense of relief. You surge forward into Qimir’s space, pressing the hilt of the saber into his abdomen.

“If you know so much, then you also know you shouldn’t have come,” you snarl. “I don’t know if you didn't take the hint, here at the edge of the world, but I don't take kindly to uninvited guests.”  

“You did invite me, little viper,” he insists, his voice never losing its even, dulcet quality.

At your furrowed brow, he gently brings his fingertips to brush the bare skin of your wrist that’s pressing the hilt of your lightsaber into his stomach. A familiar, prickling ripple bursts across your skin, causing goosebumps to stipple your arms. So familiar. So like the feel of lips from your unseen stranger. So like the Force. 

The dark eyes that met yours in the low light of your room were familiar for more than just an observation in passing at the market. 

“Y-you,” you gasp, the realization causing your chest to seize, to clench your teeth in the wave of seething anger. “You’ve been … in my head … for months …” 

He cocks his head at you, watching the emotions process along your face. He had seen your fears and failures, your heart’s greatest desires. He had seen it all …

“The quickest way to your heart,” he reasons. “Through your head. So you’ll have to forgive my intrusion. I wanted to know you.” Sweet words meant to soothe.  

You aren’t sure if that makes it any better. Perhaps the reasoning makes it worse.

“So like a poisoner,” you level his gaze with a steely one of your own. “To try to slip through the cracks unseen. But I know the quickest way to your heart.”

“You do?” He seems surprised at your rejoinder. As if he hadn’t expected you to play. To be so quick of wit as you were of reflex.

“Between your fourth and fifth rib,” you hum, your voice taking on an almost-seductive tone – a contradiction to the reminder of you pressing the hilt of the saber into him, precisely where you mean to. 

“I appreciate a good threat. Clever,” he smiles, placating. “But there’s no need for that, little warrior. After all… I wouldn't leave you to the dark, not like they did,” he assures, brushing his fingertips against the bare skin of your wrist, so lightly you would’ve thought you’d imagined it. Using the contact to connect to you through the Force once more – your shared memories dancing behind one another’s eyes. Of your fellow Padawans succeeding while your Master only saw failure. Of the dazzlingly white smile of your classmate with the bronze skin and twists in his hair, his yellow lightsaber flashing as you drilled together, his smile fading to frown with the rest of his features as you had used the Force to push him away a bit too hard – rage bubbling to the surface – in direct violation of your training ordinances. Of your departure from Coruscant, no one to bid you goodbye, not even your training partner who had once called himself your friend.

You make to turn your head, to break contact with his dark, glimmering, all-seeing eyes. Like tar pits, drawing you ever deeper. His other hand catches your chin between thumb and forefinger, drawing you back to his gaze, an orbit you cannot escape. Would you even want to?

“And do you believe you would have belonged? The Jedi are deceivers. They deal in abandonment … cloaked in empty platitudes,” he trails his index finger along the curve of your  jawline, an almost illusory brush of his skin against yours – the whisper of a touch, as though to illustrate the point. “The wisp of a  promise, like spun sugar. Sweet, but false, their promises of righteousness. Of importance.”

Your lips part, catching the barest bit of his thumb as it does so, your eyes now searching his, seeking motive.

“And what do you offer instead? That's what this is, right? An offer?”

He smiles wider now, nodding in the barest acknowledgment. As though you’ve finally asked the right question.

“I … make the intangible tangible.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning …” his hand leaves the curve of your jaw to touch his fingertips to your temple, pressing, rendering a vision to your mind. And what Force magic was this? To make you see beyond your own eye’s sight. Foresight? An illusion? A vision? A memory? A promise or a deception?

Whatever it is, you see it so clearly – an uninhabited plant roaring with ocean as far as your eyeline can perceive. Waves lapping gently along grey-stoned shores. Moss-covered alcoves where you sit with him, your stranger, the sunset warming your skin as he caresses your face, your hair, whispering praises just beyond your mind’s own comprehension into your ear – the tone sinful, syrupy. His arms securing you in the night as you rest, no more dreams of abandonment. 

Warmth, endless warmth… as his lips trail the shell of your ear, down your neck, bestowing belief of besotted brushes of lips. Adroit affection aimed right at the heart of you. 

“Hmmm … meaning …. Your feelings, your power, your talent all working, to manifest toward something real. Something you want.” His hand leaves your temple and rests on your shoulder, taking advantage of your state of ponderment to gently guide you, ever mindful of the still-unlit lightsaber pressed to his stomach, leading away from your bed to the wall just next to the adjacent doorframe, the patient waltz of a waiting predator. He brings his hand to rest on the wall, next to your head.

“Something I want,” you reply dreamily, coming back to yourself just enough to realize what he’d said, exhaling through your nose in an indignant little huff. “In exchange for … ?”

“Tell me something,” he replies, lithely lilting around your question with one of his own, flexing his fingers where they rest on the wall. “Why are you no Jedi?” 

“I … abjured,” you admit, a bit too primly, the lightsaber now feeling like an unbearable weight in your palm at your words, the weight of choices – both your own and those of whom purported to teach you. To guide you to something greater. Was it as he said? Were their promises so meaningless? “Broke my oath,” you suck your lower lip between your teeth, pausing before daring to meet his gaze again. “I couldn’t … suppress how they wanted me to. I didn’t want to fail anymore. I was so tired of failing. So, I … abjured. I was weak.” 

Your eyes meet his once more at your admission, yours shining with unshed tears waiting to fall like stars. Shimmering promises to slip down your cheeks, unkept and unchecked. Your fingers fumbled, seemingly of their own accord, unwilling to hold the weight, the threat, of the saber against him any longer. The hilt clattered to the floor, a clanging finality to punctuate your words. And when was the last time you had been so honest, so vulnerable with another?

How … unlike you. 

“Not weak,” he cups your cheeks with both hands, fine-boned thumbs tracing the peaks of your cheeks, as though to wipe away your unshed tears. “The same as me. Power searching for its other half. An unwaning, unflickering flame.” 

Your unseen stranger, now seen, takes your hands in his, the buzz of the Force still tingling across your skin at his words, at the recognition of his power.

“You asked what I want. You want the same as me, and I the same as you. A companion . A partner. Unlike them, I won't judge you for your feelings. Won’t judge you for your power …  You want – I can feel it rippling across your skin,” he closes his eyes, cocking his head, shivering as though to illustrate the point. “... Mmm, and I want,  too. We can want together. If you'd let us.”

The flickering light of your room seemed to dim in tandem with his syrupy words, cloying and dripping like honey into golden nettle tea. The swirling honeytar of his eyes appraising you as the Force connection prickled with hazy heat between your bodies and the damnable musk of the jungle air.

You press yourself further into the wall he’d leaned you against, tilting your chin to appraise him in kind, searching for veracity in his words. Something more substantial than the “spun sugar” he’d accused the Jedi of weaving. 

As though he could sense your trepidation before it could cross your face, he placed a hand on your hip, the contact searing you through the thin fabric of your tank top.  

“They kicked you out because you feel. I'd never do that. I want you to feel … to feel power. To feel what you’re capable of. Of what it can become. Rage. Fear. Loss. Desire. Train with me, you’ll feel it all. I want you to feel it all … to feel me.”

Desire, he had spoken of. The gentle roll of his low voice over the syllables echoing perfectly in your ears. Desire, desire, desire. That desire, so  like venom snaking its way through your blood, hot and purposeful. An all-consuming burn through your blood, befitting of a poisoner as he. 

“You felt it, didn’t you? When I came in,” he iterates, somewhere south of a plea. “All. That. Power.” The hand not resting on your hip comes to cup your face once more. “I can teach you.” 

You had read somewhere once, in the Archives, about creatures on long-abandoned planets with the ability to draw their prey in through vanity. The flash of feathers. Or shiny scales. Big, baleful eyes, perhaps. Only to sink their teeth in once their intended had come too close. 

You draw in a breath, searching his pleasing face for any sign of a tell. Of the flicker of eyes that would signify deception. Of hidden fangs beneath his beautiful, full lips. Of anything that would bely his true intentions behind your Force connection. You swept your eyes across broad, defined shoulders, down toned, muscled arms exposed through his sleeveless shift. A warriors’ weapon wrapped in a pleasing package, to be sure. But … with no discernable hint of false suggestion. 

You shift your weight once more onto the balls of your feet, away from the wall and into him . Continuing your appraisal as you tilt your head, allowing the scent of his skin – the tang of sweat from the humid jungle air commingling with something sharp and clean – to wash over you. 

You invade his space now, leaning into the hand that grips your hip and the other that cradles your head, boldly brushing your lips along his with the barest hint of touch, feeling his lips smile against yours.

You whisper, your lips silken against his, “Tell me, poisoner … You seduce me with lies, is that it? You wish for me to call you Master? Forsake all else to worship at your altar?” 

You catch the flash in his eyes as the word “seduce” leaves your lips.

“I haven't lied to you,” his voice is a hum. An attempt to provide reassurance as he couples them with what he hopes is a comforting gesture. His fingers travel from your hip to trail your ribs, a partial embrace.

“Do you consider not telling the entire truth to be a lie?” 

“Have I shown you any lies? No. Just dreams. The promise of what could be. What I –,” he pauses, “– we could be. I cannot fabricate the Force, little warrior. Everything you feel tonight is you . It’s me. What more could you want? ” 

Your once-steely resolve is crumbling under the weight of his insinuation … "everything you feel tonight” –  the honey in his words sweet to your ears, you wonder fleetingly if he'd be even sweeter on your tongue. 

And he knew you, didn’t he? By his own admission, he’d seen your faults and flaws for months … your desires. And he had shown you promises, premonitions, predilections… a future of power. And if there is power in two hemispheres – one of sweltering heat, one of blistering ice. Which were you? And which was he? 

Together you would surely melt…

“No more rules, little warrior,” he sighs, “just the power of two.” He slides his lips across yours, purposeful, before capturing your lower lip between his teeth, nipping once before releasing, admiring the way your expression flickered from defiance to desire before surging forward, pressing you back into the wall as his lips capture yours.

He swallows your gasp, bringing his fingers to wrap loosely around your neck while his other hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt. 

You break from his kiss with a gasp between swollen, bitten lips. But he gives you no reprieve, his lips trailing to your neck, where he sets about pressing hot-mouthed kisses. Molten lava flooding the column of your throat, chased with the scrape of nipping teeth. Soothe and scrape. Push and pull. Give, give, give, take.  

You thread your fingers through the silken hair tucked behind his ears, tugging him from his ministrations on your neck and forcing him to meet your eyes – to see if the blaze of want you felt scorching your skin was reflected in the liquid coal, ready to ignite. 

His lips twist into a smirk at your insistent tugging; if he was at all surprised, he didn’t show it. His face the perfect picture of pleasure. 

“What would we do with it?” You inquire, “This power?” 

“Hmmm,” he pretended to ponder, suddenly scooping you, a brief lift as he crossed the short distance to your bed, seating himself with you on his lap. No concession of dominance; merely placing you precisely where he means to. To allow you to feel him beneath you. 

“What would you like to do, little warrior, hm?” His fingers flicked the thin straps of your flimsy sleep shirt, exposing your shoulders, leaning forward to trail his lips along the now-bared expanse of your shoulder, your collar bones, your neck, his eyes glancing up to watch your face as he went. “Make them pay? Take what’s yours?” 

His hands feel their way down your form, down your sides, along your hips, the skin of his palms rasping against the smooth expanse of your thighs has his fine-boned fingers make their way beneath the loose fabric of the cropped pants you sleep in, dangerously close to the precipice of your desire , urging you to move. Guiding your hips in a rhythmic glide in his lap. 

You gasp at his attentions, at the combination of his promises and the heady feel of his skin along yours, bringing your hands to grip his biceps – desperately seeking a way to anchor yourself. 

And if it’s his poison that will bring you to the edge, would you regret it? You were starting to believe you could never regret him , not at the feel of his chest pressed against yours, the toned muscle beneath your fingers. His sharp angles caressing your soft curves, replacing the lonely ache in your bones with the lovely heat of him, both his promises and his attentions.

His mouth was keyed and intentional in its work of you, with pressed kisses like flower petals blooming along the skin of your neck, followed by the scraping thorns of his teeth. Brutish and beautiful, as his fine-boned fingers crept to the inside of your thighs, rubbing along your clothed center, intensifying the ache you felt. He shifts your weight in his lap, causing your legs to spread wider, straddling him lowly as he tugs the offending fabric aside, guiding your hips into a roll over his clothed lap and his growing hardness. Manifesting his delight at the choked gasp you emitted in the form of a teasing little buck of his hips, guiding you down as he guided himself up, delighting in the sharp gasps that met his ears as he continues to sway you to his rhythm. 

“Desire isn't a sin, little warrior,” he breathes the words into your mouth, lips a hairs’ breadth apart, the better to swallow your moans. “What we feel feeds our connection to the Force, gives you strength ... If you know how. Let me show you. Touch me.” 

It was as though electricity was crackling, popping beneath your fingertips as you took his instruction and began to explore the expanse of his body, slipping your hands beneath his tunic to feel the silken heat of his firm torso, the ache within you mounting at the heady combination of the feel of his skin beneath your fingertips – so long since you’d touched another, been touched – and his hardness between the cleft of your thighs. Smoldering, low-heat burned along your skin and beneath your fingertips. Or was it his fingers that were doing the burning? It was hard to tell where he ended and you began, one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you bodily into him, an infinite loop of power and pleasure.

As you continue to touch him, you could feel it – his connection to the force, strong, volatile, like lightning striking the ocean – crackling and formidable like the man who contained it.

And Qimir – you had long since given up trying to determine if it was, in fact, his real name – rewards you with a gift of his own, the velvet rumble of a groan of pleasure emanating from his throat at your touch. A sound of syrup and satisfaction. 

Pleased that you could garner such a reaction from a being as powerful as he, you smile, boldly meeting his lips with a kiss, opening your mouth with a gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, to taste the zip of power that he had determined in his moths of observation was just you, a torrent of citrus drizzle, bold and sweet. 

Reluctantly, he parts his lips from yours, ducking his head to tug the straps of your top down with his teeth, exposing your breasts to the heated air of the room. And if your desire at the repeated rolling of his hips beneath yours wasn’t enough to do you in, you figured this might. Bathing in the celestial feel the press his lips to your nipple, tongue swirling over the peaking flesh. Pleased at the goosebumps that erupt now in the wake of his attention. 

While he continues to tease your breasts with tongue and teeth, Qimir guides his other hand along your thighs, slipping his practiced fingers beneath your shorts, delighting in the wetness he was met with, basking  in the jolting shiver the motion elicited from you, at the friction of his fingers rubbing along the seam of you – causing you to wiggle, to roll your hips into his touch. 

And oh, as he slips his fingers inside of you, your eyes roll back, tilting your head to allow Qimir to admire the curving, elegant slope of exposed throat – prey before a predator, gasping at the pleasure he wrought. Breathless. If you thought he was teasing you before, his fingers inside of you were their own type of mocking punishment, well aware of his effect on you and the way your cunt throbs as he strokes inside of you. You could do nothing but wriggle your hips, whimpering piteously and attempting to roll your hips to follow his fingers as they work you, as this crescendo builds.

“Say you’ll be mine, warrior, and you can have it.” he promises. A new oath. One you’d never forsake. For him, you’d never turn, never abjure. Not so long as his touch made stars erupt behind your eyes, not so long as his lips dripped syrup promises down your throat.  

Kissing you once more, golden and slow, molten and revelatory as he works his fingers inside of you, your thighs parting to accommodate him. His thumb rolls repeated brushes over your clit, delighting in the starshine burst as you reached your peak, a broken little moan that sounded suspiciously like the word “master,” passing your lips in a keening sigh. 

You regard him through bleary, closing eyes and the warm, citrus haze of your orgasm as he slips his fingers from you, guiding you down to recline in your bed, stroking your hair as he does so, lulling you as a lover would. 

“Sleep, warrior,” his velvet voice meets your ears, lyrical and lilting. “I’ll be back for you.” 

And like each night before that one, his figure slips from you… as though he was never there. It wasn’t a dream, was it? It was hard to tell after months of this teasing game. After his promises built so much only to guide you to this release. 

And in the silvery light of the jungle’s dawn, you awoke with that very question on your lips, met with the sight of your saber placed gently on your little bedside table as opposed to its usual hiding spot. You wake to the sweet afterache of something between your thighs, to the scraped marks of teeth along the expanse of your neck. 

And to the promise of something – of a future of power and partnership. If only you’d be so bold as to accept it. As you eyed the saber, you recalled the prickle of his Force power along your skin, increasing with his proximity. And by the time he arrived to meet you again, you knew what your answer would be … 

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[redqueenmiku]

Seedrian!Swap: A Master-post

Subtitle: Miku makes a cursed AU...again.

What is Seedrian!Swap?

Well, it’s an AU that flips species on their heads, based heavily off of season 3 of Sonic X. That’s right boys and girls, they be Seedrians.

(As a note, I’ve heard some people call male Seedrians “Thorndrigans”, but for the sake of simplicity, I’ll just be calling them all Seedrians. It’s all fan-made terminology anyway, so take it all with a grain of salt.)

The Story

Green Gate is a planet filled with a species that blur the line between plant and animal. This race, the Seedrians, are defined by their strong link to flora of all kinds.

For a long time, life on Green Gate was peaceful and free of conflict.

Then came the rise of a bad egg. Robotnik, a deceitful human “ambassador” from a distant galaxy, became a man of great power and influence in the upper crust of Green Gate’s society. This gave him the swing to gather an army and start a war against the planets that surrounded Green Gate. The war was started “in the name of all the trampled flora of the universe” and “for revenge on fauna for their crass neglect of nature’s sacred gifts”. In actuality, it was a scheme on Robotnik’s part to take full universal control for himself. Nonetheless, he gained many supporters across the whole of Green Gate. This cybernetically-enhanced army, along with the multitude of robots that stood with them, were known as the Metarex.

This, however, split the people of Green Gate into two factions: those that supported Robotnik’s bout for universal conquest, and those that found the war unjust and sought to end it. The latter group was small and greatly opposed, but they would not let themselves be pushed down.

This latter group would see the rise of a group of heroes bent on ending the war and restoring peace to the universe. These heroes built, in secret, a ship capable of deep-space travel and set out across the universe to find the perfect allies for their cause. Their only lead was a story of seven mystical gemstones known as the Chaos Emeralds.

Little did these heroes know, however, that Robotnik had also set out in search of the Emeralds, reaching the planet of their origin before the heroes of Green Gate could ever arrive. The Emeralds’ guardian, however, was not going to let the Emeralds go without a fight. In a flash of light, the Emeralds were flung across the universe. In spite, Robotnik and the Metarex stole this planet’s source of life, the Planet Egg, just as he had been doing to every planet he encountered in order to build up his own power.

