#safe haven space crew

[bgsartcavern]

Starship idling nearby, is it my time? I crawl inside and turn the cockpit clockwise, toward the sunrise

Another Art Fight piece, this one's a bit of a mass attack! I grabbed every character from our little collab space crew project, Safe Haven, that I could find, and redrew them as the ending scene of Starlight Brigade by TWRP and Dan Avidan. Credits for characters under the cut. :)

(Reblog don't repost!)

Larimar (top middle) - Ship's mine!!

Ke'engi (top left) - @squemonn

Mauvit'fur (top right) - @potatoflavoredwaffle

Dox (middle left) - @bantamblip

Haven (middle) - @sobsinfrench

Ziv (middle right) - @manicpanic-arts1

Chumby (bottom left) - @draconicdeityarts

(hopefully i pinged everyone correctly haha ^^")

[marlynnofmany]

Not Special, Part Two

(Part One is here)

Oscar Tennyson grabbed his purchases and hurried after the rest of his crew. As usual, they were walking quickly on their longer legs and bellowing for him to keep up. The teeth-and-scales Mighty had no patience for human weaknesses. Of which there were many.

But, as Oscar had just learned, there were some strengths as well. And he couldn’t wait to show them.

He scampered onboard before the door shut, wondering if they would actually leave without him if he dawdled too long. Probably not — who would handle their finances and hunting permits? They’d have to hire someone else, because they certainly didn’t want to do it themselves. But he didn’t want to test that.

He had much better things to test. While the stark metal walls vibrated with the engine’s revs, Oscar wove between scaled biceps and tails to his own quarters. He pressed the panel by the door, which was oversized and cracked like all of them on this ship. The Mighty were not fans of fiddly little buttons or keys. Not when they could have panels big enough to punch, which only broke sometimes.

When Oscar stepped through and closed the door behind him, he felt immediately relieved. This was his private space to decorate as he chose, without worrying that someone would take things down or make fun of him. Ship rules were clear about personal quarters. Oscar’s fake orchids and real cactus made the room homey, along with more posters than the walls could hold. They spilled onto the ceiling, lining it with nature scenes from Earth, sports figures he admired, media announcements, and a good number of fluffy kittens. This was the one spot on the ship where he could feel comfortable, and he was making the most of it.

The bag of refueling station supplies crinkled as he set it on his small table to remove the contents. A high-end store might have had Waterwill bags that evaporated after a day, but this place used regular old plastic. Inside were food cubes, bottled water, and the purchase he was most excited about: six cans of very weak caffeine.

He scanned the label. It was just like the other human had said. Tall cans in dramatic colors, but not much of substance inside. At least, not as far as the average human was concerned.

Oscar couldn’t wait until dinner time.

Before then, he had a permit to submit and several other things to check. The ship should be on the way to Argosha, which was notorious for welcoming outsiders in to hunt the Dagger Birds that were giving everyone so much trouble, but he had better get their paperwork in order anyway.

He grabbed his tablet and left his safe haven, heading back into the public parts of the ship where he could face taunts from any direction. Really, these guys were just like his cousins. At least it was familiar.

Fending off tiresome conversation — “How’s the weather down there?” “Why don’t you ask your mother?” —he reached the bridge and found a corner to stand in. The captain and the pilot were arguing about where to land when they reached Argosha.

“The main site will have more people to admire our ship!”

“The new one is closer to the hunting grounds!”

“Dagger Birds are overrunning the place; everywhere is a hunting ground!”

“Do you want to pay the damages for shooting a building instead of a bird? We can take it all out of your pay, if you want!”

“Fine, but if we land on some overgrown hedge and the ship is scratched, you get to pay for that!”

“Fine!”

The pair of them stopped yelling and sat back in their seats as if nothing at all was the matter, because it wasn’t. Polite disagreements were always held at that volume.

In the brief lull while the pilot manipulated the controls with more force than a lesser console could withstand, Oscar spoke up. “I’d like to come too.”

Both dinosaurian heads turned to stare at him in surprise. “Why?” the captain demanded. “One kick from a bird, and you’re useless to us.”

“Thanks,” Oscar said flatly. “I’ll keep out of the way. I want to take photos of your fighting prowess; I should be able to sell them.”

Both of the Mighty preened at that, as he’d known they would. Ego was big here. The captain agreed, and Oscar didn’t let slip any hints of his secret plan. He just finished working on his tablet, then retreated to his quarters to practice Dagger Bird mating calls.

The air on Argosha was breathable but hot, at least this part of it. Oscar was ready with his Tool in his pocket. (He’d gotten out of the habit of calling it a phone, since the Mighty were right in that it did a near-infinite number of things.) (He still smirked quietly at the potential innuendo, but it was a conversation he didn’t really want to have with giant dinosaur aliens, so he kept that to himself.)

“This way,” announced the captain, pointing in what looked like an arbitrary direction into the wilderness. Whooping with the alien equivalent of testosterone, the crew raised their blasters and tromped off the landing pad with Oscar following close behind.

True to his word, he did take some pictures as he went. But he was waiting for his moment.

It didn’t take long to come. The shouting scared off all the wildlife, then the Mighty found a boulder to crouch behind and wait for the creatures to come back. They played a silent counting game to see who was best at guessing when they’d spot something worth killing.

Distant footsteps on leaves made them smack each other in excitement, but nothing appeared between the trees.

Now or never, Oscar thought. Knowing better than to startled his crewmates, he whispered, “Here, let me.” Then he took a deep breath and let loose with his best imitation of a Dagger Bird seeking a mate. “Woarrrrrrk!”

While the Mighty shushed him and wondered what he was doing and started to figure it out, an answering woarrk sounded from nearby.

Then another, then, three.

Oscar wondered if he’d overplayed his hand.

No less than five large and eager Dagger Birds crashed through the undergrowth at once, croaking and flapping, taking offense at each other’s presence. The Mighty all roared and leapt out, firing in every direction.

Oscar dashed for a tree he’d been eyeing, the one with lots of branches, and didn’t stop climbing until he was out of beak-stabbing range. He held tight to the trunk, catching his breath and watching the chaos. Belatedly, he remembered to take out his Tool and snap some photos.

This was actually a good angle. He got a great shot of the captain aiming down the throat of a wide-open beak, then another a split second later when the beak snapped shut inches from his head. Another of the engineer shooting one from beneath. Two of the pilot tackling the largest bird and sinking teeth into the back of its neck where it couldn’t reach to stab.

Other species did their trophy hunting from a distance. The Mighty liked the fight as much as the kill. Their blasters were set on a deliberately low setting, and their teeth were sharp.

Safe up in his tree, Oscar grimaced at how bloody things were getting down below. He yelled another bird call to distract the one about to spear the crewmate who’d been knocked to the ground, and he got a cheerful “Nice save by the little guy!” which was as close to a thank you as he was going to get. The crewmate scrambled up and bit off a chunk while the bird was distracted. A couple of the crew looked like they were bleeding their own blood, but most of it was coming from the Dagger Birds, which were just as stubborn as the stories had said. Not one of them ran off. The last to die fell on top of somebody, which just added laughter from the rest of the crew to the triumphant cheers.