Soon after this, Green Gate’s heroes arrived, nearly crash-landing on arrival. They were happened upon by a young girl from this planet and led to the guardian of the Emeralds. Together, they made a pact to team up, travel the universe, collect the Chaos Emeralds, and defeat the Metarex once and for all.

This...is Seedrian!Swap.

The Characters

SONIC

Sonic was born with the incredible gift of super speed, which he uses more often than not to show off. That speed, however, has been an asset in his and his friends’ fight against the Metarex. He uses spinning sweeps of his powerful tail to demolish his foes; attacks which he refers to as his Spin Attacks.

People have described Sonic as anything from brave, cool, and selfless to cocky, arrogant, and stubborn. Nonetheless, Sonic is a hero through and through and is willing to drop everything to help someone in need. He has reckless tendencies, though, which gets him into a lot of trouble. Strangely, he seems to be able to draw power from the Chaos Emeralds despite originating from a different planet. This is still being looked into.

TAILS

This young Seedrian, born as Miles, was born with a mutation that gave him two tails instead of one. This earned him the nickname “Tails”. He’s not a very strong or experienced fighter, so he prefers to support his friends from the sidelines with his genius mind and mechanical prowess. He acts as the captain (and sole mechanic) of his self-built spacecraft, the Blue Typhoon, and his intellect makes him a master strategist.

Tails seems gentle and timid at first glance, but reveals a sharp wit around those he’s comfortable with. While humble about his skills, he won’t take an insult lying down. He mirrors Sonic’s heroic nature, but not so much his reckless bravery. When the chips are stacked, though, he can tango with the roughest of them from the cockpit of his starship.

KNUCKLES

Tougher than leather with a temper hotter than the sun, Knuckles is the muscle of the group. His raw strength is tremendous, far beyond what’s normal for his kind. Under the right circumstances, his strikes can even cause tremors. Having grown up alone on the streets, he’s grown a tough skin and had to learn how to fight for himself.

Knuckles’ weaknesses, however, are readily apparent. He’s horridly stubborn and set in his ways and his fiery temper can make him a liability at his worst. Even so, Knuckles has a strong sense of justice and won’t allow evil to go unpunished...even if that “evil” is just Sonic making fun of him for the hundredth time.

AMY

Amy Rose, despite holding herself like a dainty young girl, is actually a force to be reckoned with. She carries a large hammer around with her in battle, which she refers to as her Piko Piko Hammer, and is quite skilled in wielding it. She also has an affinity for fortune-telling with tarot cards.

Amy’s greatest interest is Sonic. In fact, this interest is more of an obsession as she constantly vies for his affection (despite the fact he has no intentions of pursuing any kind of romantic relationship). She’s cheerful, optimistic, and unapologetically girly, but she’s also just as much of a hothead as Knuckles, flying into a frenzy at the slightest insult.

CREAM

Poor, young Cream was forcefully separated from her mother when Robotnik’s war began. All she wants is to help end the war so she can reunite with her mother again. She doesn’t have any real combat-worthy skills, but she’s learned a bit of medical know-how from her mother and, with Tails’ guidance, she serves as the second-in-command on the Blue Typhoon.

Cream has a bright, sunny personality and there’s little that can bring her mood down. She often provides emotional support to her friends and enjoys the time she spends with them. She also loves finding new, adorable life-forms on other planets, such as the Chao she ended up adopting on Cosmo’s home planet: Cheese.

COSMO

Cosmo the Cat was just a normal girl until Sonic and friends abruptly crashed into her life (almost literally, at that). From there (and after a bad run-in with Robotnik and the Metarex), she was roped into their grand adventure across the universe. She’s got nothing to assist them in battle or anything like that. She’s just along for the ride, whether she wants to be or not.

Cosmo is shy and tends to shrink away from conflict. Her social skills are lacking, but she tries to be supportive nonetheless. She desperately wants to be helpful, but her clumsiness tends to get in the way of that. At the very least, though, she’s trying her best, no matter what.

LUCAS

Lucas the Echidna is the sacred guardian of the Chaos Emeralds and their controller, the Master Emerald. Thusly, he has a special, almost psychic link to the Emeralds. He takes his duties incredibly seriously and won’t give up the Emeralds to anyone, no matter what the cost.

Lucas is a toxically pessimistic personality. The only thing he takes seriously are the Emeralds and he’s blisteringly antisocial. His only redeeming quality, it seems, is his unshakable desire to protect the Emeralds, which leads him to helping Sonic and friends’ cause out of sheer necessity alone. Otherwise, he wouldn’t associate with any of them...or so he says. Somewhere deep down past the thick layer of stone surrounding his heart, there’s a glimmer of a good spirit in him. He just needs the right stimulus to bring it out.

SHADOW

Shadow is an artificial Seedrian created to harness the energy of the Emeralds for powerful Chaos-based attacks, which he wields with great skill. His directive to collect the Chaos Emeralds often takes him into direct conflict with Sonic and friends and, because of their similar powers, Shadow and Sonic have come to consider each other their greatest rivals.

Shadow is a harsh, no-nonsense loose cannon. He’s rude and antisocial, always coming off as cold and intimidating, and his arrogance is potent and off-putting. Even so, as he slowly learns of the universe around him and the war he’s been forced into, he starts to gain a strange sense of morality, coming to resent Robotnik’s callous cruelty. He even starts to sense that there might be more to his existence than meets the eye...

ROUGE

Rouge is a rogue agent that, after escaping Robotnik’s takeover, decided to take the matter of dismantling his rule into her own hands. Along the way, she infiltrated the Metarex and, through that, met Shadow. As she constantly accompanied him on his missions, the two started to build a strange bond that eventually allowed her to convince him to ditch Robotnik and travel with her to find the Chaos Emeralds on their own.

Rouge finds joy in the finer things in life, especially including gemstones. She keeps a personal collection of precious stones and is always looking to add to her horde. Even despite her selfish tendencies, she empathizes with those displaced by Robotnik’s war and wants to bring the tyrant to justice however she can. Her tactics can be considered underhanded, but she’s a master of trickery and manipulation and believes that “all’s fair in love and war”.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy this...thing I coughed up.

[treias-world]

World Maps

The world of Treias, a highly magical world filled with highly magical creatures. It is home to all manner of flora and fauna both mundane and fantastic, here are just a few important world maps created to get a better feel for the actual planet itself.

Treias has two moons, technically, with one being far smaller and further away, estimated to breach orbit after roughly 16,000 years (relatively short time on a galactic scale). It has very little effect on tides, if any, and zooms across the sky at a much faster rate than its larger companion. The larger moon is to scale with Earth's moon, though a bit closer than ours. It behaves exactly the same, too, being rotation locked to that only one side is ever facing the planet.

While most of Treias is located on the planet's surface and within its oceans, there is a small section of the planet that floats high above the ground and, as far as anyone knows, always has. The Celestial Sky Islands mostly stay in place, with a small amount of movement due to some kind of combination of weather, gravitational pull, magnetic field influence, and just straight up magic. The archipelago known as Falter sits just barely above the ocean and seems to be occasionally pushed around by stormy weather, making it the most mobile of the sky islands.

The magic of the world seems to have two poles, much like thethe planet's magnetic field, but in a different location. The Core Pole is thought to be the source of all magic of the world, and is also from where the enigmatic Otii people originate. The highest concentration of magic and magical ability is centralized here. On the opposite end, the Null Pole is situated on largely Dwarven land, at which the very center is completely devoid of magic. No one is sure why this is. Many think that magic skulls just flow naturally everywhere, but the Dwarven nations in the Null Pole have adapted very well to the lack of magic and magical ability.

Unnamed lands in gray are just that, I haven't come up with anything for them yet. I've had these maps for many years now, and I have no idea how to actually judge the scale of land masses accurately, so I'll leave that up to interpretation.

[deconstructivesurgery]

hear me out Borderlands fandom. I present to you: my ideal little world that I'll be living in (long as fuck lol)

Rhys isn't a corporate asshole CEO. His attitude in the new TFTBL never happened. Atlas is a group project, with Rhys at the head- but he isn't some kind of overlord. His friends pitch in. Athena gives helpful anecdotes about equipment she used to find useful in the field to give him ideas. Janey doesn't work there officially, but she'll lend a hand when needed sometimes. Cassius was a great help before he passed, and there's a plaque in his honor on Rhys's desk. The people who work there are happy and heard- their only complaint about Strongfork is likely his habit of having somewhat idiotic ideas and being a massive dork 24/7. he wears sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt to a board meeting.

Fiona becomes a successful Vault Hunter- she lives for the thrill of the fight and the discovery, and catalogues everything she figures out about Vaults, the Eridians, and the beasts that guard the treasure she retrieves. When he's lucky, Rhys recieves bits and bobs of tech in the mail that she thought he'd find helpful. They might not always be close physically, but their friendship remains strong as fuck. Her, Rhys, Vaughn, and Sasha's friendship. All of them stay together at heart.

Vaughn sticks with the Children of Helios, and they don't die out. Some of them wander away with time and integrate with other Pandora communities, while others stick around and help him make the remains of Helios into a functional settlement filled with pacifistic people. People who can defend themselves, sure- but they try to stay out of the fray. He visits Promethea to see Rhys regularly. Rhys supplies the Children with shields, weapons- any tech they need. With the friendship discount- he can afford it now. They don't idolize him anymore but there's always friendly faces waiting when he has the time to visit (not often, running a company takes more than he ever thought it would). Vaughn uses his former accounting skills to keep a keen eye on the resources coming in and out of town, and becomes great at problem-solving for the community he's built. He never becomes a dumbass bandit enthusiast with no personality asides from the word "cool".

Sasha and Rhys may not work out romantically in the end, but she's not just GONE, and her and Rhys remain friends. They just had different interests- Sasha wants to see the world(s), explore, and find new things, and Rhys is happy where he's settled, making Atlas a healthy community. She travels between planets exploring the different communities she finds and having all kinds of adventures, getting embroiled in trouble wherever she goes- and writes home about her new friends constantly to her sister and friends. She's happy. Maybe she even works with Hammerlock at some point, fascinated by his research into alien species, fauna and flora!

They love each other. They meet up for dinners, and reunions, and they're happy that the others are happy, even though they aren't constantly at each other's sides. ECHO calls and letters keep each other close. Katagawa and the Maliwan attack hits Atlas hard, and Rhys loses contact for a while- but the others get there as quickly as they can, and help him clean up in the aftermath. Even Fiona and Sasha take a break for a while from their adventures to be there for their friend, who's company was so nearly destroyed. Fiona jokes that there's always a place on the vault team for him. Sasha says he's welcome to visit Eden-6 if he promises not to be squeamish about the wildlife. Vaughn offers up a place on Pandora, if he ever needs it. Them. That's all.

[yandere-sins]

What you need to know before the journey…

You were selected as one of the first humans to ever travel to Planet 59211, almost making the journey without incident. But close to your goal, your ship breaks down, and you are forced to crash-land. Alone in the unknown world surrounding you, you now have to try and find a way to save yourself as you encounter strange flora and hungry inhabitants. Keep your wits near, your senses sharp, and prepare for this adventure accordingly.

Open your map to check your information:

Discovery Robots sent to Planet 59211 before your mission have uncovered these information about the inhabitants of the planet:

Creatures of all forms and colors have been observed, giving no clarity about what can be considered animal or inhabitant. Some footage has shown humanoid figures, able to talk and walk like humans, but it is unclear how dangerous they really are despite the similarities. Depending on terrain, different lifeforms have made an appearance (such as winged creatures, armored humanoids, creatures with extra limbs like a second set of arms, etc.) However, you are urged to be cautious towards even human-looking lifeforms while exploring.

Planet 59211 has remarkable features, from blue flora to the orange rivers running through it. Among the different terrains are:

The Woodland, filled with lush flora and fauna, all surrounding the Westwood, the oldest and largest tree on the planet. Its reach is vast and beautiful, but dangers lurk in the dark shadows in all kinds of forms.

The Desert Wilderness, broken apart by steaming rivers of hot, viscous water, has little to no life in these harsh, rocky plains. But some damned souls wander through dust and debris in constant search for prey to survive on. 

The Union is the only considerable safe space in all of Planet 59211. But behind all the things that remind you of human civilization, what secrets are hiding under the protection of the strongest aliens. And what is the price you need to pay to learn about them?

The Frozen Wasteland leaves little to the imagination as it is plagued by constant snowstorms and unmanageable terrain. What kind of creatures could be hiding under the snow? Hidden from sight and hungry.

No further research could be conducted because all but one discovery robot sent to Planet 59211 was destroyed. The whereabouts of the last one is currently unknown. However, it is sending distress signals ever so often, meaning it is still functional and might assist you on your journey if you can recover it. 

Can you lift Planet 59211’s secrets and escape it in one piece? Or will you end up dead, kidnapped, or worse, in love on this strange planet?

[ Learn more about Alien! ]

[dreamyinception-world]

_Code Name_Access Love: Series Trailer

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making the right decision?

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For centuries, our world has been changed and developed. We have sought to evolve ourselves as humans, using our higher knowledge to be able to benefit the world and make it into a habitable and beautiful place. 

Each decade that passed, we were able to learn and explore new areas, build new civilizations and establish ourselves on a planet that we still know very little about. But, we were so sure that we could make it into a thriving world, that we dug deep, searched, created, and expanded our world. We searched for resources that could blossom our knowledge and allow us to continue to grow as a society. 

After discovering all of the basics of our world, we continued on with remedial things, such as entertainment, music and… other extracurricular activities. I’m sure I don’t have to explain much of that to you, right? 

Either way, we loved being able to experiment in as many ways as possible. 

We have preserved our world's natural wonders and resources, saved animals from endangerment, and told our children to not throw trash on the ground  with the notion that the land will become dirty, and that the same dirt from the trash you decided was better littered than thrown away properly, will end up in our water. You will poison the water, and then you will be a murderer. 

Ý̶̢͈̲͉͔͕̹̠̿̅́̒̂̃̃̒ọ̷̰̣̩̅̈́̑͑͠ů̵̥̦͖̪̲͙͈̭͎̠͒̃́͘͘ͅ ̷̡̦̪̝͈̦̰͕͚̾̈̋̾̿͌̈̏̂͛͂͠d̸̨̳̩̮̱̬̟̩̰͐͌̿́͐̈́̋͜͠o̸̝̪̘̜͎͇̦̫̗̼̞̊̍̈́̈n̸̛̳͇͚̺̰̐̊͊̈́’̴̡͎̞̬̥̯̠̘͕̳͙̿̉͌̾̋͂̽͝t̴̛̜̫͇̀͑͘ ̶̧̡̼̙̮̟̟͙̲͕̌̀͂̿̽̓͝w̵͔̥̖̱̙̝̮̽̐͜ͅa̸͔̘̯̖̚͠ṋ̴̢͚͈̺̝̭͎̻̤̂͛͗t̴̩̤̩̎͆͒̉̅̽̆̃̈́̀͆͑ ̷̨̭͂̈̿̓̔̒͋̈́̈́̓̓ẗ̷͎̏͌̃̾h̴͎̰̓́̾̃̈́͌͊́̄͆͘͠ḁ̶̧̧̼̯̬͉̯̜̯̙̥̀̈͋̅̄̔͝t̷͙̖̰͍̂̈́̆̒͌̈́̒̓̀͝ ̵̯͓̜̙̯̺̊͊͂̋̋d̴̮̏͝o̷̧̗͖̭̹̳̞̤̐̂͛̀͘ ̸̛͓͕͕y̷̭̲̫̭͚̱̠̅͐̈́̅̂́͋ͅô̷̖͈̥̫͈͌̏́ư̵͚͇̫͕͎͍̫̻̤̜͙̈́̆̓͑̾́͗͒ͅ?̴̯̲̝̩̈́͠ͅ ̵̝̺͉̱̜̿͛͌̆̃̊̾̈́́̈́͆N̴̡̞̞̤͖̰͓̠̩̎͌͑̋͐o̸̢̠̭̥̞̘̘͖͚̟̙̾͋t̷̡̙̣̍̌͆̅̀̐̒́ ̶̡̤͕̀̈͛̓̍̏͌̉̈́̒͘͘a̵̩͉͂̎͑͌͆͝g̸̩̬͓̙̖͇̅̽̈̌́̑̍̆͑͂͘͠ä̸̧̳͍͇̬̼͕̭̽͋̏̊͒͑̀̏͜i̸̪̭̭̣͉̩͑̌̓͛͛̐̉̕͝͠ņ̸̛̺̤̳̣̩̣̖͔̲̻̹̄̊͐͗͑̆,̵̬̘̞͔͓̠͔͋̽̌̐͠ͅ ̷͙̮̤͕̏̽̑̓̊̒͝r̷̢̢͇̹̯̗̰͈̙̹͇̥̓́̉̔̍̇͒̀̚i̴̢̺̗̪͖̿͆̋̃̆͑͑̓̓͘̚͘g̵̟̦͚̀̿̈̀̋͒̉͐͑̌ẖ̸͙̙͓̖̗̩͈͚̓̂͑̇̃͊̚̕͜ṫ̷̡̡͍̘̠̙̳̼̦̿̓̐̄̈́̐̇̐͂͜͝?̵͖̬͚͓̻͚͙̠̼̞͐͌

From the farmers that have planted and harvested the bountifulness of crops, flora and fauna, to fill each grocery store to the bellies of families everywhere. Transportation and trade have been able to allow us endless options with the dishes we can make. What could be better than a world as splendid as this? 

Maybe a world with cars that no longer need reliance on gas to be able to operate? Well, I presume we have that with our new eco-friendly battery operated cars. Because the emissions are bad for our air, so we have to make sure to keep them to a minimum. We don’t want our Earth to perish before we get to continue exploring it!

You may even be thinking about your fondest memory from when you were a kid. Traveling around to different areas of the world, being able to learn new languages and meet different kinds of people. You may even remember the first bite of food that you ate that was different from your own. How mouth watering and delicious a mother’s home cooked meal would be in front of you. Maybe it was similar to the one that she used to cook for you before bed? 

Ḓ̴̨̢͙̫͇̗̙̦̣̖̓̃̈́̾̾̇͘͝ï̴͖͕͗͑͊́̂͒̋͆͝͝ḑ̴̮̖͙̭̠͔͚̭̼͉̒͒͒̒̓̃̀͑̕̚͝ͅ ̵̡̲̭̟̻̪̿̀͒̔̆̄h̷̟̼̾̑̈͋̍̒͘͝ẹ̴̼͛͑̆́̀̏͒̈́͠r̸̡̥͕̣̤̳͉̦͆̈̾͜ͅ ̸̙͎̖̺͖̤̄̈́̇͆̄̕f̷̨͉͌ǫ̵̢̛̪͕͇̹̯͉̭̝̲͆̿̈̓͘̕͝ơ̵̯͚͗̓̋̒͆̓̋d̵̨̛̟̒̊̄̏͂̑̀́͠͠ ̴͉̫̯̈̾͛̏̈̓̽̕̚͘a̶̧̡͔̯̜͚͉͕̱̤͐͘͜c̶̠̝̠̥̗̦̗͖̓̐̇͒́̓̈́͂̉̚͝t̶̨̝͎̫͙̰̹̥̰̱̒͝u̸̟͖̳̰̼̹̰͗̈́̒̄̓̎a̵̭̙̹̳̣̤͊̔͛̍̅̀́̍͆̆͝l̶̢̧̨̺̠͔͚͕̊̐̌̓̈̋̂̕̚l̷̢̡̼͚̥̦̫͎̭͐ÿ̶̨̙̘͙̮͚̜̖͙̥͖̯́͑͌͌̀ ̸̡̡͔̪̝̖̼̭͉̰̗̔̈̅̔̚͘p̵͈̱̻̞̿̄̇̾̀̉̇͐u̴̡̖̥͍̫̰͗̀̄̓̂̓̓͌̓͜t̵͖͉̣̠̅̓̀̏̒̌̈́̒̊̀̄̈́ ̷̖̗̣̳̬̩̺̖̰͉͈̀̾́̍̋y̵̢̢̞̙̘̣͇̍ͅò̷̮̙͚͖̅͗̊̓͆̇̒ŭ̸̞̈̅͝ ̵̩̦̉̾̈́t̸͙͑͛̋́̆̓͋͐̾̓͘o̵͔̤̯͓̠̻͖̲̿́̀̈́̓̌̿͘̚͘ ̴̳͍͎̬̯͊̏̔̒̏͠s̶̟̙͎̬̫̥͌̏̔̎͗͒̑̐l̴̢̛͚̦͓̯̬̬̠̞͓͚̊́̔̈͛̑͑͗́̕͜e̶̦̊̎ȩ̸̛͍͓͓̠͉́̽̌͋̂p̷̫͚̗̦̍?̸̢̳̞̟̲̯̰̈́͗̈́̊̀͐̊ ̸̩̖̈͗̾̂Ò̵̧̡͎̙͙̰̇͛́͒̑̔ŗ̴̳̮̜̯̰̀̊́̍̄̉̔́̈̚ ̸̨̹̓w̷̛̯͖͇͙͙̙̱͎͇̉͐͌̈́̊̈́́e̴̤͍̭̣̼̫͖͍͗̃̊̈͂̑̚͠r̶̮̦͉͉̰͆̿̾̊̉̔͝e̴̠̝̣̹̼̯̗̎̿͂̀͛͐́́̚ ̵̨̛̦̻̭̭̏̈͌̍͒͆͂̕͘̚͝y̸̧̝̟̻͎̬͖̦̤̫͌̊̌͒̈́̽ó̷̢̨̘̲̦̣͍̪̙̂͌͒́ṳ̸̧̡͖̠̹͂͒͒̎̄̾̃̚͠ ̴̢̛̪̝͔͇͍̩̫̱̬͆̉̈̅̎͒͜ŝ̶͎̼͖̖̥͇́̇̋̒͜͝ͅţ̸̺͉̫̹̼̟̅̐̒i̵̛͙̩̤̺̻̤͙̫̭̓̈́̀̎̃̓͘͜͝͠l̵̢̜̘̩̲͎̄̏͑͘l̶̡̘̺̭̬̰͍̬̼͋̀͂̊̈͐͊̈̀͘͜ ̶͈̞̟̰͕̪̰̥̗̤̓̃̔͑̀̀̒̑̀̕͜à̸͉̫̼͚̟̤̲̠̥̻̯̣̇̈́̄͋̾͛͂b̶͔̞͉͍̦͉̭̤̗̙̱̬̀͊͊̎̄͝l̵̼̜̜̍̈́e̷̙̗̭͊̓͌̈ ̸̞͖͔̰̠͔̯̗̀̐̓̋͋ͅt̴̞̻͍̤̝̼͕̪̠̙͗́̿̏̒͛ơ̵̛̝̣͈͎̻̏͆̎͠ ̵̡͔̙̗̗̘̞̻͚͚̄͊̔̓̈́̎́͝h̶̗̮̣̰̺̓̐̑̈̍̆̕̚͝ḙ̷̟̺͖̥̔̄̆̾͂͂̏̏͐́̕͝a̶̟̙̤̼̪͍̗̾̀̀͆̓͑̕̚͝͠r̵͖͉̗̳̎̍͂̐̃ ̴̨̛̭̱͙̗̱̖͓̪͒͑̑́̂͋̈́͐͑͘t̸̪̙͍͓͙̓̅h̴̡̛͕̗̠̭̦̝̩̆̀̓͒̄͂̾̃͗͋̕e̴̢̯͔̬̳̟̺̙̜͓̋m̶̡͙͍͍̯͚̯̼̫͗̾̈́͂͑̋́͘͝ ̵̪̱̰̦̘͈͉̞͍͎̹͑̿̉̀̊̂̐̃̾́͜ẃ̶̢̧͎̤͓̹͕̟̪̗̟͗̀̍̄͑ͅh̴͎̫̤̲͇̆͗̀̅͛́͐̈́͝ę̸̮̱̯̣̠̰͇͈̖̔̈́̈́̈́͒͊̌͒̄͜͝n̶̯̓̓͊̂͊̅͌͘̚ ̶̝͚̩͕͕̃̌͋͂̚̚ͅt̴̞̬̖͙̑̉̓̌͋̓͐̽͗̐h̶̡̡̛̭̣̜̯̙̻̟̄̏̿̊̽̀̉̽̂̚e̷̢̍̅͂͑͐͛̅̅̔͝y̸̥̺̳͌̕ ̷̨̡̻̰̻̰̫͖̓̆̇͘ŵ̶̱͓͕̘͚̳͉̙͙̠̮̺͊͗̓̒̄͛̽̕̚e̶̢̧̛͉̺̲͕̞̣̱̱̲͔̎̇̇͌͐̃̊́̽͝ŗ̷̗̭̩̖̣̗̫̤̤̲̀̀̅̈́̀̈́̿͝ę̸̱͔͎͎͙̘͉̀̅́̎͐̌̏̕͘̚-̵̧̞̼̮̜͚̜͆͛͋̌̍̾̚͝

Ah, I feel like maybe I’m asking too many questions here.

Are my questions making you uncomfortable? I hope not, it was not my intention. 

→ No, of course not. Please continue.

Thank goodness. 

Well, I believe that maybe I should, to avoid any further discomfort, get right to the point of why I’m here– why are you here looking at me through your device.

Introductions aside– you won’t remember this unless you choose to accept– the world is beautiful but it’s not the type that you want, right? 

This world doesn’t allow for other people to fit in and function here. That’s not at the fault of you nor I, but it is simply the way that we as people have been conditioned to think and believe. Those who are not like us, do not belong and will not be allowed to inhabit the same spaces as us and be treated as human. 

Let’s just face it as we already have.

As much as the world would like to bathe itself in being the glory and beacon of life for everyone out there, that’s not how it is. People come and go into worlds that are either just as horrible or even worse, or they are the lucky ones. 

You received this because you are one of the dreadfully unlucky ones. 

I’m giving you a chance to have a do-over of sorts. 

Y̶͍̖̆̈͝Ǫ̸̖̯̲͚͔͍̹͙̣̈́̃̆͌͜Ŭ̷̧̲̯͔͓̅̀́̔̃̉̓̋'̵̣̼̯̙̬̫̈́L̴̟̝͖̘̹̓͌L̶̡̻̊͑̊̇̾̇̐ ̸̧̨͉͈͂͛̊͐͊̿͋̿͝G̶̡͍͔̯̥̟̜̲͈͖̀̊͂̕͘͝Ẹ̷̜͙͉̦̳̤̰͊͊͌͗̓͋̊́̓͑̕͘ͅŢ̴̰̥̖̝̊̾̍͌̊ ̵͔̞̘̪̯͍̞̲̥̌͌͋͒̍͆̈́̌̀T̴͍̟̆̎̾̌̑͐̏̔̕̚͠Ò̸̙̟̺̹̓̈́̓̀̔̏͐̒̍̕ ̷̩͚̌͐̑́̈̐͊L̷̨̟̗͎͇̯̐̃̍̏ͅĮ̶̘̲̖̮͚̲̮͕̪͇͗̾̈̔͘ͅV̸͙̙̱͉̲̠͆̏͒́̈́̈́͊̚͝͠E̸̡͕͕̲̱̣̖̘͖͚̖̊̇͛̒͂̽̐ͅ ̸̩̜̹̤̫̥̲͆͐̎̕Ţ̸̘͍��̮̣̘̦̜̒̃͑̿͒̒̅̊͊̋Ȟ̷̛̠͙̭͐̀̈́͗͆ͅĘ̵̒͛́̄͑̃̆̓̂̉̌͘ ̷̱̰͔͈̂̓̉͗̒͘̚R̷̛͉̱̈́̌̂Ę̸̛̗̭̱̀S̶̢͓̻̒̍̉̚̚T̵̢̢̛̲͖̘̥̫͈̹͚̙̑̓̈́̎͛̕ ̴̫̹̯̯̲̜̓̊̌͐̈́̎O̴̡̺̹̩͚̹̠̎̊F̴̨̳̖̮̞̠͈̩͚̋͐̒́͂̍̓̆͜ ̴̼͖͔͍̫̇̾̎͆͛͋Y̶̗̭̆Ỏ̶̢̮̲͙̺̮͉̹̜̹̿̿̈̉̋̚Ǘ̸͙͎̟͗̉̀̔̀͗̌͠Ŗ̴͖͙͎͛̐̂̅̒̊̄̅͠ ̵̢̱̳͈͉̰̰̞̩̺̍̈͛̽̔̌̅ͅͅĹ̷̼̺̣̟̂I̶̱͖͑͐̓̀͑̋F̵̛̛̟̼͖͖͓͆̿̏̋̾͝Ẽ̸̺͓̞̪̘͊̓́̀̓̉͊͜ͅͅ ̵͖͖̲̝̘̞͇͈́̋̆̊̀Ḩ̷̛͓͖͚̟̥̓̒͑̀̿͘͜E̷̖̭̲̪̝͙̔̈́̀͗̎͘͝͝͝ͅŘ̴̫̗̤͍̟͛͋̊̇̅̉̽̕E̸̛̩̥͍͇͈͐͂̏̑͑̅̐̄̍͘͠ͅ ̴̧̗̗̫̮̤̜̹͙͙͔̤͒̀W̵̥͙̜͓̼̼̞̺͖̩͊̔̈́̽͗͛͗̽̚͝I̶͉̼̠͖͍͚͎͐̔̽Ṭ̵̡̧̗̝̹͍̤̼̮̆̾̉̃̕̕H̶̨̨̫̪̭̲͙͍̥̲̆ ̶̼̻͉͎̗̤̭̇̿̍̅̂̊̂͘Ü̴͎͎̉͂̊̈́͠S̴̢̛͚͍͙͓̺̺̳̙͍͓̼̾͒̀̈́̃͂̕

We’re looking for the top of the line, most intelligent people in the world to work with us. Create this better world where everyone can be taken care of, happy and be able to live their life in peace– regardless of wherever it is that you came from. You will get that chance at life that maybe others deprived you of, using the utmost quality of technology. 

Ẇ̴̝͉̘̔̇̀̄̿̅̆̍̑͝E̴̛̼̙̬̳̋̇͊̈́̔͛̚͘̚͝͠'̸̗̺͎̱̭͉͇͙͔͉͇͇͂̅͐͘Ļ̸̹͖͈͕͇̓̅̕L̸͖͂̂͜ ̶̡͎̳̰̤̑̑͒̉̎̎̒͊̓͝P̶̨̳͚͍̞͚̭͖͈̍̉͘͜U̷̡̩̪̤͔̟͎͍̹͉͗̉́̽̓̀̐̇́̽M̵̧̳͇͚͈͈͉̦̤̾̅̋̀̀͜ͅP̵̛̹̯͔̤̱̄̓̃̋̀̓̌ ̶̮̫̝̹̭͒̓͂̽͗͂͒̆̀̓̆Y̶̮̭͚͇̫̠̙̻̤͉̹̘̓͗͛̀O̵̩͓͇͈͎̲̼͂͌̎͋̐Ǘ̷̺̭̫̦̽̉͗̇̎̋̿̽̈́̎͝ ̴͎̀̅̋͘Ẅ̷̧̬̼̖́͑͑͐̓́͠͠I̴̢͓͎̮͉̭̞̜͐̓͑̒͒͛̋̾̐̌͜T̵̤͙̜͚̮̼̂́͆͊̋͐͐H̷̹̣̽͌͒̑̓̉̈́͐̕̕ ̶̙̥̝̮͙̟͇̲̥̤̾̑̾̑͜Ǎ̸̧̢̯̙̘̹̋͑͌̕͝͝͝N̵͇̖̳̖̖͇͆̑́̓̀̌͋̅̕̚͝Y̵̛͕̙̯̱̻͉͛̅̓̈͌̍̌͂͝͝ ̸̦̘͖͑͒̅̂̈́͒̓̋͋F̴̧̮͓̝̟̖̤̟͇̼͕̾̎͗̊͊̚͜͝I̴̢͖͆X̸̞͑̈̏̿̾̊͑̐͘̚͠.̸̧̡̡̧̡͙̳͉̂̌̚ ̸̣͍̻͈̾͑͐J̸͈̞̪͒̔̏́͑̊̑͜U̶͚̠͇͇̿̌̋͂̿̆̑̿̀̓͐̅S̵̭̯͂̑̎͌͂T̶̞̱̹̱̥̯̱̪̺̘̝̽͊ͅ ̵̧̨̦͇̪̙̅̆̌̚͜͠ͅͅS̸̰̮̤̼̻̠̼̾̀͂̂̃͛̚͝Ą̴͍͚̯̦͙̺͉̞̥͑̓̈̌̐̔̌Y̶̞̖̻̱͈͍̥̽͗̅͂̏͊̿͐́̑̐͠ ̵̦̮͖̪̅́͂̐̒̅̓̈́̈́̚͠͠T̶̜̠̫̮̺̖̫͒̀̂̾̆̎̾͝͠Ḩ̴͔̰̪̦̹̗̩͈͖̄͂̀̿͜͝Ȩ̵̫̻̒̄͌̆̉̉̈̊̈́ͅ ̶̛͈̗̯̝͈̟̭̻́̈́͂̒̓̽̎̕̕̕W̴̡̼̥͍͉̠̱͎̔̽̈O̶̡̪̜̗̰̤͓̰̘̗̼̊̎́̇̾̌̏͂̓͛́̕͜Ŕ̴̹̺̣̱̆͝D̴̡̜̞͕͍̳̫̤͕͈̍̀̔͆͗̈́̎̽̅͗̓͜

You can have that moment you have been dreaming of. You can finally run away from that life that you have been trying to hide from. 

Here in our world, you are one of our people. Not a homeless person, a loner, a loser.

Nor a criminal.

The world can finally be yours and yours forever. Our perfect utopia. 

I-

Ǐ̴͓̤͖̙̙͋͗̾̈͛̏̏͐͠ͅs̷̨͚̤̑͜ ̷̨̢̬̮̳͍̯͎̹͙͔̊̿̑͆̒̾͌͊͌͘t̸͈̃̋̔̀̾̓̇h̵̲̼͊̓̒͗̃a̵̧͍͚͒͋t̸̢̨̛̲̟̼̖̜̆̑́̇ ̷̞͙̝͉̹̮̘͋̏̏͘͘͠͝s̶̰̦̣̟̤͍̻͙̫͙͔̿̾o̴̤̹̳̲̮̫̒̊͌̀̾̇̾̚͝m̸̫̹̭̮̮͆̏̎̆̒̈́͊̐e̴̹̦̙̳̯̻̗̠͍̥̋́̓ͅt̶̼͇̻̪̬̞̩̦̞̲͈̳͆̆̽͐ḧ̶̛̜͕͕̞́̑̊̈́̌̀́̃͘ȉ̵̛͓̜̃̌̈́̓̋̓̐͛͝͠ņ̷͉̗̹̈́́̀͗͒̏͊͘g̷͙͒̆́̏̽̅̈́ ̶̛̬̱̩͉̮͍̒̉͗͝y̵̧̆o̷̳̪̦͍̚͜ͅǘ̴̦̫̥̣̖̪̝̬̩̝̗͋̽̂̐͘͝ ̷̙̼̞̣̣͙͔̖̭̐̐͂͂́̿́͂ŵ̸̨̛̩̣͈͉̤̼̲̙̥͈̓͜o̵͔͑̕u̷̺̗̠̲͓̞̠̣͈̙͇͗l̷͍̦̟̗̙̗̹̭̩̭̑̋̏̀̓͜͝͠ͅd̷̛̮̬͙̘͙̐́͊̂̈́͂̇̂͠

J̷̡͓̼͍͍̹̗̣̓Ủ̶̧̞̰̩̓̈͛̕͝S̶̡̪̪̱̠̺̰̪̝̒̅̐͆̅̈͛͆T̸̲͔̳̖̗̣̪̬͗̃ ̸̲̗̝̣̝͔̎͘Ș̶̯̹̞̹̲̣̫̻̽̿̑ͅĀ̵̳̼͙̣̥͔̭̎̈́̾̔̿̂̋͜͜͝ͅY̵̡̡̢̢̳̬̤̠͉̤̎͑̊͆̅͘ ̷̨̖̺͔͎͉͉̮͚̰̯̃͠͝ͅỲ̶̨̬̙̖͚̤̭͎͓̞͇̄̑̅̿̓͑̓̒͑̚Ẹ̸̪̳̳̞̯͖̜̤̰̘̾̃͊̚͜͝S̵̨͉͔͍̖̖̼̈́͛̽̒̾̎̒́̉͐͊

W̸̢̧̢͖̱͙̲̤̮̩̬̑̑Ę̶͝ ̶̡̑̓̅̎́̍͘͝W̵̡̢̼̘̩͓͉͐̎͐͒̓͒͆͑̎͘I̶̢̛͇̫̓̆̋̀̓̃͘͜͠͝L̶̢̨͖͙͎̙̝̦̜̱̳̈͛̕Ḽ̴͈̳̦̍̽̿͝ ̵̰̝̠̪͚̊͒ͅD̵͇̜̩̟́͐̈́̇́͐͋͝Í̸͓̗̺̰̪̣͈͙͂̀È̶̺͔̪̓͆̎͂͗̈͂͝ ̴̡̝̦͓͎̪̻̮̿̐̽͝W̵̟̳͖̹̆̂̾͋̉͘Ḯ̵͉̪̟̬́͂͋̑̓̚T̶̡͉̮̈́͒̂̇̋̐̔̑̅͝Ḣ̴̡̩͈͔̠̜̯̝̜̣̱͛̀̐̓̎́͌Ò̵̱̇̃̏Ṵ̷̧̨̤̩͙̫̩̹̥͐T̶̯͂̐ ̸̛̪͚̖͙͍̭̳̌̈̆̊Ẏ̸̨̢̝̠͇̠̠̤͉̺̮͔̋͂́̑̋̈́O̷͋̀̋̅̍̒͂͜U̸̳͗͋̐̔͆̄

→ YES. 