Oscar took a picture of the bird being dragged off his disgraced crewmate. That photo he wouldn’t sell, but would keep as minor blackmail if he ever needed it. Sticking it up on the wall to remind everyone of this moment could be a valuable strategic move.

“We are the MIGHTY!” bellowed the captain, and the whole crew joined in with a deep-voiced cheer. Oscar climbed down to more approval than he’d gotten in the last month.

“Good work by our human here! Who knew you could do that?”

“That’s sure an efficient way to hunt!”

“We should bring you out every time. That was great.”

Oscar took the praise with pride, not bothering with modesty. That was just another word for weakness as far as these guys were concerned.

He managed to dodge when one of them made to slap him on the back with a large bloodstained hand, which just made them laugh more. Luckily the captain directed everybody to gather their kills for dragging back to the ship, rather than chasing the human and messing up his clothes.

Oscar took a position on the lowest branch of his tree, taking a couple more photos as the victorious hunters figured out how to get it all home. If anyone had asked Oscar, which they never would, he’d have suggested going back for a hovercart, or taking them one at a time. But of course they did neither.

Definitely the type to insist on carrying all the groceries in at once, Oscar thought as his crewmates strained to drag the giant carcasses through the undergrowth. He hopped down and kept pace out to the side where there was no blood on the leaves.

They finally made it back to the ship, doing nothing to clean up the smears of blood they left on the landing pad. Oscar darted off to his quarters as soon as the door opened. The rest of them could handle getting the birds into cryo storage, or chopped up right away, whichever they saw fit to do. The lowest-ranking one without significant injuries would be in charge of clearing the blood from the hallways, but only after they’d all taken a walk through the water-and-air blast chamber that passed for a shower here. It had always reminded Oscar of a car wash.

He kept to himself until dinner, sorting his photos while everyone else dealt with the catch and the mess and the injuries. The mechanical medsystem on this ship was just as efficient as the shower. They’d all be in decent shape by mealtime.

And mealtime after a successful hunt was also drinking time.

Oscar usually ate in his room, wanting nothing to do with the raucous meat-tearing and drunkenness. But today was different, because he’d learned something valuable about the liquid they were getting drunk off.

Oscar considered the cans he’d bought, then decided it would have more of an impact if he just took one of the communal supply. So instead he grabbed his new food cubes and a premade tin of spaghetti from his mini-cryo, and followed the sound of laughter.

They were already a little drunk when he got there. Sprawled across chairs with a table full of meat slabs spilling over the edges of the plates. And as expected, there were tall purple cans everywhere.

“Heyyyy, it’s the little guy! Let’s hear it for the human with the surprise talent! Maybe you’re not useless after all!”

“Thanks,” Oscar said as they pounded fists against anything in reach as a form of applause. He leaned against the open doorway and shuffled his belongings so he could get a fork in a meatball without setting down the food cubes. “That was pretty easy where I’m from. You guys really can’t do that?” He popped the meatball into his mouth, casual as you please.

The Mighty of course, thought this was funny, and took it in stride. More gulps from their drinks, more savage mouthfuls of food, and a few questions about the surely-excellent photos he’d gotten, which would make them all look amazing.

Oscar said he’d share the best ones. These would make fine decorations in their own quarters, and would probably be appreciated by the right paying audience.

Then came the moment he’d been waiting for. The captain raised his drink in another cheer, and somebody noticed that the human was the only one without a can in his hand.

“Get the human a warrior’s drink!”

“Bet you he passes out after one sip.”

“Nah, he can take at least two.”

Oscar smiled quietly. If they’d been paying attention, they might have changed their bets at that smile. He set his food down in the hallway to free his hands. When one muscular, taloned arm offered him a can of their most potent intoxicant, he took it. Oh so casually.

Then he whipped his head back and chugged the whole thing.

“Oh! Human’s gonna die!”

“I’m not cleaning up the puke!”

“What the supernova! There are better ways to go than that!”

“Somebody drag him to medical so we don’t have to find somebody else to do the boring stuff.”

“Yeah, he was just getting interesting.”

Oscar ignored all of them, giving the empty can a thoughtful look. It felt like the same thin aluminum he remembered from Earth. And if there was anything his cousins had taught him, it was the proper way to dispose of a beer can.

He dug his fingertips in and crushed it against his forehead. Then while the room reacted to that, he wiped off the drips and threw the can across the room. When it went into the trash on the first try, he was internally very glad, but he didn’t let it show. Instead he picked up his food and resumed eating. “What’s the big deal?” he said. “Is that what you guys have been getting drunk off? How quaint.”

“How in all the black holes—”

“No, he’s gonna fall over any second; just watch.”

“Quaint, that’s hilarious.”

“He’s totally bluffing. Just wait and see.”

Oscar was enjoying being the center of the crew’s attention today. He made a show of sweeping his eyes across the various cans in the room. “None of you has finished a can yet, I see. Was that supposed to be strong?”

There was widespread laughing and elbowing of each other, most of them still clearly convinced that the silly little human was going to throw up and die any second now.

So Oscar set down his food, walked over to the table, and chugged a second one. It was a bit more liquid than his stomach was really happy with, but that was a small price to pay for the uproar that followed.

They exclaimed; they renewed their bets; they drank from their own cans; they got visibly drunker and abandoned their bets.

Oscar leaned against the doorframe, eating spaghetti and food cubes.

After one particularly unsteady crewmate tripped onto the table full of meat, and someone pointed out that the human wasn’t wobbling at all, Oscar said, “You guys don’t know much about my species, do you? Half of what I eat would liquify your insides.” He held up a food cube, eyeing the different colored specks of all the ingredients that made it balanced for an omnivorous digestive system. He laughed. “You guys just eat meat. How boring!”

They only got drunker after that. Oscar was pretty sure that the nearest two wanted to pat him on the back, but the floor was moving too much for them to make it all the way to the doorway. Somebody offered him a raw slab of Dagger Bird. He turned it down with casual scorn.

“Nah, meat isn’t worth eating unless it’s passed through fire. That’s weakling meat you’ve got there. Get back to me when it’s cooked brown.”

They loved that. The party was an epic one, only winding down when most of the crew was too drunk to reach more drinks. Oscar demonstrated his steadiness by picking through the mess to drop his food containers in the trash, then move back to the door.

“Well, it’s been fun,” he said. “I’ll send in the med-drone to make sure nobody’s going to wake up dead. Let me know if you want to get your tails handed to you by any more Dagger Birds. I’ll call ‘em in close for you again.”

He got groggy approval to that.

Oscar left with a smile on his face, and a mild amount of caffeine in his blood. Maybe after stopping by the medcenter, he’d use that energy on some exercise. Thoughts of the run to the hunting grounds, and the way his crewmates had paced themselves, suggested that it wouldn’t take much practice for him to out-endurance the Mighty on the VR treadmill.