→ YES.

→ YES. YES. YES. YES.

W̷̨̤͎̬̲̣͙͆̽̑̉͛́́͑͐͜ͅÔ̶̧̱̗̹͇̠̲̼͓̣̟̹̏̔́͋͝W̸̫̺̫̗͖̭̘͊͂

That’s wonderful! I applaud your eagerness to join us. 

Of course, you will have to answer a few questions, fill out our application, and send us a video of yourself. All of which will be left up to for consideration by our higher ups here. Although, I’m sure you will do fine and achieve great things. 

S̴͎̯̲̲̦̖͔̱̳̃͂̅̿̈̍̀́̓͜͠A̶̧͉̳͉̰͉̹̎̄̿̃͐̇̀͑̽̕͠͝V̷̧̳͖̦̤̠͠E̷̮̞̮̩̔͘͝ ̵̢̛̬̼̻̝͍͙̉̄̕Ǔ̵͍̹̥̫̎͛Ṣ̶̛̬̖̩͙̺̘̩͊̒̓͛

My goodness. Sincerest apologies, we’re having some sort of system malfunction. I can assure you this does not happen often. Would you give me a moment please? 

Please select ‘YES’ to restart and reboot the video program. Do not be alarmed, you will not lose your progress or place within the video

→ … 

It’s alright, there’s nothing to be afraid of-

<p>SYSTEM BREACH</p>

<p>Please enter code name</p>

<p>Code Name: Access Love</p>

<p>SUCCESS!</p>

<p>loading...</p>

H-Hello?

Can you hear me?

You don’t know me and I don’t know you. But I need your help.

Something is wrong here, the programming, the whole system that they are operating is wrong. People are getting hurt because of them. They’re hindering my ability to tell the w̸̭̱̹̞̓͆̃̌͠ḥ̶̛͜ô̵̼͕͔̹̬̯l̵̮̹̫̪̬̊̏̓͛͐́̓̚͝ȩ̸̥̣̜̝̰̱̳́͂͗̑ ̷̧̢̨̤͖̠͉̞̞̭̙͎̓̆͑̔̃ţ̵͚̫̜̲̯̝̮͇̈́̊̒̽̓̾̊͊̕͠-̵̨̢̢̤̟̰͖͉̻͙̼̫̿̉͐̏͛̆̄̑͘

I don’t have much time. 

L̶̢̢̬̥̟̮̲̀̓͐̾̈́͛̀̚͝ͅͅỉ̷̞̮̞͓̣̼̖̐̇̉s̴̛͓̤̪̱̯̔̑̈́͌̊͜͝t̴̢̧̧̬̺͈͇̮̼̦̰͛̊̽̽̾̈́̍̓̕e̶̡̯͓̩̻̲̙̘̙͖̼̤͛̒̊̈́̊̉̐̅̈́̔͘̕n̶̜̠̠̩̄͋̅̿̈́͑̃ ̶̨̨̳̫̲̥̭̞̹͎͒̋̒̀̎c̷͚̼̰̩͍̿̍͒ļ̸̘̰̤̩̘͉͛͜͜o̵̗̦͇̳̪͗̀́̓̃͊̾̚͘͜͝͝͠s̵̢͓̯̥͕͕̠̟̽́̾̈́̊̽̅̕ȩ̶̨̝̼̗͉͗͑͛̚͘̚͝l̵̡̖̱̦̟̾̓͆͝y̵̧̠̥̥̦̔̎͗̏̂̈́̈́͝.̶͉̤̙͔̰͙̤͓͗̈́̿̚ ̶̡̛͎̜͍̠̝̜͍̂̾̔̄̿

No matter how scared you may be, if you want another chance at life, to feel like a hero again in your own story– say yes to joining them. Do whatever you can to get inside. Find what is causing pain. 

Destroy it!

D̴̡̛͔̼͈̤̟͚̯̗̼͉̈́̄̀̽̀̓̚̚ơ̴̳̗̮͋͋͒ ̷̠͍͙̩̼̣̄̄̉̄̏̒͛̽́̀̚͠ẙ̴̡̢̢̦̙͓͓̼̫̏̐̓̓̚ͅȯ̷͎͎̗̺̓͒͗̈́̉̈́̌̍͘͠ȕ̷̱ ̵̹̠̪͔̥̬̌͂̍̍͋̈́͗u̶͔͇͗̏ñ̷̜͓̦͕͎̥̬̋̃͐̽ḍ̵̩̎̈͒̔̓̏̾̎͊̓͝ͅȩ̶̨͕͈̫̻̣͕͆̈́̅̀͊̃͒͗͛́̚r̵̨̖͈̖̪̚s̴͓̻̣͓̙̮̏͛̊͒̀̏͑̃͗̕̚t̷̞̜͓̹̥͛̉́͗̓̇̄̾̌ą̷̙͕̍̀̓̓͂n̶̛̗͚͚̟̬̺͎͊͐̀̊̿͗͘ḑ̵̧̻̼͍̹̬̀͂̍̀́̊̌̔̓̈̚͝?̷̖̟̰̑̽ ̶̨̤̳̰̫̓̋̆̍͐͜͝D̴̮̪̱̮̮̆͆e̸̬̥̫̭͎̙͂s̴̡̙̹̲̓̈̾͗͐̿͌̔̃̾ͅţ̵̧͉̭͚̺̼͕̝̾̓ŗ̵̦͚̻̮̇͜ǭ̸̭͎̉͗͜ÿ̵̪͎̩̰͖̤̗̈́̀̑̈̌̑͗̍̋͝!̸̢͕͕̜̺͈̙͓̃̾͊̓̏̀͗̚̕ͅ

You are the only thing that can save us. 

I trust you. 

I believe in you. 

Don’t stop fighting until they let you in. 

T̷͉̲̳̀͂͛̂̋̆͊̈̅̍ḣ̴̡̢̳̣̗̜͎͚̣̹̃̈́͑e̵͉̩̎̀̇̔́̏̊̆̎͗̊̚y̴̧̡̱̥̙͍̮̺̼͔̠͒̈́͗͊́͋͛̅͘͜'̴̜͉͎̖͈̫̻̊̍̔̈́̎̊͒̀͛̃̊̈́r̴̨̙̰̦̱͔͈̩͔̗̰͚̈͛̔̈́͊̌͝͠e̸͙̺̺̬͙̫͖͍͆̐̐͒̓́̍͂͊͠ ̵̭̠̰̮̐̊̐c̷̨̡̢̻͈̣̺̟͉̜̹̅ǒ̴͍̳͔̪m̶̧̤͚̟͍̂͛̎̈́̋̓i̶̼͍͖̓̌̎̈́̅̾̃͆̈́͆n̷̡̡̧̲̗͕̱̝̗͙͎̏̀̈́͆̈́̓̓̾̕͝ġ̴̥̾̈͛̏̄̚͜͠ ̷̡͔̭̰͕̝̥̂̔͑͆̕ͅḇ̸̜͇̀̉͛̓̃̃̄̀͝ą̶̹̭̇̀̿͒̋̓̈́c̵̛̬͖̯͎̹͚̿͊̈̆̇̈̔̒̃̈́k̵̯̘͇̩͗̽̔̆̚!̵͎̳͙̋͗̽̈́͘̚

Remember what I said. 

<p>rebooting system controls..</p>

<p>please wait..</p>

Okay, apologies for the wait. Are you still with me? 

→ Yes, I’m here.

Wonderful. 

All of the details for your enrollment and application can be forwarded to you and you can look over them and get back to me whenever you would like. 

Are you still interested in joining us? 

→ Yes. Please forward me the information. 

Great. It will be such a pleasure to work with you. 

Thank you for listening, glitches and all. We’re so glad to have you. 

Welcome to Sector 1.  

Jung Wooyoung.

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[galaxyshine24-7]

Predator Homeworld Headcanons

Been Thinking about doing this for a while, but I wanted to share my headcanons that I made for the Predator world and Yautja society and how they work. I try to stay as close to canon has possible, but with a lot of mystery and different canons about them I kind of had to fill in the blanks. Now these are just my opinions and if you have something different then I would love to hear.

I shall be using the wiki page to help me out a bit with things and if you wanna check it out here it is.

https://avp.fandom.com/wiki/Yautja_Prime

First is the location of Prime from what I found its a planet that orbits a binary start system and has a ring around it. I imagine it would have either a bigger sun them us or maybe two. Yautja seem to love very hot climates and it would make sense that its pretty hot where they are from. I also see them with maybe at least two moons that belong to them. Their planet is twice as large maybe three times has large as Earth. A orange and reddish color showing the lush green biomes and desserts.

Its home to three main biomes a dry dessert next to a volcanic land with flowing rivers of lava. Then you have beautiful lush jungles with lots of flora and fauna. I also believe they have a grand sea or lake on their planet and tropical islands and environments by it. Then there's the tall mountains with snowy peaks and scenic valleys below. Just like Earth I feel like Yautja would have many varieties of biomes for their kind. I imagine each clan with have a different feel and culture in where they are placed however they still hold strong to the honor code just in their own ways.

The weather on prime can be pretty intense with raging storms, and thunder and lighting. If they live need to water I imagine there would be heavy monsoons and flooding. They would have seasons just like Earth and maybe during those seasons there is a amazing aurora borealis effect in the sky. I have seen in many writings that there is a headcanon that Prime has longer days and nights which I agree with. I think daylight lasts for three days and night lasts for three. Yautja don't need to sleep everyday so they would get used to this. They are a advanced in technology and I'm sure their buildings are made to withstand the harsh weather and they would have accurate predictions for it.

Yautja Prime is a lot bigger then Earth so there would be lots to discover at the end of the day. Many new biomes and clans that cover Prime would make for a interesting story of someone trying to find them and record them. That's all I have for now if I think of anything else I'll update this.

[comeandreadawhile]

Introducing Ezra to vegetables goes well, too well. # We've created a monster # He won't stop trying to eat random plant life they encounter # Like a loth cat after some tall grass # Erza please those are not edible to humans # He's snatching fruit from the empire # Eating Sabine's dye plants much to her dismay

Growing up on the street hadn’t leant much to Ezra’s diet. While the occasional fruit could be exchanged for an errand ran (or through sleight of hand), vegetables on Lothal were harder to come by, and more-so to steal. Besides, without proper knowledge of how to cook, any vegetables obtained were usually eaten raw. Lothal’s vegetable crop left much to be desired when eaten raw. As such, Ezra reached the age of fifteen without many leafy greens to his meals, having no need or taste for them. That is, until his newfound parental figures learned of his deficit.

It had been in an offhand comment when inquiring after the boy’s usual meals, their captain worried about her charge’s small size for his age. That night, Ezra found vegetables on his plate. More accurately, he found some mashed root vegetable he was sure didn’t grow locally on Lothal, and sections of a gourd, shining with the oil and salt Kanan had baked it in, next to the slices of rehydrated, ration pack meat.

The boy’s deep grimace was met with the offer of trading the meal for a couple of ration bars and gifting Zeb an extra portion that cycle (and the lasat was more than agreeable to the deal), and Ezra’s distrust of the new food was quickly outweighed by his disgust for ration bars. It was a well-baked squash that created the monster.

There was a noticeable difference in the teen after that. He and Kanan trained more often, Ezra’s increased energy needing an outlet during long space travel. He ate more often too, often crunching on some green stalk or another between meals; soon enough, it seemed he was taking in enough vegetables to make up for his years-long deficit, and it was all Kanan and Hera could do to keep their reserves stocked when the former street rat was so good at sneaking snacks.

“At least he’s eating”, they’d say. It wasn’t as if any real trouble had come from their vanishing stores beyond smaller dinners.

Then it became a problem when Ezra started picking market goods he didn’t know, curiosity over compatible and interchangeable food items. Almost poisoning Hera with a stock loaded with greens lead to a conversation about asking a vendor the use of a plant before buying harmful lookalikes to soup ingredients.

Things escalated to eating random things planet-side. As time went on and Ezra’s taste for cellulose and iron grew, he developed a bit of a habit with Sabine about taking nibbles of plants he found on different planets they visited. As most grass on Lothal is inedible but workable, Kanan shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was the slightly feral teen was munch on plush green leaves from different fauna; most of the places they went didn’t have very toxic flora anyway. Until one planet where Ezra, Force help Kanan, took a respectable chomp out of a spiny purple stalk, claimed his tongue went numb, and took another chomp out of the plant while giggling. He didn’t giggle when he vomited a minute later. No one was giggling when it didn’t stop until they were back on the Ghost and Sabine jabbed an antidote hypo into Ezra’s neck. Hera certainly wasn’t giggling when the boy was finally lucid again and on the receiving end on just how not okay that was.

Ezra didn’t nibble random plants after that without asking first, and Kanan kept a healthy stash of crunchy snacks for the kid from them on when they could afford it. When they couldn’t, more than one argument had been caused two weeks into a hyperspace trip by Ezra snatching some of Sabine’s dye plants (rich green dried leaves or deep red roots for boiling the colors from), or ripping off unseemly sections of Zeb’s pet cat-grass.

It became another natural thing among the Ghost crew, make sure Sabine has paint, treat Hera with Meilooruns, make sure Ezra has vegetables. So on and so forth were these upheld the best the crew could even after more additions to the family came. Don’t touch Rex’s helmet without leave, don’t speak too loudly around Ahsoka (Ezra still struggled to not be loud around the Togruta’s sensitive montrals), don’t mess up AP-5’s system. Sometimes Rex and Ahsoka would look at Ezra, smile fondly, and reminisce to him about an old friend of theirs who loved fruit best instead, having grown up on a desert planet where plants of any kind were hard to come by.

Ezra got a partner in crime when they took in Kallus.

The former imperial was lithe and slender for his size, but upon seeing his reaction to the food he was given and hearing what an imperial cafeteria rationed out, no one was surprised that muscle mass was about the only mass he had to speak of. Ezra made a point to try to eat lunches with him—both to make sure Kallus was eating and to be a bit annoying—and slid over portions of his vegetables to the tired, beaten officer.

Between Zeb and Ezra, Kallus filled out to the size a man of 6’5” should’ve comfortably been. The free access to food found Ezra including Kallus in his snacking habits whenever the two had chance, and the two schemed together on how to obtain more fresh provisions for the base often over a container of some chopped veggie. The snack stealing still occurred, but while Kallus was still on thin ice with his status as a turncoat, he could easily figure out the base’s security rotations and pass along the information conversationally, and if Ezra happened to employ such knowledge to slip a small, hardly missed, armful of snacks for them, Zeb said nothing when he’d catch them red-handed later in the day. Kallus is still horrified to learn what all foreign plant munching Ezra had partaken in.

[corvidaenightcrawler]

Re-reading the 🍌 you did for me (again. always grinning. :) ) i noticed you mentioned your oc Argyle. Can you tell me about xir if you want?

(Is it the right pronoun?)

YES!! Okayyyyyyymwahahahaaa here we go. And yes that's the right pronoun but xey also use them and basically any 'X' based pronoun. Just for the sake of making my life a little easier, I'll just use the 'they' pronoun set for them today.

Argyle is an alien. A short creature with desaturated purple-ish skin, like a sorta mauve colour, and hollow circular eyes that glow a warm yellowish white. You can see their skeleton through their skin, as it is much darker than their skin and close to the surface, and there's a strange glow coming from inside their ribs. Their cells are nothing like any earthly flora or fauna's, but anatomically they are most similar to fish.

They're a lower-class category of their species, a near carbon-copy of every other part of their class, because all of them are grown in a lab from almost nothing, conceived then "born" as an adult within a week to be the most efficient they can be. They are created already understanding their purpose in life and who they are. Their species has gotten so good at asexually multiplying in this way over thousands of years that they've evolved to have no reproductive organs. Argyle is a little different. Both physically and mentally. Most of their species are created with four arms, Argyle only has three. Usually they only go by their numbers, but Argyle picked their name based on the oil-stained argyle sweatervest they wear.

Argyle was made not to be a fighter or a nobleman. They were made to collect resources, to terraform, to document anomalies and creatures, and to prepare planets and hospitable moons to be colonized by their species. They do the nitty gritty hard work down on the ground, beneath black oceans in heavy diving suits exploring the wreckages of other alien life that was braver and dumber than they are, collecting the vital resources from them and drilling into the ground for oil while simultaneously avoiding infection or the clutches of the planet/moon's fauna.

The few moments of peace they get are during cryogenic sleep or in their shuttle between locations and missions. Argyle is totally alone. They work all day and take orders through a television screen from the only other of their species they've ever known.

They don't hate this life. They're just frustrated. They know it's their purpose, and they do it well. They just want a little bit of freedom. That's why they love music. They sing, they songwrite, they play their guitar-esc instrument. They hardly ever speak but when they sing they just can't stop. It's their comfort. Nobody knows why it's Argyle that deviates from the artificial order their species has come to accept.

They're very polite but have a lot of willpower. Under their bored exterior they're full of whimsy, drive, and love for the arts that their kind has long since abandoned. They fill their mind with the musical and literary works left behind by dead civilizations, with their beliefs and their superstitions, with their pseudosciences that look charming and amateur to Argyle now, so far subtracted from the ages of romance and love and art.

I just really wanted to make a funky lil alien guy who was born to work but is in secret a hopeless-romantic when it comes to something as sacred and dead to their kind as art. That passion for things like art, writing, and music in the form of unconformity reminds me of you and your spunk, I guess. Their colour pallette also reminds me of you, I associate you with purple a lot. A lot of Argyle comes from myself so I'm not surprised there's a connection.

[thegeneralguy]

The Champion of Olympus - Poseidon´s Passion

Out of all the three realms connected to the earth, the sea was by far the most extensive one. An entire underwater universe lurked beneath the surface, with more diversity in its inhabitants than both heaven and earth. Poseidon was the ruler of that realm, with the responsibility of maintaining the planet itself in balance. Oceanic currents and tectonic movement were crucial for the mortals´ survival. The god of the sea had inherited the realm after the Titanomachy, given to him by the true embodiment of the sea, Oceanus. He and his titan spouse had given birth to many of the phenomena Poseidon had to keep in check.