I wonder what else I can do?

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By popular request, this is the sequel to the story I posted last week, which is part of the ongoing series of backstory for the main character in this book. (It started that way, at any rate, and turned into a sprawling series in its own right. Fun stuff.)

Patreon opens the day after tomorrow, on May 1st! There's a free tier and everything if you want to keep up without strings attached! And you can even request more delightful nonsense like this.

Onward!

[saytrrose]

Can we see More about your racing AU please?

Looks so amazing and i love It so much

I do suppose I could share the character design line up!

I really just need to finish designing all the go karts, (atleast most are done!) and then I can make proper cards for them and really get into the written details.

To be honest it’s a little hard to just ramble about info and details without specific questions to go off of, so I’ll try my best hhh

for starters, the tent? Not a tent!

It’s actually a stadium, the amazing digital race!

And rooms? Sort of tweaked, they are more like each character owns a personal garage, a large open space where they store their vehicles and then have a loft above that showcases their cozy safe havens. Bed, entertainment, basically a small room in a much larger one.

I haven’t revealed Ragatha, Zooble or Gangles karts yet but I’ll go ahead and just talk about all of them!

Caine:

Caine has a motorcycle, specifically one inspired off of the motorcycle I’m saving up for this summer, a Kawasaki Eliminator. It’s a cruiser, I’m thinking he has a 600cc model but considering Bubble is his right hand man and operates as the races pit crew- he’s definitely tinkered with Caines bike, making adjustments and improving the engine. God only knows what the little psycho did, but it’s a damn good bike that’s not supposed to rev as loud as it does.

Pomni:

Her kart is inspired off a Volkswagen Beetle, seemed very VERY Pomni to me. Her car mimics her outfit design a lot, I might do some color changes to be honest but it will be super minimal, it’ll be final when the cards are done! She definitely stops at the pit the most often despite her placement in a race, are my tires okay?? Do I need my oil?? I know you just filled it but it went down- is anything damaged?? Sweetie you did one lap..

Jax:

Jesus Christ he has a giant supercharger on the hood of his car, and he is absolutely one of those annoying mfs that reva their engine OBNOXIOUSLY loud all the time like he’s super cool. If you’re wondering who most of the skid marks on the track are from, that’s also Jax. Hes the best as drifting, and he loves to show that off. His car isn’t based too much on an actual vehicle?? I stared at Mario karts and pieced it together, but also gave it a very sports car look, the wing on the back fr fr I think Jax would dig that.

Kinger:

OHHSOSK I was so creative with his little wagon,,, it’s castle shaped!! And the best part? Operates like a rocket. In the back past the battlement (the crown looking thing you see atop castle pillars) ARE GIANT exhaust pipes and yes, they do spit fire !! Operates like a rocket. It’s very cool! (Also he has a great muffler because unlike Jax he’s considerate of others hearing 💔) Oh also, he has one of those silly horns, I forgot how to describe it but you can just look at how I drew it on his kart and you’ll know heheh!

Zooble:

Our second motorcyclist, owns a trike! If you don’t know what that is, picture a bike with training wheels but super badass. 3 wheels! It’s inspired off the Harley Davidson freewheeler, I like that design a lot but it’s def not actually a Harley because istg when you buy those bikes your just paying for the fancy name brand- expect it to be in the shop all the time, smh not good- BUT ANYWAY!! The looks are inspired off it though and I can’t wait for this one because it’s just as crazy kooky as Zoobles design is.

Gangle:

Her kart is based on my favorite car, classic style but not too cool because you can bet she has anime stickers on the back and a decal that says “please let me merge before I start crying.” It’s similar to a karmann ghia convertible, 1963. Cherry red (so so pretty) She always has the top down, unless competing because damn you gotta go fast. That car itself is really slow, top speed normally is 68mph, however people have modified them enough to get up to 120mph. Thats still pretty slow compared to others, but her kart only reflects the appearance of the ghia! It’s much faster and I assume Bubble works on all their vehicles if asked to.

Lastly, Ragatha:

Our 3rd motorcyclist. 4 Karts, 3 cyclists. Her bike is a futuristic style, if you want a good idea then look up “icare bike”! Not so much a straight forward posture, she leans over ofc, you’ll likely get the idea when you see her bike. I’ll be honest, I haven’t gotten too into her design yet because I haven’t started drawing but!! Dark blue leds,, everywhere yes yes so cool ❤️

Sorry that’s so much 😭 but yeah! Just need to finish 3 kart designs for you guys and I can make official ref cards 👀

[xxkitty13]

Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

Storyline will contain: young reader (20’s), nsfw, violence, dark themes

One Piece characters belong to Oda and the One Piece franchise, do not sell.

Next chapter- Part 2

Part 1: The Carnival

The East Blue is a calm ocean. Some consider it boring, but it's a safe haven for most. Unlike the other three Blues, it is not known for its notorious pirates—despite one. Many settle here hoping for a life of tranquility; however, life is always full of surprises.

It was to everyone's surprise when the small island of Febe was visited by pirates. No pirate has set coarse here. Why would they? There is nothing valuable for them unless they intend to take the farmland.

The small coastal town became clueless on the matter. Should they fight or flee? Neither of those things do any good. The mayor decided to stand watch, as many did the same. Who knows . . . maybe they're not hostile?

The ship pulled up to the dock— fairly large and full of colors. The Jolly Roger was unusual, it had a big red nose on the skull. Not what they had a mind when they approached the ship. The people became curious to whom these pirates might be. The crowd became larger, awaiting to see the people on board.

A large plank fell on the the side of ship, allowing the crew off. Strange they all looked. They did not appear to dress pirate like, instead they dressed in circus outfits.

The crew stood menacingly, observing the townspeople who dare make a move. It was then a loud laugh boomed from the ship; the pirates made way for laughing man.

Like royalty, the crew lined up to make way, it was the captain of the ship. A large orange hat, with dangling blue hair caught the eyes of the people. He had crossbones taking up the space of his forehead with blue stripes on each eye. He gave a flashy smile, showing off his exaggerated red paint that covered his mouth. Tying it all together was a large circular red nose that could be seen from a mile away, grasping their attention. Could this be the captain of the ship?

"Ladies and gentlemen, yours truly has arrived." He boasted. The red nose man looked at the crowd awaiting for their reaction.

No one said a word, but the look in their eyes gave plenty to say. Buggy grinned.

"Captain . . ." a man whispered.

"Shh Cabaji, there's no need for that."

Cabaji, the pirate with the side part with three yellow stripes, rolled his eyes stepping away from his captain. He has no clue to what he's up to. The captain is always full of surprises.

"There's no need to fear. We are not the pirates you think of," he said as he approached the crowd.

He raised his arms in the air. "I'm Buggy. Buggy the clown and I'm here to give you a show you've never seen before."

The surrounding people whispered to themselves. Not sure if they should believe this pirate clown; after all, pirates should not be trusted.

The mayor took the courage to take a step forward. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"I'd say you're the leader of this town, am I right?"

"Yes, I'm the mayor."

Buggy walked up to the man. The mayor was a bit larger than him. Rugged actually. He wore cowboy boots and a hat, covering his bald head. His puffy orange beard swayed against his grey suit. Buggy was not intimated to say the least.

"I go island to island to bring the circus to the people. I'd say this little town is in the need of some entertainment . Don't you think?"

The mayor looked at him puzzled, but it got him thinking. This island was well known for its ranching and agriculture. All the townspeople do is work. This proposal was intriguing of course.

"Mr. Dun, don't you think it'll be exciting?" Someone spoke.

"I've never been to a circus," another voice announced.

The people gleamed in excitement. Harvesting season was almost to an end. Many are burnout; the town was in much need of a break.

"Well I speak for the people that some livery is much needed. Better yet! I'd say we should host carnival! What do ya think, Mr. Dun?" Buggy roared.

The crowd went wild with the thought of a carnival.

"What?! A carnival? That would be so cool!" Someone blurted.

"Mr.Dun you must give them permission to set up in our town."

"Oh yes! Please Mr. Dun, nothing ever takes place here. So what if they're pirates? I don't think it will do any harm."

Mr. Dun became overwhelmed with the people shouting at him. He sighed as he stroked his orange beard. "Well . . . I can't go against so many."

His eyes met Buggy's as he took one last sigh. "Let me know what you need for your little carnival."

The clown gave toothy grin, chuckling to himself.

"Thank you mayor. I promise you won't regret it," he said shaking his hand. "Just let my crew know where to set up and they'll take it from there."

With a nod, the mayor stepped away and went to speak with one of Buggy's crewmates. The townspeople gathered amongst themselves laughing in joy.

"Captain Buggy what are you up to?" Cabaji said, eyeing the clown. Who walked away, heading back up the ship.

"I thought we were supposed to capture the townspeople. This was not apart of the plan."

Glaring at him, Buggy muttered, "Watch it. I changed my mind."

"But why captain? I find that odd of you."

"Don't know. I'm feeling a bit merciful today," he chuckled to himself. "Aw don't give me that look Cabaji. You'll have your fun when the time comes. We're taking a different approach this time. Besides the people seem to like us compared to the other towns."

"Now, go help set up"—threatening with a dark glare— "my carnival needs to be ready by morning or else . . ."

Before Cabaji could leave, Buggy grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close. "Oh, I almost forgot. If you see any bounty posters, destroy them. These people are unaware about us and I prefer for it to stay that way. Got it?"

"U-um y-yes captain!" With a sweat he scampered away.

He cackled watching his subordinate run off. Taking one last look at the people below he made way to his quarters. Opening the door to his room, he yawned. He sat at his desk and opened the cabinet to his right. Reaching in, he took out a map.

Buggy opened it. "If everything goes according to plan, getting this treasure will be easy. All I have to do now is wait." He smirked to himself.

"Maybe . . . just maybe . . . I'll spare the blood for once." With his maniacal laughter he took one last look at the map and placed it back.

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

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Happy trailer drop day! Hope ya'll are having some fun clowning, theorizing, and freaking out in general. I am. Hope I can add to that fun with another NFL Buck snippet, though I'm not too sure. This is a kind of sad snippet, featuring Red. Enjoy? (All things NFL Buck)

Eddie is midway through a somewhat calm 24 hour shift when his phone vibrates with a call. Caller i.d. shows a picture of his previous captain Tommy Vega with her twin daughters smiling bright at the last Texan's game Eddie brought them too. He is slightly confused as to why she would be calling in the middle of the afternoon on a Wednesday, but Tommy is a good friend and Eddie is always happy to talk to her. "Hey Tom's this is a pleasant surprise." Eddie answers abandoning his UNO cards, and leaning back in his chair. Across the table, a slightly irritated Chim scowls, mouthing 'Tom's' towards Hen sitting at the head of the table, who just shrugs and sets her own cards down, officially putting the game on pause. "Oh thank god." Ravi groans under his breath, slumping down in his chair next to Eddie's. Poor probie has had to draw way too many cards and Chimney was an evil bastard who kept making him draw one too many cards. "Eddie." Tommy states, her voice apologetic and layered with grief. Immediately, Eddie gets to his feet, and stalks over to kitchen, ignoring his crew mates startled and concerned looks. The last time Tommy said his name in such a way, his friend and previous paramedic partner Tim had been killed by a freaking lava rock. So yea, Eddie knew this tone of voice from Tommy meant only bad news and he needed the space to hear it. "Tommy, what is it?" He asks glumly, bracing himself for the worst. The paramedic captain lets out a wet sigh, "Its Red, Eddie. The cancer's back and they're saying he has less than six months." His stomach drops to his feet. Not Red. Not the man that not only Buck looked up to, but Eddie as well. The man who gave him and Buck a safe haven to be a couple. The man who is practically a pseudo-godfather to Christopher. His red door and sign, one of the most prominent points of Eddie's and Buck's relationship is because of Red. His motto, 'Just walk in' has gotten them through the toughest times since meeting. And now they are going to lose him to something he thought he had beaten. Fuck the universe. Fuck cancer.

*Hides behind offensive linemen (big ass football players that protect the quarterback)* I'm sorry?

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[sstar-ggirl]

The Lights shine brighter when you’re there.

Pairing: Alex Turner x AFAB!reader (but u can read as wtv u want)

Word count:1081 (this ain’t a blurb ts a fic atp😭💀)

Summary: filming for TBHC, 2018 era, super cute fluff shit

Mars rambles abt things: AIGHT SO I NEED THIS MAN TERRIBLY BAD. ESPECIALLY TBHC ALEX😭. Anyways I wrote a cute little fluff fic for the first time in forever bc I had time(FINALLY) anyways I’ll try to write as much as I can.

The set was abuzz with anticipation as Alex Turner prepared to film the music video for his latest album. Surrounded by a team of producers and filming crew, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for this particular project. The album was a supposed to be “a playful tune, super smooth but makes you feel expensive”he said when you asked about it. It carried a personal touch that resonated deeply with him – and he had the perfect person to share the screen with, his girlfriend, you. His most prized possession, something he wants to show off forever.

As the cameras started rolling, the set was transformed into a mesmerizing, eye catching jazz bar. The director, recognizing the unique connection between Alex and you, aimed to capture not just the essence of the song but also the genuine emotion shared between you two. The first scene unfolded in a dimly lit but well decorated jazz bar, the air heavy with the lingering notes of the melody.

Alex, dressed in his signature 70s style, met you in the center of the set, dressed in a tight black dress with a long slit in the side, black heels with gold accessories. There was an unspoken understanding between you two, a silent agreement to let the music guide the movements. As the haunting notes filled the room, you two moved with a fluidity that spoke of a deep, unspoken connection. It was more than just a regular dance; it was a dance of the heart.

The director, observing from behind the monitors, couldn't help but marvel at the chemistry on display. The raw emotion conveyed through his and your expressions painted a vivid picture of love and longing. The first scene wrapped, leaving everyone on set with a sense of anticipation for what was to come.