But the normally boisterous god was unusually quiet, sitting down in his chariot heading back to the cold depths of his kingdom. The words of his brothers resonated within him. Could it really be possible for Typhon to escape? And more importantly, would he be able to protect all the creatures under his rule? Keeping balance was Poseidon´s primary priority, which made the whole situation even more alarming for him. He took the reins tying the hippocampi pulling his chariot and pressured them to move faster. He had to reach the Oceanic Retreat, also known as the sunken city of Atlantis, to consult with the court about his next course of action.

The palace was located in the center of the underwater capital, adorned with bright gems and bright colorful coral. The city was so deep under the sea, it was unreachable by Apollo´s power. But despite the lack of sunlight, luminescent beings shone brightly to light the streets and buildings. Poseidon´s chariot floated over the gates of the palace and parked on one of the numerous sea gardens, which were filled with creatures and coral normally found on superficial reefs. Triton, Poseidon´s heir, and most trusted advisor greeted him from the gates of the palace.

"That bad huh?"

He asked as soon as he caught a glimpse of the god´s grim visage. The muscular deity approached his son carrying his massive trident with ease, the muscles in his arm pulsing with supernatural strength. The strength to make the earth shake and the ocean rise. Both gods rushed inside the palace to his throne room, while Poseidon put Triton up to date. The young deity was eager to learn the ways of Olympus, for when it was his turn to rise to the throne, so he listened carefully every time his father complained about their extended family.

"How fitting of uncle Zeus to find a way to try to compete with all of you. But if what he and Hades said is right, then we have no time to waste."

"It won´t be so easy son. Our job is to keep balance, and granting divinity to a mortal can very much upset the natural equilibrium of the planet. Just remember where we´re standing right now."

The city of Atlantis, once a thriving metropolis of the ancient world, had fallen victim to the whims of a fallen hero´s delirium and a heavenly dispute. After being defeated by the patron city of Poseidon´s niece, the Atlanteans fell into despair. They managed to get the favor of the god of the sea, who granted power beyond belief to their heroic leader. But this human wasn´t meant to rise as a new god, so the rest of Olympus rejected him, and punished the city by sinking it to the depths of the ocean.

While Triton pondered on his father´s worries, they reached the throne room. A glowing golden throne adorned with all kinds of underwater flora and fauna was in the center of the room, surrounded by a half-circle of different chairs more modest, but still ornamental to symbolize the sea´s royalty. Poseidon stood in front of his throne and slammed the enormous trident on the ground, producing an explosive sound that resonated within the entire ocean.

After a couple of seconds, the god of the sea´s call was answered by the most prominent figures in the oceanic realm. A representative for both the Oceanids, sea nymphs and the Potamoi, the rivers of the world, were the first to appear. Poseidon´s spouse Amphitrite also arrived fast and took her place right next to her husband. Polyphemus came next, the representative for the cyclops who were all devoted to the god of the sea. The old man of the sea, Nereus himself, showed up next. His relationship with Poseidon was more like a truce than a hierarchy, but Nereus´ connection to the ocean realm´s mortal creatures, including his daughters, was a good reason to keep him as an ally. The last one to show up was Styx, the embodiment of the river of the same name coursing through Hades´ realm.

As the court of the sea assembled, Triton took his seat on the right of his father and watched as the gigantic god paraded his muscular physique floating across the room.

"As some of you may know, I was summoned by Zeus for an emergency meeting. It seems the original monster is trying to break free from Tartarus. Is that true Styx?"

Automatically all eyes turned to the river´s seat expectantly. After Hades and the chthonic gods, the underworld river was supposed to know all the happenings of the realm.

"I have heard some rumors, but Lord Hades hasn´t told me anything. Things feel pretty normal in the underworld though. I haven´t sensed any fluctuations within my currents, which are pretty sensitive for any changes in the realm."

"That's very strange, but the fates wouldn´t lie. There is no way they would fall victims of a simple rumor."

Answered Poseidon meditating on the river´s answer. Styx was known to be direct and efficient, seeking to form a bridge between the realms so mortal souls reached their resting space safely. It wouldn´t bother to try and deceive the rest of the deities, especially on such a delicate matter. But then, who was lying? Triton raised from his seat and continued talking, trying to explain the situation his father was telling him about a couple of minutes ago.

"It seems the king of the gods has called for a new Champion to be chosen."

"Is that true Poseidon?"

Asked Amphitrite looking at her husband with worry in her eyes. Poseidon´s days of violence ended eons ago, and she was worried a heavenly competition like the trial of the Champion was going to get the worst out of her husband again.

"Zeus commanded each of the twelve Olympians to choose a champion. As you can imagine, I´m very reluctant to do so again."

Answered Poseidon with a serious tone. The last thing he wanted was to put his subjects through another catastrophe, but something smelled fishy in the whole situation. He wasn´t keen on trusting his family, but the odds were too high. He had to assume the worst in order to prepare. Nereus rose from his seat, his long white beard filled with barnacles floating around him, and talked in a raspy voice that sounded like a shipwreck crashing in the bottom of the sea.

"You have to make a choice Poseidon. We cannot risk Typhon getting out, it would mean extinction for our kind. Your newfound love for balance will have to wait until this situation is resolved."

"How dare you tell me how I should act old man. Remember I am the god of the sea, one of the twelve Olympians, and your ruler. I know what is best for my kingdom."

Growled Poseidon angrily, as his trident caused the floor to shake with fury. Nereus smirked slightly, knowing he reached the god´s weakest spot: his authoritarian nature. No matter how he tried to hide it, Poseidon was infatuated by battle and carnage. And he was going to demonstrate to all the sea that the king still had the will of expanding the realm. A Champion of the sea on earth would create the perfect opportunity to take over the terrestrial plane.

"Leave the sentimentalism aside Poseidon. You have to make a choice. Will you risk the present´s balance to secure the future?"

Everyone looked at the silent god of the sea. Poseidon hated Nereus, but he was right. Balance is not worth it if the future is put in doubt. He had made his choice. As hard as it was, he had to gift a mortal again with divinity. Triton stared worriedly at his father. The advisor knew what his king was capable of, and it scared him. But in the end, the risk had to be worth the benefits. He reached to touch his father´s giant shoulder.

"Father…"

Poseidon then raised his trident, as a powerful twisting current propelled him upwards, going through the open roof and heading for the surface. If his brothers wanted a Champion, they were going to have one. For the sake of the ocean, and the balance of the future.

  It was a peculiarly cold day on top of the St. Helena frigate. Ltjg. Gabo Ramirez was making his usual rounds on the top deck, making sure everyone was doing their respective tasks. The young man had joined the navy in hopes of finding some stability in his chaotic life. He had always felt attracted to the sea, its vast expanse offering the peace of mind that a problematic orphaned child needed. Growing up on the coast let him escape very often to meet his secret lover. He got infatuated when he was very young, and his mother was still alive. She took him to the beach every day to collect different treasures like seashells or pieces of broken coral in order to make jewelry out of them. Young Gabo felt proud he was helping support his widowed mother.

His father was a fisherman, but he barely had any memory of him, because he died when Gabo was barely a toddler. His mother told him his fishing ship sank during one of the common hurricanes predating on the beautiful Caribbean coast. But even though the sea had taken one of his progenitors away, Gabo couldn´t help but fall deeper in love with it. As he grew up, money grew tight. His mother tried desperately to provide for her son, so he could go to school and do something with his life. Life pushed her to more desperate means, selling herself so her son could have a future. In the end, things turned out grim for the poor boy.

He still remembered the stormy night when someone knocked on the door of their little apartment. A tall police officer told him the bad news. They found her on a bench close to the harbor. His mother died trying to protect her son. His childhood ended on that instant, and he was thrown down an administrative rabbit hole that turned his life into a living nightmare. He jumped from orphanages to foster homes over and over again. He felt like the world had betrayed him, taking his greatest love away from him. The sweet child turned into a sour teenager, who caused trouble and mischief wherever he went. His only refuge was still the sea. After all that had happened, it was the only place where Gabo felt grounded and alive. After his mother passed away it became his greatest love.

After he miraculously made his way through school, he decided to leave Puerto Rico and enlist in the U.S. navy. He was conscious his life needed to take a turn for the better, so he was mentally prepared for whichever challenge the tough military system was going to throw at him. The problem was, he was not physically ready for them, struggling through the first years of training. A life of chaos had left him with a scrawny underfed body, which was agile enough to get him swiftly out of trouble, but not strong enough to face it.

He remained adamant on his decision, and he endured the painful years of training, swallowing his deep survival instinct of fleeing before he was entirely committed. Gabo was used to swiftly getting out of trouble, thanks to his more cowardly nature. But he studied hard, put his life on track, and was rewarded for it. Now he got to spend a life together with his love, the sea, watching its waves flow into the horizon. A blue paradise extended before him.

Ltjg. Ramirez diverted his gaze from the ocean and went back to realizing his tasks to their full extent. The frigate was on standby close to the arctic sea, between Greenland and Europe, so there wasn´t a lot to do. The wind outside was pretty cold, nothing but dark water and a few small icebergs in the surroundings. He went back into the ship to finish his active shift and get something to eat in the cafeteria.

"Hey, Ramirez! Come here, we´re playing poker. This asshole has been running his mouth about beating you all afternoon!"

Said Lt. March calling him to one of the tables, where some of his crewmates were gathered. The person running his mouth was Lt. Krass. He and March were Ramirez´s superiors, but they had grown to like the mousy kid. His skills in gambling were known on the whole ship and made his crewmates and some of his superiors very interested in testing his skills. Life on the streets had taught him everything he needed to know to be a good gambler, and he had a good poker face to finish his killer combination.

"I can gladly take all your money off of you sir."

Said Ramirez laughing as he sat on the table to play with the cards. Sailors had to enjoy every second of interaction, or else they started suffering some mental issues that came with the constant isolation and lack of new stimuli.

"I´m telling you kid if you didn´t look like a toothpick I would´ve beaten your ass for taking a week´s worth of salary."

Said the much bigger Lt. March in an intimidating way, but just with the right amount of joyfulness to let Gabo know he was joking. He could probably pick the small junior lieutenant and throw him overboard if he felt like it.

"Give him a break March. It´s not his fault you´re a dumb player. Besides, I´ll get that money and will take you to a nice bar with it when we touch land again."

Laughed the equally big Krass punching his mate on the shoulder. In fact, Ramirez was probably the smallest man on board. The 24-year-old barely made the height cut on the recruiting process, and although he had gained some muscle mass from the rigorous training, it wasn´t enough to get close to his crewmate´s giant sizes. But his appearance was what caused his crewmates and superiors to gain a certain fondness for the young recruit. He was the runt of the litter.

After a while of laughing at Krass´s dumbfound expression as Ramirez managed to beat him and take all his money as well, the boys called off the night and everyone was in their chambers by curfew. Ramirez laid on his bed feeling the soft movement of the waves rocking his bed, enjoying the sensation. He thought about his mother and the beach in his childhood, as his memories carried him to deep sleep, completely ignorant of the approaching menace on the cold waters of the ocean.

 All sailors woke up at five in the morning, swiftly getting out of bed and lining up to clean themselves. Gabo woke up agitated. He had a strange feeling, but he couldn´t exactly distinguish what was going on. He also had strange dreams that night, about a giant black whale stalking the tumbling frigate, whilst he watched powerlessly from the deck of the ship.

"Not a very good night kid? It must be that guilty conscience for stealing from your favorite superior."

Said Lt. March, who was directly in line in front of him. Ramirez managed to get a nervous laugh out.

"It´s nothing, sir. Just a bad dream."

March looked at him with concern. He really cared for the well being of his subordinates, and he was worried being on the sea for so long was starting to take its toll on the novice sailor. He knew the young junior lieutenant was very passionate about his work, but he was still inexperienced to recognize the effects of long-term isolation.

"Listen Ramirez. I´m your superior, but we´re a team. There´s not a lot to do today, so why don't you take it easy just for a day."

The young recruit smiled broadly at the big man in front of him.

"Thanks, sir, but I can handle work. I know what I signed up for."

Lt. March smiled back, impressed at the discipline of his subordinate. This kid was going to go far he thought, as both made their way into the small shower cabin. While they were undressing, Krass approached March and whispered something to him quietly. Ramirez couldn´t hear a word, but judging by March´s expression it wasn´t good news. Krass then left the bathroom, and March turned around to face Ramirez. His big chest was inches away from Gabo´s face, and his lower part was tightly covered by a small towel.

It wasn´t a secret Ramirez was into both men and women. All his crewmates respected his orientation and felt comfortable around him. So much they didn´t mind parading themselves naked from time to time, testing the young recruit´s self-control. It was harder in the beginning, but now Gabo was used to it, casually having conversations with his fellow naked sailors. He still enjoyed the show, only silently and respectfully. He has had few sexual experiences in the past, but nothing to boast about. Still, his crew was untouchable for him, the comradery far outweighing the lust.

March was another story though. The man sported an impressive physique build through years and years of discipline and hard training. His chest was very prominent, followed by a big muscular gut that was still a couple of inches behind. Powerful arms capable of pulling even the heaviest anchor hung to his side, and tree trunk legs supported the almost 300 pounds man. He was also a good head taller than Ramirez, making the younger sailor a dwarf in comparison. Even though Ramirez tried his best, he couldn´t help but feel a certain level of attraction for the muscular man. After gawking at his superior´s body for enough time, Gabo looked up to hear what he was about to say.

"It seems there is a storm heading our way. It´s gonna be a full day of work after all Ramirez. You´ll get your chance to shine."

Ltjg. Ramirez never faced an open sea storm on his few months on board, so he didn´t know what to expect. A feeling in his gut was telling him to pretend he was sick to stay under the deck, but Gabo was no coward. He was going to do his work and prove why he was there among those big burly men. He finished showering and looked at himself in the mirror.

His dark brown hair was neatly cut in a conscription cut, perfectly square and short. His young face had a scar on his chin product of a street brawl a couple of years ago, but his features still retained the innocent look that came with youth. His beautiful light brown skin was free of any blemishes. His smooth body had slight muscle definition, but more because of little body fat than actual lean mass. He quickly glanced inside the towel to look at his manhood. He couldn´t be disappointed because there were smaller dicks around, but he was nowhere near to someone endowed. He was more like on the average to the low part of the scale. He was feeling good and confident about himself today. Gabo quickly put on his uniform and rushed outside to start his tasks for the day.

He headed up the deck to quickly brush the floors, check the analog temperature measurements and check that the lifeboats were in a good state. People quickly mobilized after news of the storm spread around. The captain made a formal announcement during lunch, telling the crew they should brace for the storm in the early hours of the night. No one seemed to be too scared about it, making their usual jokes and talking loudly lie every day. Still, the feeling in the pit of his stomach was starting to bother Ramirez. He had a bad feeling about today. And as a kid from the street, Gabo knew trusting his feelings was crucial for survival. The nerves were causing him to barely touch his food.

Lt. March noticed the kid staring quietly at his tray. It was unusual for the lively Latin kid to go dead silent, so he approached and sat down next to him.

"Don´t worry kid, it´s just a storm. Occupational hazards. It will be gone sooner than you think."

Even though Ramirez loved the sea, storms were always a cause of anxiety for him. He was reminded that a storm killed his father. And worse of all, a storm was raging the night he found out about his mother. Storms were a bad omen for him. He turned around to face the rugged, but the concerned face of his superior.

"I trust you, sir. It´s just I have a bad history with storms."

"I assure you kid, it´s gonna be a better night than one with you taking all my money."

The light-hearted joke made both men laugh, as the tense aura around Gabo dissipated. He trusted his lieutenant. He saw in him the father figure he never had. They finished eating their meal and dispersed around the ship to finish the preparations for the bad forecast. When the sun started setting down is when the dark clouds started gathering over the frigate. Strong winds pushed everything exposed to the surface, and increasingly agitated waves crashed against the ship, making the most remote corners of the shell creak under the water´s pressure. Ramirez finished his tasks on deck and looked to the horizon for the last time of the day. An ominous dark mass was approaching the ship. Little droplets started falling from the sky. They were the last preface of what was about to come. The junior lieutenant went back under deck quickly as the slow rain turned into a tempestuous downpour.

He found his crewmates in the cafeteria as usual, but there were no games this time. Everyone was eating quietly, expectant of the first order barked through the loudspeakers. March wasn´t there, nor Krass. Ramirez assumed that command was having a meeting about the current situation. He sat down on a corner with his tray, unable to take a bite. All his instincts were telling him to run, to get out of there swiftly, so he could survive. Ramirez was fighting his innate fleeing nature. He kept reassuring himself why he got enlisted, why he was doing everything he was told to. He wanted stability, he craved it. But a part of him didn´t want to leave his past self behind. It was what kept him alive for so long after all. But he couldn´t go back to fleeing from his problem. And most important of all he couldn´t let his crew know he was so scared. Bravery in the face of adversity was a virtue after all. This little sacrifice was for his future self, and no one else.

The sailors left the cafeteria quietly. One by one they retired to their chambers. Ramirez followed his crewmates and was able to go to bed early as he didn´t have any guard shift that night. He zoned out for a while, unable to reach deep sleep. After a few hours, around midnight, the alarm made him jump out of bed and get dressed. He got out of his chambers to see all his crewmates heading for the upper doors. The hallway was lit red, and a reverberating sound echoed through the passages of the frigate. Ramirez tried his best not to fall due to what he assumed was disorientation until the entire crew including him were thrown to the side. He wasn´t dizzy, it was the waves crashing against the ship that caused it to rock back and forth intensively.

When he made it to the upper deck, his fellow sailors were all running to their stations. Many went to prepare the lifeboats, while others reinforced the previously tied up materials so the storm couldn´t blow them again. Ramirez went to his emergency station next to the edge to secure the supplies he was supposed to. The sky was completely painted black, like the furious sea bellow him. Rain poured down intensively, and an icy wind blew with all force against the ship and its crew. Ramirez was freezing, his frail body more exposed thanks to its lack of body mass, and the tempestuous currents kept throwing him around like a little leaf during an autumn breeze.

A big wave crashed against the frigate, making the vessel lean completely to the opposite side. One of the crates on the opposite side of Ramirez got untied and came sliding fast towards the terrified recruit, who was holding on to the rails on the edge for his life. He turned around just on time to see the giant box charging against him, and closed his eyes preparing for the inevitable. He immediately heard his name echo in the distance and felt a powerful pair of hands push him from the back out of the crate´s trajectory. Ramirez looked back just in time to see his protector Lt. March flies off the board into the raging waters below.

"Lt. March!"

Screamed the tearful junior lieutenant. His fear was completely erased in an instant, triggering his quick reaction speed. He grabbed a safety rope next to him and without thinking he threw himself into the mouth of the beast. The black waters of the sea swallowed him whole. The only thing he felt was a bone-chilling sensation taking over his entire body, as he swam in the direction of his superior.

"Kid what are you doing here?! You crazy son of a bitch!"

Said March in a mixture of awe, anger, and gratefulness.