During a break, Alex and you found a quiet corner to steal a moment away from the commotion. You two shared a deep hug and kiss, acknowledging the magic that was created by you two. As you two broke from the kiss, Alex couldn't help but express his gratitude for having you by his side.

"(Y/N), you brought something special to this video, in fact this whole album – something only you could inspire. It's like the songs, the lyrics, the melodies come to life when you're here, or at home or sitting in the studio waiting for me to wrap up. You are truly the muse for my art." he confessed, his eyes reflecting sincerity.

You grinned and blushed, "Well, I happen to think your music brings out the best in me too, Alex. This is a great masterpiece in every sense."

As the day progressed, the scenes became more diverse, each one telling a different chapter of the song's story. From a rooftop overlooking the casino to a dimly lit jazz bar to the pool setting, the couple seamlessly transitioned from one setting to another, their connection intensifying with each passing frame.

The highlight of the video was a sequence where Alex and you found yourselves dancing under a canopy of fairy lights. The soft glow accentuated the tenderness in your movements, creating a visual poetry that mirrored the song's emotional depth. The crew watched in awe as the couple moved through the enchanting scene, your silhouettes etched against the twinkling lights.

As the day drew to a close, the final scene approached. The director wanted to capture an intimate moment between Alex and you that would serve as the emotional climax of the video. The setting was a quiet, candlelit room – a metaphorical space where their love could unfold without any distractions. A safe haven that hides all troubles and shows your true self to eachother.

The room was adorned with vintage furniture and flickering candles, casting a warm glow on as you two stood face to face. The soft strains of the song echoed in the background, creating a cocoon of intimacy around you. The director, satisfied with the day's work, whispered instructions to the cinematographer, signaling the start of the final scene.

With a subtle nod, the cameras began to roll, capturing the delicate nuances of the couple's expressions. Alex gently reached for your hand, his touch conveying a silent reassurance. His eyes locked, and in that moment, the world outside the set ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, immersed in the emotions the song evoked.

As the lyrics unfolded, Alex sang with a soul-stirring resonance, his voice intertwining with yours in a beautiful harmony. The vulnerability in your eyes told a story of love, heartbreak, and the unspoken promise of togetherness. The director, realizing the magic happening before him, chose to let the scene unfold organically, without interrupting the flow.

The room seemed to disappear, replaced by a realm where only your emotions mattered. Alex's thumb traced gentle circles on your hand, a silent gesture of comfort. Your closeness spoke volumes, transcending the scripted nature of the scene. It was a genuine moment, an unfiltered expression of the love they shared.

As the last notes of the song lingered in the air, the director called for a cut. The crew erupted into applause, acknowledging the authenticity and beauty captured in that final scene. Alex momentarily pulled out of that intimate bubble, shared a knowing smile, proud of the art you two had created together. You couldn’t stop staring at him falling deep in love within each second.

With the filming wrapped, the couple found themselves outside the studio, bathed in the soft glow of the evening. The air was crisp, and the city lights twinkled in the distance. They walked hand in hand, reflecting on the day's journey.

"I can't believe we did it," you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and exhaustion. Alex grinned, "It was magical, wasn't it? Having you by my side made it even more special. You’re really a present full of surprises aren’t you"

Later on, after leaving set, you two continued to stroll through the quiet streets, savoring the post-production bliss. The city seemed to have slowed down just for them, allowing them to relish the shared triumph. The music video, a testament to their love and collaboration, was destined to become a visual masterpiece.

Days later, as the video premiered to the world, fans and critics alike were captivated by the palpable chemistry between Alex Turner and you, (Y/N) (L/N). The comments flooded in, praising not only the song but also the genuine connection that elevated the video to a realm beyond ordinary music visuals.

In interviews, Alex and you shared snippets of their experience, emphasizing the organic nature of the collaboration. The music video, now a symbol of their artistic minds, resonated with audiences on a profound level, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who watched it.

As the applause echoed and the views skyrocketed, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment. His journey- no Your journey together, from the studio to the screen, had not only produced a beautiful piece of art but had also strengthened the bond between eachother. The music video became a cherished chapter in your love story, a visual representation of the magic that happens when two hearts beat in perfect harmony.

[podcastjam]

May 18: SPACE SPECKS

Here's a very early rundown of our characters - before they had names, we called them by letters to differentiate them! Have fun guessing who's who ;)

C who is trying to be a hero and knows that, regardless of their actions, it's a dead end. E who can't stop treating everyone like they're already dead. A who is fighting not to be lonely and is grappling with the fact that loneliness is staring them in the face. B who runs away from their problems and is running headfirst into this one. D who got left behind, who can't trust anyone including themselves.

@spacespeckspod : "A year has passed since the collapse of New Olympus, a space society created decades prior by the earth's governments looking to start a new life on an exoplanet. Doomed to fail from the start, New Olympus' citizens feared the end of the world once and witnessed the collapse of their safe haven a second time, left scattered in makeshift camps across the galactic wasteland, with no intent to return to the ruins of their former colony. However, one haphazard crew of survivors embarks on a brave—or foolish—journey to search for a still-missing friend amidst the wreckage."

We're counting down to episode release by highlighting one podcast a day. Check out this show on May 25th!

[good-old-gossip]

Israeli army carries out random killings, new forced displacement campaign in Gaza City’s Zaytoun neighbourhood

Palestinian Territory - As part of its ongoing military operation in Gaza City, the Israeli army carried out a second day of random killings in the city’s southeastern Zaytoun neighbourhood. Israel’s clear aim is to imposea new forced displacement campaign, destroying Gaza City and the Gaza Strip’s northern region, and evacuating its residents.

The Israeli army conducted its second military operation in less than three months in the Zaytounneighbourhood. Amid heavy Israeli air and artillery attacks, a military ground incursion, the forced evacuation of hundreds of families, and the bombing of residential squares, Palestinians in the area are struggling to survive.

The neighbourhood, which is thought to be among the most densely populated areas in the Strip with an estimated population of 78,000, was previously targeted by the Israeli army in numerous airstrikes prior to the new ground assault.

The ongoing bombing is said to have resulted in numerous civilian deaths and injuries, while ambulance crews have encountered difficulties in reaching the victims. Reports also affirm that displaced people have also come under Israeli gunfire.

Forty-two-year-old Zaytoun neighbourhood resident Ibrahim Fathi Yassin told Euro-Med Human Rights Monitor that he and his family were forced to evacuate to a shelter in a school due to intensive shelling. However, they were targeted by an Israeli quadcopter and hit while walking down Totah Street, which resulted in Yassin’s injury and the death of his father, who was left bleeding at the scene due to the heavy gunfire.

Another displaced resident, Muhammad Al-Baba, told the Euro-Med Monitor team that residents of the Zaytoun neighbourhood came under intensive shelling on Friday morning, forcing them to leave their houses. While searching for a safe haven, they were targeted by an Israeli quadcopter. At least one member of the Abedfamily, a girl, was killed during the attack.

Al-Baba further noted that the Israeli army also attacked scores of displaced people taking refuge in the Shuhada Zaytoun School, resulting in numerous casualties. Notably, the targeting did not spare the carts that the residents depend on for movement during thedisplacement process.

Talal Saeb Al-Harazin told the Euro-Med Monitor team that he and his nephew suffered moderate and serious injuries while trying to flee their home in the Zaytounneighbourhood after being targeted by at least three artillery shells. The shells caused major destruction in the area.

By expanding the buffer zones it creates inside the Gaza Strip to strengthen its military position in the Netzarim axis—separating the north and south of the Strip—the Israeli army is able to commit more killings, cause more destruction, and displace more individualsin an effort to escalate its genocide against Palestinian civilians and impose a fait accompli. This has been going on for weeks in places like Al-Mughraqa and the Nuseirat refugee camp in the central Gaza Strip.

Israel continues to break international law by committing crimes against humanity, war crimes, and grave violations against the Palestinian people, primarily in the Gaza Strip.

Prompt international action is therefore required to end to Israel’s genocide and campaign of forced displacement against the Strip’s population, which violates international law and amounts to the crime of forcible transfer.

Civilians are still being evacuated from their homes and shelter centres without being provided a safe place to stay, and are instead being left out in open spaces without any facilities to supply basic necessities for life and safety, or security during their displacement. In addition, homes, gathering places, and residential neighbourhoods are being systematically and widely destroyed by Israel, depriving forcibly displaced people of a realistic timeline in terms of when they can expect to be safe. 

Source - https://euromedmonitor.org/en/article/6317/Israeli-army-carries-out-random-killings,-new-forced-displacement-campaign-in-Gaza-City’s-Zaytoun-neighbourhood

[spacespeckspod]

A year has passed since the collapse of New Olympus, a space society created decades prior by the earth's governments looking to start a new life on an exoplanet. Doomed to fail from the start, New Olympus' citizens feared the end of the world once and witnessed the collapse of their safe haven a second time, left scattered in makeshift camps across the galactic wasteland, with no intent to return to the ruins of their former colony. However, one haphazard crew of survivors embarks on a brave—or foolish—journey to search for a still-missing friend amidst the wreckage.

SPACE SPECKS is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi audio drama about the second end of the world and the people who refused to end along with it. Created for the 2024 @podcastjam, the pilot episode will release May 25th, 2024. You can find the transcript for this episode here.

[ourtearsofrain]

Chapter 3- Into It Deeper

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Genre: angst?

Word Count: little over 1.7 k

Warnings: sword fight with Sammy (no one gets hurt)

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You stand, stretching before you make your way towards him. He hesitates at the door, his hand unmoving on the knob.

“Wait- before we go out there, you need to know something. I know the Kiszka’s very well and if they don’t decide to kill you, they’ll make you prove your usefulness. Do you know your way with a sword?”

You nod, offering no other explanation.

“Good. Knowing them, they will make you fight one of us, my guess is Joshua or Samuel. We all have weaknesses, and I’m only telling you now to give you a fighting chance.”

Saying nothing, you wait patiently for him to continue.

“Joshua is partially deaf in his left ear. He’ll tell you it’s because the first man he killed screamed so loud it ruptured his eardrum but, he actually stood too close to a cannon firing when he was a kid. Jacob has a bad knee, took a bullet to the right one when he was 16. It’s not bad enough that it impairs him when fighting, but if you hit the side of it, he immediately crumples. Now Samuel has the worst weakness, if they give you an option of who to fight, choose him. He gets too cocky when he notices any sign of weakness from his opponent, when he knows he’s bound to win. He’ll draw it out and tease them, makes a real show of it. If you fight him and you fake near defeat well enough, you’re bound to catch him off guard.”

He finishes, waiting for any reaction from you. He gets none as you stare blankly at him.

“And you? What’s your weakness?”

He throws you a sheepish sideways smile. “I get too focused, especially if I have a bow in my hands. I can think of nothing other than that, which is great if I’m fighting one opponent, but not so much if there’s multiple. What about you?”

You think for a moment, deciding you could trust him with this as he just did with you.

“I underestimate myself. Especially if I know my opponent has a better chance of winning. Once that gets into my head, I’m bound to self-sabotage.”

“Well, when they do make you fight, stay out of your head. I’ve known them my whole life, if you remember what I said, you have just as much a chance of winning as they do.”

He goes to open the door before you stop him, placing your hand on his forearm.

“Thank you, Danny.”

“Of course. I know what it’s like to be surrounded by pirates, knowing some of them wanted you dead. Know that you have a friend here, Polaris.”

With that he opens the door, beginning to walk down the corridor as you trail behind him. As soon as you reach the deck, your eyes go wide at the beauty surrounding you. The ships have docked in a massive cavern, a waterfall at its entrance hiding it from prying eyes. Within this cavern, a “town” sits, buildings set against the rock on high planks keeping them above the water. Lanterns light the space, each building having many hung against their sides. The sound of joyous yelling, laughter, and music reaches your ears as you gaze in awe from the distance of the ship.

“Welcome to The Garden.” Danny says with a smile. “Kellen Kiszka built this place, for his family and our allies. It’s a safe haven for us. Whenever we need to lie low or restock, we come here.”

“It’s- beautiful.” You breath out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s home.”

“Good to see you still alive, Polaris. Thanks for not killing them, Daniel.”

You turn, seeing Jacob making his way from the helm towards you.

“No problem, Captain.”

Jacob stops next to you, looking you over from head to toe to ensure no harm had come upon you. When he’s satisfied not even finding the smallest scratch, he motions towards the dock.

“Well, shall we?”

You and Danny follow him as he makes his way off the ship, joining the small groups of his and Joshuas crew as they make their way towards the lively city. You hear a sharp whistle from behind you, turning to see Joshua holding a small lantern with Samuel, making their way towards you, Danny, and Jacob through the crowd.

“We need to talk. All of you.” Joshua says shortly, his jaw clenched and body language tense.

He takes the lead of the group, expecting the rest of you to follow him. Just before you reach the town, he splits off to the side, down a lesser worn path towards a small building, its lanterns unlit as it sits alone in the dark. Joshua is the first to enter, immediately busying himself with lighting each lantern in the room with the one in his hand. As the candles cast light across the room, you take it in, seeing nothing but a large open space, the only “decorations” being swords and daggers hung on the walls.

“Our father used to train us here, when we were too young to join him on his travels. We haven’t used it in years.” He turns towards you, glaring as he sizes you up. “But tonight, we will use it to see if you are fit to join us.”

Remembering the conversation you and Danny had had back on the ship, you feign surprise and confusion.

“What-“

“First, you choose your weapons. Then you’ll choose your opponent.” He explains, motioning you towards the racks of blades on the walls. “So, choose.”

You walk towards one, first grabbing a small dagger and strapping it around your hips, the blade laying against your right side. Next, you take a sword off the wall, testing its weight in your hands, your back to the group as they watch you.