"It´s my duty to protect my crew lieutenant! Quick, grab the rope!"

He handed over the rope to the more experienced March, who started tying a strong knot so the crew could pull them out. Their brief moment of relief ended in an instant, as another giant wave stroke from their side this time, separating the young Ramirez from his lieutenant. The crew started pulling the rope, just to get only March back on board. The big man immediately perched on the edge and frantically searched with his eyes for the young subordinate.

"Ramirez! Ramirez!"

But only darkness remained, with no sight of the young recruit. Meanwhile, Ramirez struggled to swim against a powerful current. He considered himself a good swimmer, having grown close to the water. But no matter how hard he kicked and flailed, the underwater stream kept pulling him downwards. The cold was starting to numb his senses, as he let out a last bubble of breath and his unconscious body was dragged into the infinite abyss.

 Ramirez then woke up surrounded by complete darkness. He was laying on a rocky wet floor, dripping wet and feeling breathless. He coughed a couple of times, expelling a good amount of water out of his lungs. He stood up, but couldn't see anything around him. There was no breeze, no sound, absolutely nothing. He was about to take a step when a strong voice made him freeze in his tracks.

"Lt. Ramirez. I´ve been looking for someone like you."

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"Those questions don´t matter anymore child. You´re under my protection, that´s all that matters."

He then heard a resounding metallic sound against the rocky floor and was completely shocked by what he saw. The trident of the god of the sea emitted a powerful glow, which then seeped into the cracks on the bedrock bellow to illuminate Ramirez´s surroundings. He was inside a big air compartment under what it seemed to be the ocean, and in front of him was an extremely muscular man holding a giant trident. Poseidon then approached the young lieutenant, holding up his chin with his strong hand.

"You will do just fine. Your potential is unmeasurable, and you know the meaning of suffering and the price of balance. A noble soul like you will be of great use to me and my realm."

"I have to get back to my ship sir. Please help me, my crew is in danger."

Said Ramirez nervously while he scanned the god in front of him with his eyes. The prominent chest was probably as wide as Ramirez holding both of his arms to his sides, with strong protruding abdominal muscles supporting it. He had the biggest arms he had ever seen, even among the famous bodybuilders he always liked to watch on the internet. His lower body was even more powerful. He was only wearing the lower part of a short white robe, with gold accessories adorning his wrists and belt. Two penetrating blue eyes glowed like the deepest of oceans, set as the highlight of a rugged but beautiful face. The cherry on top was a luscious chestnut-colored beard falling right on top of his upper chest. Poseidon noticed the way this kid was looking at him and smiled broadly. He liked his ego stroked like all the gods.

"The ship was spared. But that passion is what I´m looking for. A loving protector, who is strong enough to crush anything on his way."

He pointed his trident towards the young lieutenant and smiled.

"Meet me on the base of Mount Olympus in Greece by the next full moon. I will grant you the true love of my kingdom, in exchange for your loyalty and strength. I´m counting on you."

A blue light came out of the trident, completely enveloping Ramirez. The cold sensation was gone, together with the exhaustion he felt before regaining consciousness. When the light faded, Poseidon was gone. The air bubble around him started popping, letting water in again. Ramirez was quickly swallowed by the ocean, having only time to briefly hold his breath. Once he could not hold it any longer, he coughed only to find out he was able to breathe normally underwater. He also thought about how he practically was immune to the pressure of the sea above him, not feeling any strain on his body.

He took off his uniform so he could swim better, leaving him only wearing the pair of black boxer shorts he had on, and started exploring his surroundings. The light the trident had infused on the ground remained there and formed a path leading the young sailor forward into the darkness. After swimming for a while, he found the strangest creature he had ever seen. A beautiful horse with the tail of a fish was waiting at the end of the illuminated road. The animal looked at Ramirez, and he immediately knew what he had to do. He floated towards the hippocampus, and rode on its back, grabbing its neck as the animal swiftly swam towards the surface.

He must have been pretty deep thought Ramirez because it took a long time until he saw the weak rays of sunlight replace the absolute darkness he was in before. He could feel the water caressing his body, but it opposed little resistance to the fast creature and the young sailor on top. It also wasn´t cold like before, but getting warmer the more the sea horse carried him through the vastness of the ocean. He was fascinated by its massive expanse and could feel its sheer power pulsating through the water.

They passed all kinds of sea creatures like schools of fishes, dolphins and even a few whales. Ramirez´s connection with the sea grew stronger, together with his love for it. He was so enthralled by the fascinating view in front of him that he missed the sensation the stronger current was causing on his body. The swirling water quickly surrounded him, tying him to the back of the hippocampus and constraining his limbs. Ramirez felt a dull pain product of the waters slowly pulling his limbs and spine further away from each other, rapidly adding inches to his height until the formerly short sailor reached a towering 7 feet height. The pulling didn´t stop there though, as each bone grew to form the canvas for the muscle that was coming in next.

The warm water caressed and massaged each individual muscle, transferring the titanic strength of the ocean to them. The legs holding on to the hippocampus started growing first. It looked like water was being pumped directly into his skin. Quadriceps strong enough to crush rocks between them formed on his upper legs, with edges carving themselves out of the gigantic muscles. His calves were pulled apart and rearranged by the current until two diamond-shaped calves replaced the former toothpick lower legs. His feet grew even bigger for a man his size, necessary for the swift propulsion underwater. The growth moved to his butt cheeks, the sensation finally making Ramirez aware of what was happening to him. He felt a strong cramp in his ass, as both glutei raised further and further from the back of the sea horse. His underwear strained to the maximum under the pressure of the new watermelon-sized ass cheeks.

Ramirez watched his lower body turn into the one of a card-carrying professional bodybuilder. The sensations invading his body were too intense for him to remain calm. He felt incredible awe for the creatures that were crossing through his sight. He felt the warm and pleasurable caress of the water on his body. He felt the strong rocking of the hippocampus´ swimming. And he felt a crushing pain as the pressure in the water reformed his body. He let go of the creature to grab his stomach in pain. He felt like the water was suctioning each individual brick in his abdomen out, and he was quickly left with a powerful eight pack cut into his midsection. His Adonis belt protruded out of his sides, and his serratus muscles carved themselves so deep it looked like the man had developed gills.

Ramirez then felt the current push him from the back of the sea horse, and the sailor fell to the back watching the creature swim away from him. He immediately began swimming trying to reach it, but his newly developed lower body still moved clumsily lacking the coordination needed to move such a heavy mass. Ramirez focused all of his strength on reaching the hippocampus when suddenly a strong water current propelled him forward and he was able to reach the creature. He then realized he was practically flying underwater, enjoying the freedom of moving like a torpedo through the ocean. He swam graciously together with the hippocampus, both dancing synchronized to the rhythm of the waters.

Small whirlpools formed around his brown nipples, sending waves of pleasure through the man and increasing their size to fit into the new gigantic chest that was about to come. His pectoral muscles squared on the lower end, and then pushed further out inflating like two water mattresses. The water was putting so much pressure on his upper body the sailor felt his bones were going to get crushed. Ramirez was left with a herculean chest powerful enough to fight the roaring waves of a tsunami. His shoulders were next, as each deltoid inflated bigger than cannonballs with enough strength to lift an anchor above his head.

He then felt the current pull his arms so hard he thought they were going to be ripped apart. The pressure in his muscles made him wince in pain, while his triceps dripped and grew like marlin´s dorsal fin, pushing the former noodles to the sides of his body, and his biceps inflated like water balloons about to pop due to their sheer size. Massive sinews formed on his upper arms, and his hands grew massively muscular, wide enough to push large amounts of water on a single stroke.

He examined both of his new arms when a cramp in his back made him bend forward and scream in pain. He felt the water vibrating on his spine, spreading the sensation to every muscle like a flare. The upper back started extending and rounding up like a turtle shell, and the lats on each side protruded so far, he looked more like a giant T instead of a V. His back was by far the strongest muscle on his body, designed to propel the new man through the chaotic waters with ease.

The current then swirled around his neck, starting to choke him. The traps raised to connect to his ears and complete the growth of the monstrous back. He could hear his grumble grow lower as his neck expanded with muscle, leaving his head looking like a tiny pin on a godly body. The pain was overwhelming the young sailor. He opened his mouth to let out a painful scream when suddenly water flowed into his body with intensity. Veins started popping out of his limbs, improving the oxygen saturation, and therefore endurance for the giant.

Large veins popped on his lower abdomen, and then he felt an excruciating pressure pushing behind his manhood. His penis then started inflating, far surpassing the limits of the already strained underpants, which were ripped off by the strong currents. His newly improved appendage kept growing and pulsing so much, Ramirez thought it was going to explode. It stopped growing at almost a foot in length, and a jaw-breaking girth. It looked like a glass bottle that was hanging from his legs. His balls were next, inflating to an equine size and falling heavy between his monstrous legs.

Male hormones combined with divine power started flowing through his body, boosted by the invading water current inside of him. He felt a cracking pressure on his head, which grew proportional to the new body size. His angular face grew more masculine, his jaw broadening into a thick square, and his brow pushing further over his eyes giving him a menacing look. His nose then cracked and widened, while his lips plumped a bit more. His already short dark brown hair retreated into his scalp, leaving him with a short buzz cut. The amount of testosterone in his body was so high, his hairline receded a little bit. His face was then invaded by a permanent shadow with the potential of growing a thick beard. The rest of his body sucked in his body hair, leaving his smooth. His beautiful brown skin darkened a bit more. His pores then started producing a small amount of oil, that gave him a shiny look and helped him oppose little resistance to the forces of the sea, making underwater travel far easier.

The current then stopped forcing its way into his body and released his limbs from their invisible shackles. Ramirez started touching his body incredulously, incapable of dimensioning the change he just went through. He felt the raw power of the sea pulse within him. He touched his face and felt his young skin under his fingers. His scar was gone too. The sight of the new man might have been bizarre, due to him still looking young despite his overwhelming masculinity. Ramirez was so distracted by his new body, that he missed the waters getting slowly more superficial and the hippocampus turning around and leaving back into the abyss.

The sailor propelled himself further into the shallowing waters when he was suddenly greeted by the figure of a beautiful young man sitting on an underwater rock. He couldn´t be older than the junior lieutenant, although his presence and demeanor felt older than civilization itself. His long hair flowed along with the current, glistening with silver light. He had the carved body of an Olympic swimmer, with defined and strong limbs made to love underwater and a very wide back developed from physical activity in the sea. He was also completely smooth, the only hair on his body remaining on his head, eyebrows, and long eyelashes. He beamed a white smile as radiant as the sun at the stranger.

Ramirez approached the young Adonis with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Even though his sexual experience was limited, he was very familiar with the feelings of lust invading his body. Only this time, they were overwhelmingly strong, almost clouding his entire conscience. The man got up from the rock and touched Gabo´s muscular chest.

"Father was right, you turned out better than expected."

He had a melodious hypnotic voice almost too beautiful to be coming out of a hunk like him. Ramirez looked down at the man caressing his body. His knees shook nervously, while he let himself be seduced by the apparition before him. But something in his mind suddenly snapped. He felt the pressure from before again, only this time inside his thoughts as if the water was rinsing the old cowardly nature of the sailor. For some reason, the situation didn´t feel right. He was the one supposed to be doing the seduction, not the other way around.

He took the young man from his legs and pulled him close to his body raising him to his same height. He then proceeded to passionately make out with the stud, both their tongues dancing in each other's mouth. Ramirez felt like sea spume was filling his head, making it harder and harder to focus. He started losing his grip on reality. Like waves carving and molding the strong rocks underneath, the magical power carved out a new man out of the young sailor. More and more dominance asserted itself into his persona, replacing the old more submissive nature. His body language was a dead giveaway of what was happening in his mind.

The sea hunk noticed how his lover´s kiss started to grow more aggressive, invading his mouth with a strong tongue. His big hands started squeezing the young man´s ass, ways of pleasuring a person during sex being engraved in his memory. Years of experience pushed their way into the new man, his face growing more rugged with lines of age and his body gaining more thickness that comes with years of labor. His giant manhood was already grown at full mast, stroking the cheeks of his prey like a sea serpent just before attacking and spreading his self-produced oil on his skin. The young man then guided the hard rod to the entrance of his body, pushing down ever so slightly to get the head in.

The hunk had been with many lovers before, but this was still considered to be a very big phallus. He carefully slid down in order to accommodate the muscular man´s size inside of him. Ramirez kept fighting the tide inside his head. He was scared of changing, of letting go of who he was. A part of him still wanted to flee and pretend none of this had happened. But remembering his hometown beach stopped his train of thought. He remembered the beautiful waters shining in the sunlight, of all the creatures dependent on them, from little crabs on the beach to the big metropolis of the world. The ocean´s ecosystem was the most important one in the world, and it had to be protected. The love he felt for the sea turned into a massive tidal wave inside of him that finally broke down all his mental barriers and completely dragged his old personality out of existence. He didn´t have to flee anymore, he possessed the strength to break the earth and part the ocean. He could destroy anything that got in his way of protecting what he loved.

Ltjg. Gabo Ramirez was reborn in the form of Gabriel, the name his mother had originally given him, and the new protector of the sea. The last bits of his personality evaporating like the sea breeze under the scorching sun. His young lover watched in awe as the eyes of the titan started to glow, and a deep blue color washed his former brown irises away. Once his manhood had entered the hunk completely, he started thrusting back and forth with the strength to shake the earth. He was a god among men, and he had the right to be pleased. Still, he liked to share the pleasure with his lovers, and care for them. He liked feeling like the strong protector he was born to be. The young sea hunk smiled broadly knowing the transformation was complete, and let himself be completely dominated and pleased by the titan inside of him.

 The sun was already setting when Gabriel came out of the warm waters. He wasn´t in the frosty northern sea anymore but the warm coasts of southern Greece. He was only wearing the bikini strap the young hunk had given him once they parted ways, along with a kiss and the promise of meeting him again. Gabriel looked at the vast sea before him and smiled. He was going to do whatever it took to protect his new home. He was going to honor his Lord´s will by conquering and crushing anything in his way. He still had a couple of days before the full moon, which should be enough to get to Mount Olympus. He then thought about all the life and all the pleasure he could have on his way. He was going to bless a lot of mortals with his sexual prowess. He took one last deep breath before heading inland, his nostrils filling with the salty smell of the sea breeze along with his own radiating masculine scent, his skin shimmering under the setting sun. The giant then disappeared into the prairie, ready for whatever challenge the world may throw at him.

In the distance sitting next to a cliff was Nereus, watching the newly chosen one walk towards his destiny. He found the Olympians obnoxious, but he had to admit they did a pretty fine handiwork. The new man looked like he jumped out of a perverted fever dream, with enough power to shatter the earth with each step.

"He really does feel like he looks, father."

A joyful voice said on the back. Nereus turned around to see his own son Nerites staring playfully at him. The young god loved to play around but was filled with respect for his father. The beautiful merman smiled broadly at the old man, who gave him an approving nod.

"Well done son. I knew Poseidon needed a little push. I´m glad to see his opus got your sign of approval."

"It´s going to be an interesting time after all. Life is just fun."

Said Nerites enthusiastically as both gods stared into the distance wondering about the Olympian´s intricate rivalries and plots in the sky.

[alison-anonymous]

flawsome bandits pt. 6 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Truth

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A FLASHBACK. It is set in the past, and you will now all get to understand why those awful cliffhangers were a necessary part of this story ;) Feel free to gawk in the comments section if you wish, but I have many more plans for this story! I think I’m going to even continue it on past the movie plot line too! I love you all my darlings, thank you for your patience. Next update might come a little slower due to the whole corona virus thing. Stay safe!

Warnings - Flufffffffff

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It was a beautiful day in another world, far, far away from the one we know. 

The sun was shining high in the sky, smiling down on the exotic loop-de-loops, flora, and fauna. Critters fluttered about the land, most of them average and just going about their days. But if you looked very closely and kept your eyelids peeled, you could see an electric blue blur zipping through the fields. Behind the blur, not too far away from its tail, was another blur, only it was an icy blue color, just a pinch away from being white.

The two zipped throughout the island, and you could just barely hear a soft little tune coming from the electric ice blur as it raced after its friend. 

Ah~, ah~. High and low, then high and low again. The song echoed softly over the hills, almost as if it were being intentionally silent, trying to suppress its full abilities of vocal range. The two balls of light zipped through the blades of grass, flying through loop-de-loops and racing past the echidnas until they finally burst through the door of a tiny little hit in the trees. They hit the very tall, very beautiful owl that had been sleeping on her perch with a start, and finally slowed down to a stop on the ground, revealing two hedgehogs. One was a bright electric blue with a set of the most dreamiest green eyes you had ever seen. He wore a pair of white gloves and some very worn out tennis shoes on his feet, an excited smile never leaving his face. His quills here spiky and brushed out of his face, but posed as a threat to anyone who got too close. The other one had a gorgeous icy blue coat on her. Her eyes were a bright e/c and her smile could make anyone fall in love. She had some of the softest quills anyone had ever seen, falling back onto her head in what any human would have mistaken as her hair. Two gold piercings were embedded on her left ear, and she sported the same pair of white gloves and a slightly smaller pair of shoes that the boy did.

They were very young, barely teenagers. 

“Ha! I beat you again, N/n!” The blue hedgehog taunted, sauntering around in circles around his friend. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, watching with close eyes as he walked around her.

“I’ll beat you one day, Sonic.” She spoke confidently. 

The young Sonic stopped and stared at her for a moment. Eventually she grew uncomfortable under his stare, waiting for him to say something. Finally, he lowered his eyelids, a sly smirk crossing his lips. Her eyes widened. She was in trouble now.

“Oh, really?” 

Y/n watched with fearful eyes as he advanced on her, like a cat stalking his prey. With every step he took, she took one back, her strong and confident facade crumbling until he finally sprang over to her. He grabbed her face surprisingly gently and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She let out a shriek, not being able to control the giggle that erupted from her as she pushed him away.

“Sonic!” She rubbed her cheek, attempting to get away from him but he was quick to grab her wrist, pulling her back into him where he kissed her other cheek again. She yelped again, both cheeks burning a bright red as his laughter filled the air. 

“Stop it!” Y/n laughed. It wasn’t too long before Longclaw’s laughter mingled with theirs. The two young hedgehogs turned back to their mentor, not even noticing that they were still holding hands. The owl’s smile slowly fell and was replaced with a stern expression.

“You two need to be more careful, running around like that! What if someone had seen you?” She glanced from Sonic to Y/n. “Or heard you?”

“No one saw us,” Sonic dismissed. “And Y/n’s been working on keeping her vocal telekawhatever under wraps-”

“Telekinesis,” Y/n corrected, her pitchy voice sounded a bit congested. “But he’s right! I was barely even singing that loud! I’ve almost gotten to the point where I can hum and still have the same effect!” She smiled proudly. Longclaw had found Sonic and Y/n in two different places at two different times, both with their own set of insanely powerful and unique abilities. Sonic was born with incredible powers that granted him super speed in every aspect of his being that became supercharged with his emotions. Y/n was born with what Longclaw had identified as vocal telekinesis. She had abnormally strong vocal chords, so much so that whenever she sang, she could move whatever she focused on. So far they had only been able to help her carry herself as a booster in order to keep up with Sonic when she was running, but they had been able to get her to lift a flower or orange here and there.

“And besides, I wanted to bring you this,” Sonic shot the owl the most adorable smile you can imagine, whipping an exotic flower out from underneath his quills. A smile began to form under Longclaw’s beak as she leaned forward to take it. Something moved out of her peripheral vision.

“Get down!” She cried, leaping forward and sweeping the two hedgehogs into her wings, slamming the door shut with her back just as the echidna tribe shot at the door. Y/n and Sonic clutched on to one another in fear, Y/n burying her face inside of her friend’s chest in fear. He held her closer to his racing chest, glancing around frantically as the guilt began to set in. They had led them here. They weren’t careful enough. The one time that they weren’t cautious and were just trying to have a kind hearted race was the time that they got caught. Longclaw was quick to tuck the little hedgehog’s under her wing as she burst out the window, flying high up in the sky, determination set in her eyes to get her children away from the danger. Unfortunately, the echidnas had very good coordination, as they sank one of their arrows straight into her rib. She let out a cry in pain, crashing onto the ground, hidden behind some trees. 

Y/n and Sonic tumbled out of her grasp, and once Sonic regained his balance, his first instinct was to grab onto Y/n. It was out of fear that if he wasn’t touching her that he might lose her to the ones that wanted their powers. Longclaw was quick to recover, ushering the two behind her as she pulled out a single bag with a handmade label on it reading “emergency.” Sonic and Y/n glanced worriedly at one another. 

“Listen carefully you two,” she struggled for breath. “You both have powers unlike anything that I have ever seen. And that means that someone is always going to want them. The only way to stay safe is to stay hidden.” The two watched as she threw one of the golden rings, opening a portal to some strange, dark forest. Y/n’s heart began to race, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she realized just what exactly was going on here. “This land is far away from here, somewhere where you two will be safe. Stay with each other, combined you two will be safe.” 

Sonic’s hand slowly found its way to Y/n’s, and this time she didn’t pull away. Longclaw handed the sack of rings to Sonic. 

“But we don’t want to leave you!” He protested.

“You must-” Longclaw was interrupted by the sounds of yelling, the echidna tribe fresh on their trail. “If either of you are ever discovered, use one. Never stop running. Now go!” She used her wing to push the two towards the portal. With one last tearful glance at their foster mother, Sonic tugged Y/n with him through into the dark woods. They turned back just in time to see Longclaw spread her wings out before the echidnas, trying to protect them from view. 

“Longclaw!” Y/n screamed, ripping her hand out of Sonic’s and racing towards the only mother she had ever known. Longclaw turned her head at the sound of the voice, a small smile lining her beak.

“Goodbye, Y/n.” 

“NO!” She screamed, running into the portal just as it dissipated. She stumbled on her feet, crashing onto the ground. Sonic zipped over to his best friend and sat down on the ground next to her, the bag of rings still firmly grasped in his hand. His gaze met Y/n’s just as the dam broke and the tears began cascading down her face. 

“H-hey,” Sonic stuttered, not being used to seeing her cry. She sobbed, tilting her head towards the ground as her body naturally leaned in towards him. At such a young age, neither of them were having a very easy time processing that they were now completely and entirely on their own. 

They only had each other now.

Sonic’s own emerald eyes filled with tears as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest, hoping she couldn’t sense how much it was racing. “It’ll be okay… we’ll figure it out.” 

Her sobbing slowed a little at his words, wrapping her own arms around his torso and giving him a hug. They stayed like that for a very long time...

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It had taken quite a while for Sonic and Y/n to grow accustomed to their new home. Since they were barely used to having to fend for themselves, even with Y/n’s competencies and Sonic’s ability to see the light in every situation, it wasn’t too long before they got discovered on the first planet Longclaw had sent them to. So, they went to another one.

And another one…

And… another one.

Until they finally came to a stop at the one they were on now. It was some sort of water based planet, where the grass was blue and the weeping willow trees were made of suspended particles of h2o. It wasn’t exactly the best planet for the two to be living on in order to practice their powers (they were growing with every year that passed), but they made do with what they had. The two hedgehogs were now around eleven years old, and they had already taught themselves how to build a shelter, how to find food, do chores, and ultimately protect themselves during the night. For the first couple of weeks, they had slept in shifts to keep an eye out for any predators that might come breaking down their wooden door. 

Maybe it was some PTSD from the echidna attack, but Y/n was the one who always had a horrible time sleeping, so she took most of the shifts. Out of “lack of materials”, Sonic had convinced Y/n that it would be easier for them to just share a bed, plus it made more room in their home to live. It was a bit uneasy at first, the tension in the air so thick that even a knife would have a difficult time cutting it. They had laid awake, just staring at each other until Y/n finally began to giggle and rolled onto her back. He did the same and by the morning light, they were in a tangle of limbs and leaf-sewn blankets. It turned out that Sonic moved quite a lot in his sleep, so when Y/n woke up with his arms wrapped securely around her, it was quite the pleasant surprise.

Honestly, to any other person that could have met these two, they would have easily mistaken them as a couple. From the way that even though they were opposite genders, they were able to work so perfectly. They switched on and off with cooking or finding food that they would eat for the night, and they helped each other train by imitating things that Longclaw used to say to them. Sometimes it helped them feel like she was still there… 

But besides the whole sleeping thing and spending all of their time together, the second Y/n asked Sonic for something or even was just about to suggest that they do something, he was always entirely on board. She didn’t even have to finish her sentence in order for him to be on board. She was all that he had, and he was all that she had.

Secretly, Sonic just could never find it in him to say no to her. With those gorgeous, dreamy eyes and bright smile, the way that her laugh made his heart melt, she was just so-

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. He wasn’t in love with her. There was no possible way!

She wasn’t like his sister, of course not! Y/n was more like… the insanely pretty girl that he lived with. God damnit.

Even though Y/n tried to convince herself of the exact same thing, she couldn’t help but notice that she felt differently about Sonic than anyone else she had met. No matter how many hours she spent with him, she never got tired of it. Things were always interesting whenever they were together because they both had a knack for the unusual adventures. He was always showering her with compliments (even when she tried to reciprocate he would always just turn up the heat), and he was just so sweet to her. He wasn’t too bad to look at either, if you get what I mean ;) 

As time progressed, the two grew closer, their bond knitting tighter together with every day. They had made some enemies along the way, and those enemies taught them that not every person is as good as they may seem. So they tried to stick to themselves as much as they could. It took a very long time for them to get over Longclaw as well, each day being a little bit harder to get through once the memory floated across their brains. But they knew that as long as they had each other, they would be okay.

They could run for as long as they wanted to.

But at least they’d never be alone.

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It was a rainy day when something horrible happened. 

Sonic was at home, goofing off as he listened to some music playing through a set of water speakers he had stolen from someone by the ocean. He was deep in the music, creating his own dance moves as he went along, bobbing his head to the beat. It was only when the door to their home burst open and a very frazzled looking Y/n slammed it shut that he turned off the speakers. 

“Hey, N/n,” he greeted, but his happiness slowly faded as he realized she was trembling. The ice blue hedgehog hadn’t moved from her position by the door, gloved hand still placed firmly on the doorknob as her eyes peered through the slight curtain covering the window next to the door. Her tail quivered like crazy and she was staying a lot quieter than normal. Sonic took the opportunity to slowly approach his friend, concern filling his eyes.

“Are you okay?” 

The second the words left his lips, she whirled around to face him and that was when he realized why she had been facing the door. She was crying. 

Tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks, her nose turning a bright red. Her eyes had grown puffy, proving that she had been crying long before just now, the e/c irises full of guilt and pure sadness. Sonic could feel his heart breaking in his chest as he instantly wrapped his arms around her. 

“H-hey, what’s going on?” He stuttered, running a hand along the back of her head, stroking her hair-like quills back. After so many years of comforting one another, they had learned tricks to instantly make each other calm down. The stroking had a decent effect on her, but she still trembled in his arms as she tried to force out a coherent sentence.

“I-I didn’t m-mean-I didn’t kn-know they-following m-me…” She choked on the extra saliva in her mouth and sniffled, burying her face into Sonic’s warm chest until she could hear the steady beat of his heart. It calmed her to know that he was still here. He was safe. 

Sonic did his best to process what little he could understand that was coming out of her mouth. “Did someone follow you?” Y/n slowly nodded her head, more tears gushing down her cheeks as she pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes.

“I-I’m so sorry, S-Sonic-” She was cut off by another sob wracking up her pipes. Even if he wanted to, Sonic could never be mad at her. He held her tighter against his chest as he himself glanced through the window. His heart stopped in his chest as he saw something move.

“It’s okay, N/n, this is what we have the rings for, remember?” He glanced over at the bag sitting snugly under the covers on their bed. “Besides, this is your first time getting us caught out of my, what? Four times?” His joke was able to successfully get her to crack a smile, her tears beginning to slow down thankfully. They still kept a firm grip on one another as Sonic began to maneuver them towards the bed in order to get the rings. Once Sonic had finally grabbed the bag out from under the blankets, they let go of one another as he pulled out one of the shiny, golden rings. He held it up and thought of the next planet on their list and-

Suddenly, the door slammed open. 

Y/n’s scream was so shrill it could have shattered glass, the fear coursing through their veins. The figure standing before them was dressed entirely in black, a hood pulled over their face so that neither of them could tell who or what they were looking at. A horrible aura floated through the room.

Something was very wrong.

Sonic’s first instinct was to jump in front of Y/n and protect her, so that’s exactly what he did. Zipping in front of her in less than a second, he gently pushed the frightened hedgehog behind him and prepared to throw the ring again.

“Leave us alone!” He yelled, closing his eyes as he envisioned the next planet they needed to go to. Y/n’s hand slowly entertwined with his, refusing to let him go, when the form before them started to… laugh. It wasn’t one of those lighthearted laughs either, it was one in which you knew something bad was coming. The two hedgehogs inched closer together, their hearts pounding rapidly against their chests, noses twitching and bodies trembling as the adrenaline coursed through their veins. The sudden sound from the intruder had been exactly what they had needed in order to distract the two. 

Something sharp was pricked into the side of Sonic’s neck. He let out a sharp hiss and quickly pulled out a dart. “W-what?” He began, the room around him already growing fuzzy.

“Sonic!” Y/n cried, wrapping her arms around his waist in an effort to keep him standing. The serum within it was very fast acting, as he crashed down onto the floor before her, groaning. She kneeled down before him, refusing to leave his side, and shook him rapidly, the tears now coming down her cheeks faster. She was more than able to protect herself, but she needed to know he was okay. “Please, stay with m-”

A dart sank its teeth into her neck. 

“N-no,” she stuttered, yanking the dart out of her neck and forcing herself to try and stay awake. Unfortunately, the poison coursing through her veins was stronger than her will. Her world went dark as she fell on top of Sonic, unconscious. 

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When Y/n finally came to, she couldn’t see anything. 

She couldn’t move either. It was almost as if something had taken away her ability to move from her brain, leaving her limbs lifeless against the cold surface she was lying down on, belly up. Her eyelids felt heavy, like a dozen quarters were resting on top of each eye in order to keep them closed. She was surprisingly calm given the certain situations, her pulse beating as steadily as it would if she were asleep. But she did feel rather drowsy… perhaps it was from whatever was in that dart…

Dart… where was Sonic?

The panic instantly began to rise, the need to open her eyes becoming almost unbearable to ignore. But she could still hear. 

“Alright,” she heard a voice murmur. Her mouth remained shut, unable to move that, either. The voice didn’t sound like anyone she had ever known, and she couldn’t tell if its owner was a boy or a girl. “End… his happiness…” The voice seemed to be fading in and out, like whoever it was was walking towards her and then walking away, presumably to another table of sorts. But ending whose happiness? “This serum will make him forget about her entirely. It’ll be like she never even existed.”

A slight tapping noise against something floated through the air, making Y/n’s frantic panicking come back full force. No.. No way… they weren’t talking about her and Sonic were they? They were going to make Sonic forget about her? But why? Why would they do that? Sonic was the only person she had! 

She couldn’t lose him!

Y/n tried with all her might to scream at the top of her lungs, to move her legs or even to just open her eyes but they were all futile. It was as though she were dead, her body as limp as a paperweight. Tears threatened to spill down her eyes as the feeling of helplessness suffocated her. The silence that continued on for countless moments made her want to die wondering what was going on. She could just picture it in her mind, her worst fear: Sonic being injected with some kind of serum to make him forget about her, and then being tossed into a portal to some realm that she didn’t know how to get to.

She’d never see him again.

Minutes turned into hours as they laid there in that torture, wanting nothing more than to feel Sonic’s arms wrap around her. To hear his voice, to feel his heart beat against her ears… She didn’t have a purpose without him. 

Footsteps suddenly sounded through the tense silence. Y/n’s body tensed, which brought a celebratory light on in her mind that she was actually able to move a little. The footsteps came closer to her and stopped right next to her head.

“Ah, Y/n the Hedgehog…” the voice chuckled darkly, sending shivers down her spine. “I’m going to make your life miserable.” 

Venom seethed from their tone, and without any warning, four needles dug themselves into her arms and legs. They pierced into the flesh so furiously that she screamed in pain, not even the sedatives she had been under being able to stop the primal instinct to such torture. Whatever liquid it was raced through her veins, spreading the white hot pain like wildfire. It felt like something was forcing her limbs to stretch and become much longer and larger than they were meant to be. Like growing pains, but set on fire. With gasoline. The pain seemed to go on for hours until the world turned dark once more. She finally released her breath in the blackness, relieved that the pain was finally over. A sudden bright light pierced through the darkness, and in her haze, she reached towards it. Blinking her eyes in order to adjust to the brightness, trees filled her vision.

“Honey? Sweetie, can you hear me?” A woman with yellow hair tied up in a bun was leaning over her, a worried look across her face. Her form twitched in and out of Y/n’s vision as she tried to focus on her.

“H-huh?” Was she standing up or sitting down? What was that smell? Who was this lady? Where was she? Wait a minute… What was her name?

“Sweetie, can you tell me your name?”

“I think… I think it’s Y/n?” 

“Okay, we’re going to get you to a hospital.”

Hospital? What was a hospital? 

...Who am I? 

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It was a slow day for Doctor Robotnik. He had been considering going back to college for about a trillionth time in order to gain yet another degree in something that he hadn’t already accomplished. Which was nothing. Do they even give you degrees for studying nothing?

He was resting in his home when one of his bots hovered over to him, dropping down his mail onto the coffee table before him. The main glanced down at the junk mail littering the table, but stopped at a very peculiar looking package. It was about the size of a small throw pillow he had once seen in JoAnns (no comment on why he was there), and there was a small letter taped to the top. He cautiously proceeded to swipe the letter off and opened it. The contents were even more peculiar.

Dear Dr. Robotnik,

Inside this box are two vials for two beings. You must make sure that they never remember or find them. If they consume their contents, the whole plot will be lost. 

It wasn’t signed. He furrowed his brows, wondering if one of his stalkers had sent him more men’s lingerie again. The letters tended to be very misleading. But, throwing caution to the wind, he opened the box and lifted the lid, staring down at the contents. There were two vials, just like the note had said. One was an ice blue with the title Y/n on it. The other was a dehydrated yellow, with the name Sonic written across the label. Y/n and Sonic… seemed pretty normal compared to other things he had witnessed.

And then the blue one started to sing.

♡ a.a.

[a-lil-perspective]

The Bad Batch Headcanons Part II!

This particular theme has been swimming in my head for awhile, and a unique concept I’ve been wanting to dabble in.

The Bad Batch and Fine Arts

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Hunter- Music & Singing: Definitely has a penchant for music, though too much at one time or at an excessive volume level can predictably overload his senses. Hunter’s inherent heightened senses provides him the ability to decipher tones, notes, and rhythms in musical compositions; effectively labeling Hunter as a play-by-ear guy when strumming some strings. He is very modest and reserved regarding his overall skill- initially refusing when he was younger to sing or play an instrument around others, even his vod’ikas- until the night one crawled into bed beside him, trembling from a nightmare and seeking the comforting hums of their strong ori’vod. Though under usual circumstances, you can catch Hunter often humming to himself, and if you’re lucky, you might hear him belt out a verse or two of whatever song is stuck in his head in that moment. His vocal range favors the most mellifluous Baritone you will ever hear, and Hunter will later confirm from experience that the tone of his voice will soothe even wailing babies to sleep. The man can SING.

Wrecker- Sculpture & Photography: Don’t let those large hands that absolutely demolish droids and overturn stationary ships bare-handed fool you- this gentle giant can produce some of the most intricate pieces of wood carvings and sculptures. Both Wrecker and Hunter actually have a shared predilection for the hobby, gradually expanding into a full detailing of their works courtesy of lots of sanding and paints; earning them some credits off of their completed works. Wrecker also loves nature and often feels compelled to capture unique shots filled with the most breathtaking landscapes that is his favorite planets, and the flora and fauna encompassed within. Or just random framework of his unsuspecting vods. Tech helps Wrecker fully set up and learn the proper equipment each time in order to make the experience completely authentic.

Tech- Digital Media, 3D Graphics, & Dance: For obvious reasons, Tech has a major predilection for all things regarding technical competencies; his overall versatility in softwares and mechanizations allowing for a vast array of options involving the utilization of technology in Fine Arts. His innovative tactics would prove for Interactive Digital Media in particular to be an ideal setting for allowing his creativity to flow through the inception of new and relevant content. On the side- Tech is sequential and deliberate, thus innately making him an amazing dancer- slow, intimate dancing with a lovely partner and soulful music to set the picturesque tone. His impressive coordination and suave rhythm has you absentmindedly wondering where he learned to dance like that. The alluring looks Tech gives you before you find yourself gracefully twirling in his arms makes you want to take him to bed for a different kind of session right after your dance.

Crosshair- Literature, Drawing & Design: With the amount of hand-eye coordination this man possesses, it’s no wonder his demeanor screams “aesthetic”. Cross is much more articulate with his thought process than what actually proceeds out of his mouth, and he prefers the more quietly refined hobbies to coincide his pensiveness. Very much has a proclivity for writing, no matter what kind- poetry, an angst trope, novella- you name it. Absolutely terrible handwriting if a sentient being ever produced such, therefore only Crosshair can read what Crosshair hastily scribbles in Aurebesh, and he’s completely fine with that. He sometimes enjoys sketching- mostly consisting of uniquely designed weapons and various topographies of landscapes. Crosshair intrinsically has an attentiveness for detail and design- being no doubt the tidiest member occupying space within the Havoc Marauder, quarters in pristine condition always, he constantly remains mindful of ways to improve upon the aesthetic of any space- would no doubt make for an impressive interior designer. Cross is also 100% the dapper dresser of the bunch.