This one. Perfectly balanced, like it was made for me.

You turn back towards the group, taking its hilt in your hand and holding it lazily at your side as you flash your most innocent eyes at them.

“Is this a good one?”

Samuel and Joshua erupt into laughter, thinking you surely had no chance in a match against one of them. Jacob’s mouth draws into a thin line, his jaw clenching at your “lack” of knowledge. Daniel is the only one who has not lost faith as he tries to keep a smile off his lips at your act.

“Yes, it’s a fucking good one.” Joshua says pointedly when he stops laughing. “Now, choose your opponent.”

You eye the group carefully, putting on your best show at making it seem as if it was hard to choose between them.

“Samuel.”

Your response shocks the group, as all but Danny expected you to choose Jacob or Daniel, knowing they would show the most mercy. Samuels eyes glint with a raging fire as he grins maniacally.

“Finally. I’ve been wanting to cut you down since the moment you stepped onto our ship.”

“My ship, Samuel.” Jacob cuts in.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter now. You can’t protect them here.” He draws his sword as he takes a step towards you. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll make your death quick.”

You remember how you had fought when your father first began teaching you, mirroring your old clumsy motions as he walks towards you. You grasp the hilt with both hands, your arms stiff as you hold it in front of your body, pointing at Samuel as he hungrily eyes you. Both of your feet are planted under your hips, fully facing him as his body rotates, his sword hand closest to you.

He makes the first move, slashing at your blade with his own as he steps forward. Your grasp loosens, and the hilt drops from your left hands grip, still managing to stay within the right as he laughs.

“C’mon, at least try. It’s no fun to kill such an inexperienced opponent.”

You back away from him, intentionally backing yourself into a wall. He sees his chance and takes it, jabbing the tip towards your stomach, jumping forward as he does it. You manage to step to the side, but his free hand catches you, drawing your back against his front as he holds the blade to your throat.

“Told you I’d make it quick.” Is all he says before you elbow his gut, slipping out of his grasp and away from him as he recovers.

“So, we’re playing dirty, huh? I was going to show you mercy.”

He arcs his blade towards you once more, and you bring your own up to block it, instantly stepping out of his reach once more. He growls, baring his teeth as he makes another advance. Once again, you block it, attempting to step away from him. His left hand shoots out to grip your arm, throwing you to the floor, your sword clattering against the wood feet away from your hand.

He walks towards you slowly, his blade pointing straight at you as you crawl backwards on the floor. The point reaches your throat, nudging your chin up to force you to meet his gaze, your face twisted into an expression of terror.

“Beg. Beg for mercy.” His face is alight with elation, already imagining your blood pooling on the floor beneath him.

You let your act drop, your face deadpanning as you stare up at him. “No.”

Before he can process the response you kick his hand, sending his sword flying across the room. You stand rapidly, tackling him around the middle and sending you both to the floor. You land on top of him, straddling him as you unsheathe your dagger, holding the edge against his throat firmly enough for him to feel the sting of it.

He looks up at you with wide eyes, his mind racing as it catches up to the events that just unfolded.

“Beg.” You spit, rage dripping from your words. “Beg for mercy.”

His hands come up in surrender, his breath catching as you press down into his throat with your dagger.

“Mercy- Mercy.” His voice is broken, fear clawing at his insides as he breathes heavily.

You remove the dagger, placing it back in its sheath as you stand. You pick your sword up, intentionally flashing it around in a show of your true skill with a blade before grabbing Samuels as well. You flip it in your hand, catching the tip before offering the hilt to the man still on the floor. You turn towards the three men still standing, Joshua and Jacobs jaws dropped in awe as Danny smiles at you.

“So, am I good enough to join you?”

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A/N: the title, of course, is taken from the lyrics to The Indigo Streak

[lonestarflight]

“FUTURE SPACE STATION CONCEPT---In the summer of 1982 NASA sponsored industry studies to examine mission requirements for a possible U.S. space station. The studies analyzed future missions in space to determine what attributes a space station would have to have to fulfill these missions. While the studies focused on mission requirements and appropriate space station 'architecture,' several renderings were produced to enable a possible station configuration to be envisioned. This picture, an artist’s concept, portrays one possible space station, as conceived by Rockwell International’s North American Space Operations Division.

The picture shows a mature space station configuration, which includes two solar panels to provide power; several modules for command, habitation and experimental activity; a Shuttle-sized unpressurized rack for storage of payloads; advanced remote manipulator systems for the assembly of large structures and servicing/storage of satellites and instruments; and a locking/utility hub that might serve in addition as a 'safe haven' in case of emergency.

Attached to the station in this picture is a Shuttle orbiter. The Space Shuttle would periodically visit the space station, delivering new crews, supplies, and payloads as required.

Also shown in this picture is an Orbital Transfer Vehicle (OTV) delivering an advanced communications satellite to geosynchronous orbit. Such a vehicle could be space-based at the station, providing a significant gain in economy and capability.”

Flying The Space Shuttles, Don Dwiggins, Dodd, Mead & Co., 1985

Photo posted on Flickr by Numbers Station: link

Information from Mike Acs

NASA ID: S84-25873

Mike Acs's Collection: link

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

May I introduce my Space Rangers AU, just a teeny tiny bit?

At least- some initial doodles including some designs for it-

While there are a lot of other characters that have fun designs and backstories for this au, these four (+ Rusty) are the main focus for now-

They're space experiments, escapees from A.F.O (not the person), an organisation that experiments and tries to create perfect beings using solar and lunar energy extracted from suns and moons!

Brief character info:

PL:

Was stolen as a child from Earth and experimented on, ended up busting out and saving a bunch of the other kids.

Took them to Yuuei (a built up safe haven for all, home of the space rangers)

Ended up going on some adventures with Ecto, who was now his best friend that would tag along with anything.

Became a ranger captain and eventually built a crew with Ecto

They accept odd jobs and commissions, no matter the manner of them, and get money through them (+occasionally thieving things)

He ends up rescuing and breaking out more experiments from different A.F.O bases, and takes them to Yuuei for safety.

Rescued Rusty, who was in the animal space trade, and now looks after him and treasures him.

Hes about 70% space rock and metal and random alien blood at this point-

Loves to visit earth to get the snacks there.

Ecto:

Was a royal from a planet with constantly shifting gravity, so his body allows him to just kinda switch his own sense of gravity around if that makes sense-

(he can just vibe on the ceiling whenever he wants lol)

Also has this shadowy bone demon that lives within him/as part of him.

Got stolen and his planet kinda got wiped out, and off he went to go get experimented on.

He was supposed to be 'scrapped' but survived bc of Higari.

They made friends with each other when still young, Higari saved Ecto from being killed and he helped him break out.

Ever since then, he stuck with him and became a ranger with him (also ended up falling for him and becoming a huge mess about it)

He really likes the sweets that Higari gets him from Earth.

Tsunagu:

From an ancient civilisation that is now long gone, his entire kind was wiped out after him and a other kids got stolen by A.F.O.