I have spoken.

[sciencespies]

Interstellar travel could make human language evolve beyond recognition, study says

https://sciencespies.com/space/interstellar-travel-could-make-human-language-evolve-beyond-recognition-study-says/

Interstellar travel could make human language evolve beyond recognition, study says

It’s a captivating idea: build an interstellar ark, fill it with people, flora, and fauna of every kind, and set your course for a distant star! The concept is not only science fiction gold, its been the subject of many scientific studies and proposals.

By building a ship that can accommodate multiple generations of human beings (aka. a Generation Ship), humans could colonize the known Universe.

But of course, there are downsides to this imaginative proposal. During such a long voyage, multiple generations of people will be born and raised inside a closed environment. This could lead to all kinds of biological issues or mutations that we simply can’t foresee.

But according to a new study by a team of linguistics professors, there’s something else that will be subject to mutation during such a voyage – language itself!

This study, “Language Development During Interstellar Travel“, appeared in the April issue of Acta Futura, the journal of the European Space Agency’s Advanced Concepts Team.

The team consisted of Andrew McKenzie, an associate professor of linguistics at the University of Kansas; and Jeffrey Punske, an assistant professor of linguistics at Southern Illinois University.

In this study, McKenzie and Punske discuss how languages evolve over time whenever communities grow isolated from one another. This would certainly be the case in the event of a long interstellar voyage and/or as a result of interplanetary colonization.

Eventually, this could mean that the language of the colonists would be unintelligible to the people of Earth, should they meet up again later.

For those who took English at the senior or college level, the story of Caxton’s “eggys” ought to be a familiar one.

In the preface to his 1490 translation of Virgil’s Aeneid (Eneydos) into Middle English, he tells a story of a group of merchants who are traveling down the Thames toward Holland. Due to poor winds, they are forced to dock in the county of Kent, just 80 kilometres (50 miles) downriver and look for something to eat:

“And one of them named Sheffield, a merchant, came into a house and asked for meat and, specifically, he asked for eggs (“eggys”). And the good wife answered that she could speak no French. And the merchant got angry for he could not speak French either, but he wanted eggs and she could not understand him. And then at last another person said that he wanted ‘eyren’. Then the good woman said that she understood him well.”

This story illustrates how people in 15th century England could travel within the same country and experience a language barrier. Well, multiply that to 4.25 light-years to the nearest star system and you can begin to see how language could be a major complication when it comes to interstellar travel.

To illustrate, McKenzie and Punske use examples of different language families on Earth and how new languages emerged due to distance and time. They then extrapolated how this same process would occur over the course of 10 generations or more of interstellar/interplanetary travel.

As McKenzie explained in a UK press release:

“If you’re on this vessel for 10 generations, new concepts will emerge, new social issues will come up, and people will create ways of talking about them, and these will become the vocabulary particular to the ship. People on Earth might never know about these words, unless there’s a reason to tell them.

“And the further away you get, the less you’re going to talk to people back home. Generations pass, and there’s no one really back home to talk to. And there’s not much you want to tell them, because they’ll only find out years later, and then you’ll hear back from them years after that.”

An example they use is the case of Polynesian sailors who populated the South Pacific islands between 3,000 and 1,000 BCE.

Though the roots of these sailors are traced to Taiwan (ca. 6000 BCE) this process of expansion led to the development of entirely new cultures by the 1st millennium BCE. The Polynesian languages that emerged bore little resemblance to the ancient Austronesia language (aka. “Formosan”) of their ancestors.

Similarly, the authors cite language changes that take place within the same language community over time, using the example of “uptalk.” Also known as “High Rising Terminal,” this phenomenon involves statements ending with a rise in intonation.

While it is often mistaken for a question by those who are unfamiliar with it, the convention is actually intended to indicate politeness or inclusion.

As the authors note, “uptalk” has only been observed in the English language within the past 40 years and its origins are unclear. Nevertheless, the spread of it has been noted, particularly by members of the Baby Boomer generation that use it today, but did not in their youth.

Another issue they identify is sign language, which will require adaptation from the crew since some crewmembers will be born hearing impaired.

Without someone keeping track of changes and trying to maintain grammatical standards, linguistic divergence will be inevitable. But as they note, that might be irrelevant, since language on Earth is going to change during that same time.

“So they may well be communicating like we’d be using Latin – communicating with this version of the language nobody uses,” said McKenzie.

Last, but not least, they address what will happen when subsequent ships from Earth reach the colonized planets and meet the locals. Without some means of preparation (like communication with the colony before they reach it), new waves of immigrants will encounter a language barrier and could find themselves being discriminated against.

Because of this, they recommend that any future interplanetary or interstellar missions include linguists or people who are trained in what to expect – translation software ain’t gonna’ cut it!

They further recommend that additional studies of likely language changes aboard interstellar spacecraft be conducted, so people know what to expect in advance. Or as they conclude in their study:

“Given the certainty that these issues will arise in scenarios such as these, and the uncertainty of exactly how they will progress, we strongly suggest that any crew exhibit strong levels of metalinguistic training in addition to simply knowing the required languages. There will be need for an informed linguistic policy on board that can be maintained without referring back to Earth-based regulations.”

Just for fun, let’s see what kinds of linguistic changes could take place.

For starters, let’s assume that a generation ship does take a full ten generations to reach its destination – in this case, Proxima b. Ten more generations pass before the next ship arrives, bringing people from Earth who still speak modern English.

Using the language evolution-simulator Onset, and an English-IPA translator, we can get a small taste of how a simple English-language greeting, and a common request (if you’re in a 50s sci-fi B movie), would change over twenty generations:

“Helluhuh fret, goot tu’uh be’yat yu. Took be’ye to’o u’ul ley’eru, pley’yaz.”

As you can see “Hello friend, good to meet you. Take me to your leader, please” comes out a little different after twenty generations of separation.

How about something more complicated, but no less familiar? Here’s a famous speech that fans of space exploration and history should recognize. After twenty years of interstellar travel, here’s how that speech would sound:

“Wu’eh cho’oz to’o go to’o too Bo’od! Wu’eh cho’oz to’o go to’o too Bood id teez dey’ich udh do’oh tey’e de uttur teedgz, dot biga’ozz tey’e ar ey’ery’eh, boot biga’ozz tey’e ar hard; biga’ozz tat goal wool surve to’o olgoodiez uhd bez’hur too bezt oov uhur eluree’iaz uhd skeelz, uhd biga’ozz tat chaludi iz wuhd tat wu’e ahr wooleet to’oh igsept, wuhd wu’e ahr udu’illid to’o postbode, ohd wuhd wu’e iddet to’o wud.”

Can you guess what speech that is? Keep in mind, this is just a basic simulation of how the English language might change for a group of colonists, never mind people here on Earth.

And when you take time to consider all of the spoken language and dialects spoke today, and that any combination of these will be brought with the colonists to the stars, you can see how confounding it all could be!

There is a reason why the myth of the Tower of Babel remains embedded in our collective unconscious. Language barriers have always been a hurdle for human interaction, especially where long stretches of time and space are concerned.

So if humanity plans to “go interstellar” (or interplanetary), we’ll be taking that hurdle to a whole new level!

In the meantime, you can check out several other articles we’ve done on the subject of generations ships, how big they would have to be, and the minimum number of crew they would need.

This article was originally published by Universe Today. Read the original article.

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[kob131]

Hey remember when Soku said he was gonna stop talking about RWBY?

Guess who got caught lying?

https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/184748210112/phazonfire-the-rwde-tag-is-so-fucking

I don’t know what tag you’re looking through about the homophobia thing considering the majority of the people seem to be gay and would probably call you out if they saw this.

I don’t remember you guys ever calling anyone out for calling Illa a ‘psycho lesbian’ because villain + gay = psycho lesbian apparently.

Oh wait, which tag is it that says that? hm...

Look people doing rewrites on the series is a non problem, and the dumbest gripe.

so is 99% of what you fuckers pull. Like bitching that a catgirl was put into a catsuit.

But rwby isn’t well written some is allowed to watch it to fix it to reconstruct or deconstruct it there is no harm to this and the series could benefit from a rewrite.

Too bad you assholes break the show EVEN FURTHER when you do rewrite shit *cough* RE:RWBY *cough*.

If you don’t like it don’t go through the constructive criticism tag just to cry cause someone doesn’t wanna kiss rwby’s butt like you do.

Last time constructive criticism existed in the RWDE tag: 900 BC.

Yeah sure.

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https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/612590859661295616/your-idea-of-nit-picking-is-not-the-correct-use-of

I don't know how to tell some of ya'll that just because you constantly argue against criticism and the other person gets tried to talking to a brick wall doesn't mean you win.

This ain't your preschool, this requires critical thinking skills which some of ya'll clearly lack.

And just because you reject facts and demand that your delusions are true doesn’t make the other person a brick wall. You just don’t understand how to debate.

Your idea of nit picking is not the correct use of the term. Nor do whoever you are know what is and isn’t criticism on a subject. 

Nit picking. Noun. “looking for small or unimportant errors or faults, especially in order to criticize unnecessarily.“

Literally all you do.

Also I’m only an asshole to people who are assholes back. So don’t pretend like you know me and mind your own? Deal? Deal.

Sorry Soku, that makes you a sexist, racist, transphobic Nazi. You know, since that’s MY Modius Operandi.

Also your blog is FILLED with bad political takes so you’re  the LAST person I wanna hear tall about “not picking”

“Can white people approiate basic human decency?”

Remember that take on your old blog?

Now what were you saying about politics...

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https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/611875463897497600/i-didnt-watch-vol-7-thank-god-but-a-friend-of

I didn’t watch vol 7 thank god,-

So you have no idea what you’re about to say? Got it.

but a friend of mine on my discord mentioned flynt and neon returning (with Ik finally) and boy they really gave the catgirl a hoodie with cat ears on it? And Blake has a catsuit? Miles, Kerry, Shane and Monty always talked about how “subtle” they are with things like scenes and designs and they put both the catgirls in outfits that are so on the nose it might as well be a part of your skin.

Where was that said again?

Also that;s not were the term catsuits come from.  It comes from cat burglars using them.

Isn’t that like going “Hey black guy put these big lips on over your other lips? Or the black guy having a fucking basketball printed on their jacket?” Good lord, in a world where people can be born with cat ears, and tails don’t you think it’s kinda freaking disgusting that these exist where humans can wear them? 

And before you say that’s the point, in a world where none of the faunus get to say how they feel about these things and don’t have real life minority reactions to things like white dudes walking around with grills and fros and crap it kinda isn’t when the faunus girl wears a hoodie depicting one of the features of her own race that they were hunted down and slaughtered for.

Considering that it’d be no different than a white person getting cornrows-

Also it kind of is since black people walk around emphasizing their DARK SKIN, which is the basis of their discrimination.

You’re just race obsessed.

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Hmm funny that the rich white girl who was racist gets an overpowered semblance that shares alot of feats like her team like being able to make runes that increase speed, Platforms, Remove gravity, shoot projectiles, Make people stick to them etc etc. Oh and she has the ability to summon monsters that show feats of strength that rivals one of her partners.

Meanwhile the minority character is shown to fuck up alot, gets treated like shit and never gets an apology from said racist, get nerfed constantly, have her weapon poorly sautared back together while the rest of her team gets upgrades and has the weakest semblance of the three.

Seems alittle off white writers.

And who has the better fight record than the other?

... The minority?

Hm, seems off black complainer.

Oh did that sound racist? Hm, dunno why it sound considering you said the SAME THING

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https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/611636922643857408/so-let-me-get-this-straight-vol-7-has-ended-and

So Let me get this straight, vol 7 has ended and apparently they lost the one relic they had, still haven’t found the newer one or did but still have to deal with Ironwood and several others. Cinder is still alive, Neo is siding with her out of fear? When she wanted vengeance and could team up with rwby.

this is volume 7 of supposedly 10 so three more seasons and they still haven’t sat down and talked about what they’re supposed to to against the immortal grimm lady, they don’t know where the relic at beacon is and ozpin’s still ghosting them, and they’re foolishly gathering them all in one spot instead of taking the maiden and the relic and putting both of them on the farest corners of the planet? I thought they were going to atlas to meet with someone Weiss knew as the Anton Sokolov Play dishonored! of their world to build a rocket and send at least one rocket into a black hole and never have an issue with Salem again.

three more seasons and a plan hasn’t even been formed to deal with her or the relics, Emerald and Mercury are doing nothing, Cinder has no goal except to be the new adam and chase the heros and get her ass kicked, Hazel’s doing nothing, The comms are down and we haven’t heard a peep from whoever runs Vacuo, Blake and Ruby have still had barely any interaction, Weiss hasn’t apologized for her racism, We never addressed how and why did Raven appear in Yang’s dreams, Why did ren from shields over his hands and show off feats of strength that rival yangs or his weird ability to sense tyrian? Neo’s eyes changed color when she saw Raven and her teleport ability. Lore Like how semblance, Lien (the money that looks like credit cards but has zero numbers on it work) The examples of agriculture, Flora and Fauna, dust and so on.

A. Haven’t they said it’s more like twelve?

B. Nope, Ozpin’s back. But hey, who needs to actually KNOW what you’re talking about?

C. Can’t do that, don’t know where the Spring Maiden is. Would have known this if you watched Volume 6.

D. They never said that and expressly said they were meeting with Ironwood to get the relic somewhere secure. Gee, that’s the THIRD thing you’ve gotten wrong. Hm...

E.So Soku, how does Quirks affect agiculture? What were the original Quirks like? Who had the first Quirk? What was life like for people when Quirks were uncommon? Hm? Nothing is said?

MHA is shit, SOku said so.

But sure, three more seasons to cram that all in AND a plan and character interaction/Growth and so on, this is a lovely mess of a show.

And as you have shown, you paid attention to 0% of it so how would you know?

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So how’s that tar and feather treatment treating you Soku? Because I have so many more ways of humiliating you, happy showcase them as long as you open that bitchy little mouth of yours.

So go ahead and keep posting. It just lets me indulge my sadism without remorse.

[dragonthunders01]

300 years hence, like any other day of a handle, those people who have chosen to take a job in the great machinery of the hitek, one in particular dedicated to archive in the history banks of the great informatic libraries is about to take the files of a large computer that stores important information, to put it on a desk, open files and compare them with others to fill a report on the little fauna and flora on the planet, although the task has been a little more varied since it has approached what would be the part of the megafauna, as he only need to fill just two files of the only one that live, the descendants of the genetically modified human workers of 100 years ago. When humanity left the earth during the great collapse of civilization during the previous century and the interstellar migration projects were concluded with the dozens of generational ships in the direction of their unknown destinations there was nothing more to do than finish and leave, and with it, the genetic experiments that created the vanguard of the workforce to create the large ships were going to be closed, of course before this happened the genetic engineers managed to do a last task before the end even though not needed, they did wanted to do it, adapt that infetile workforce they had created to be viable, functionals creatures that will thrive, the aquamorphs and vacuumorphs, the creatures forged from humans. With the Aquamorph was applied a more radical change in morphology, change legs by a tail with caudal fin, the frog/man shape was changed to a more hydrodynamic one, including head and arms and adding the ability to breathe underwater by the use of gills placed in their chest, and thus creating the Aquatic. The fate of the vacuumorphs however, unlike their brothers adapted to live in the ocean was likely going to be extinction, only adapted to exist in the vacuum of space and their inability to reproduce and unable to travel in those interstellar ships was an imminent death sentence to its kind, however some of the engineers had compassion and wanted as well the survival of these, with immense creativity they worked on a possible way to save these extraterrestrial human. Eventually they found a solution that could work considering the lack of gravity they were exposed and make them unable to go to ground, adapting these creatures to inhabit the oceans as their aquatic relatives due to water being the best emulator of the micro-gravity environment, but unlike the pelagic post-humans, these would be bottom dwellers, creatures similar to crustaceans, like crabs, and shrimp that still haunt the muddy bottoms. Some of the adaptations from its space vacuum ancestors would make them suitable for the new medium, with slight modifications and adding new features that would allow them to survive without artificial means. In this way, the Crabman (Cancrianthropus bethonis) would be created, and from then on they would reside on the seabed. Basically being the living image of their predecessor,  beings of spheric aspect adapted to live at a different pressure of the surface, with a hard and resistant shell that covers all of its body, with 4 limbs with articulated hands in each one, huge glassy eyes without pupils and with dozens of sensory whiskers around the face, however there are some new features in this new design, the first and most important was the re-grow of a functional mouth since the original vacuumorph had it fused into the skull since they were nourished by artificial means, but now that they are at the mercy of the natural world they need a oral apparatus to be able to consume food. The mouth of these has molars although it lacks incisors and canines, being in its place occupied by a sort of a beak, which is covered by what is a upper lip which is the only mobile opening. The other characteristic has been the hybridization of one of the two lung created for the vacuumorphs to convert it into gills derived from the aquamorph/aquatic model, which together gives it a quite efficient breathing and flotation system that allows it to navigate and stay in the water for really long periods of time and return briefly to land or breathe out of the water. The eyes had been modified from the original human structure due to the few time given to modify them, becoming like the ones of a spider, simple, with more resemblance of the ones of a spider, able to capture the enough light in the deeps of the ocean, meanwhile its special whiskers with the only function of touch and comunication have become more important now in the water as with them these are able to feel the vibrations around. The skeleton is not as strong as the one of a human, being more cartilaginous with poor ossification, these now depends more of the hardened epidermis to maintain body structure, in that way they have become more arthropod than man. This is what is known about these creatures, what the record history saved from the remaining studies of those engineers and the new studies done by investigators now, as humanity is reassembling the civilization that was once lost, as eventually the few people recover of the downhill, in the vacuum of the great ecology a creature of the vacuum of outside this world was given the chance to fill this. Once, someone from those towns that had emerged from the ruins of the cities told to him something their grandfather had said about what these things were, that perhaps there were monsters in space, monsters in the seas, and weak were sent to the stars, but only here on earth are the true men and women, and just one hundred years after saying that, all the monsters now are in the seas. At the end humanity's fate may rely in genetic modifications to survive, but looking now at the creatures that roam the inner of our oceans, the human fish and the human crabs, makes you wonder how big should be the change for humanity to survive....

I thought about doing this for some time considering the possibility of a "what if" of these creatures as in the book the vacuumorph became extinct, a bit based on those NASA exercises that are made underwater emulating microgravity, and thus thinking about water is the ideal place to put an organism that has lived all its existence in space.