Was part of the original experiments carried out by the actual AFO(person) before Tsunagu kinda went rogue, killed him, destroyed the original base and fled.

He is OLD as fuck.

He would qualify as a "royal" but wouldn't use that title, as within his civilisation they were all perceived as noble beings.

He can shapeshift, never shows his natural form due to insecurities with how he was experimented on, and trust issues.

The experiment on him went VERY wrong, and he was accidentally injected with the Solar energy of an ancient Celestial Solar Being :]

It inhabits his being and goes rogue sometimes. It is searching for its "Home", which happens to be its other half - an ancient lunar being <3

He is dangerous and grouchy as hell, but has a sense of humour deep down.

Also met Higari and his crew by being broken out of jail by him and now constantly relies on him to break him out of jail. Very often.

He's a captain of his own ship and crew.

Shinya:

Was stolen from earth quite a long time ago as a baby and not only experimented on, but raised by the scientists.

He was brainwashed and all that jazz to become one of their "higher functioning mercenaries".

He aided in their schemes and killing for quite the long time until he was sent on a mission out to earth.

This didn't go well, and he ended up losing all of his memory to do with A.F.O and space and only knew the information he was given to fit in: "Shinya Kamihara, age 33, scientist and medic for space exploration"

He came back out to space on an expedition and it went wrong, he got stranded with important dangerous stuff, and eventually gets helped by Higari and his crew and meets Tsunagu.

The rest is all a very long plot. He has to find out who he was and is.

He has hidden markings from his experiment mercenary days, and only certain circumstances/equipment/technology can reveal it.

He also, mirroring Tsunagu's predicament, is the host for the Celestial Lunar Being that is searching for it's home.

:)

Rusty:

The Bestest Boy

Is a Space Travelling Dinosaur

He is small, very huggable, and likes to eat seeds and nuts and occasionally anything else thats handed to him.

Rescued by Higari from being traded in the space trade.

He can blow lil sparkly galaxy bubbles from his nose-beak-thing, and step on them if he wants to.

He is The Best Space Ranger.

[poorsapadvocate]

Solarpunk fans continue to eat well at the Wholesome Direct.

Full list of games with links under the cut. I tried to single out games that appear to focus on nature, technology, and community. However, I only have as much info as these trailers, and sometimes I get them wrong (like Venba--fantastic game, absolutely not solarpunk.) There’s rarely a game that I don’t care about at the Wholesome Direct, so check it out for yourself. The limited edition merch this year is going towards the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund, so go buy some maybe!

Sally: Sally is a life-sim game about community and belonging. Embark on a grand journey aboard a magic flying ship. Navigate daily life as a kid with a diverse crew unique to every game. Craft, cook, farm, build and explore the skies as you become who you want to be amongst your found family.

Caravan SandWitch: Embark on a journey across vast landscapes in Caravan SandWitch, a captivating narrative-driven exploration adventure.

Space Sprouts: Embark on a journey filled with cozy cosmic chaos and dive deeper into the mysteries of your solar punk spaceship with each replay. Get entangled in the ship's unique physics and make this place your new home.

Crab God: Crab God is an atmospheric underwater strategy game. Guide your Crabling colony through wild ocean depths, and defend the egg of the next Crab God. Restore and protect diverse coral reefs, making a difference in the real world as you progress in-game. Make waves, praise the claw!

Spilled: Clean up ocean waste in this relaxing & satisfying cozy game! Recycle, earn coins, upgrade your boat, repeat! Explore and clean up new areas with more waste and new challenges!

Tukoni Forest Keepers: Tukoni: Play as the forest spirit Tukoni as you meet unique characters, solve captivating puzzles, brew fragrant tea and explore a magical world filled with kindness.

Ete: Été is a relaxing painting game set in Montréal. Color the city to explore, create artworks on canvas, collect stamps in your album, decorate your studio, fulfill commissions from your neighbors, and unleash your inner artist!

Into the Emberlands: Venture out into the Emberlands and uncover an ever-changing world filled with surprising encounters and mystical creatures! Save villagers who got lost in the Miasma, collect resources and rebuild your village to create a safe haven for your people.

Fantastic Haven: Restore the equilibrium of magic by saving endangered fantasy creatures. Build your shelter to welcome and protect them, explore unique regions, rally neighboring populations to your cause and rehabilitate creatures in their natural environment.

Bonus:

Garden of the Sea: A chilled-out life sim where you play, craft, and explore across magical islands. Build a house, grow a garden, nurture animals, adventure across the surrounding ocean, and make yourself at home!

FruitBus: A journey of flavors and friendships awaits you in your cozy, customisable food truck! Forage for fresh ingredients to create your own menu, then feed tummies and souls with home-cooked meals. Change the world, one apple at a time. (this ad made me tear up)

Broken Lens: Broken Lens is a cozy game where you will discover the story of a little robot with a sight problem. Explore manifold cute environments at your own pace and investigate to understand what happened to them. Will you be able to uncover all the secrets?

Map Map: Embark on a cozy treasure hunt as cartographer of an adventure crew. Use your sense of direction to make maps, help your companions and explore idyllic islands.

Discounty: Manage your own supermarket! Organize and restock shelves, check customers out, make local trade deals, and befriend a quirky cast of characters. Salvage a failing shop in the once-thriving town and grow it into a thriving business empire. But be warned: not everyone in town wants you to succeed. (seems to be more on the dystopia side, but still focuses on relationships with community and the environment.)

Kamaeru: Foster a sanctuary for frogs and restore the biodiversity of the wetlands in Kamaeru, a cozy farming sim where you raise frogs by playing mini-games and decorating your habitat. Hop right to it!

Sopa: Miho steps into the pantry to fetch a potato for his grandma and falls into a magical world full of wonders. Meet quirky characters, venture through the depths of South America, and learn the importance of the things we pass along in this unforgettable emotional narrative adventure.

The Palace on the Hill: A heartfelt story of ambition, struggle, and friendship told from the perspective of a young boy in fictional 90s rural India. Explore ancient palace ruins, set up your garden, cook Indian food, run errands for quirky characters, and learn about your history by making art.

Moonstone Island: Moonstone Island is a creature-collecting life-sim set in an open world with 100 islands to explore. Make friends, brew potions, collect Spirits, and test your strength in card-based encounters to complete your Alchemy training!

Bonus Bonus: Okay look it wasn’t on the Wholesome Direct this year and it probably won’t be very solarpunk…but Davy Wreden is releasing a tea-shop sim game and it’s either going to be the best or the worst game of my life so I need someone else to know about it

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Kinktober Day 17: Threesome

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7513

Warnings:Afab!reader, gendered language, f/f/m threesome, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, pegging, piv sex, ass to vagina, double penetration

A/N: I know this is probably common sense but just to be clear - I do not recommend engaging in ass to vagina or even ass to mouth irl! It’s hot as hell as a fantasy but no one wants the kind of infection that could potentially cause! Always practice safe sex guys! Health comes first! 👏😤

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Hushed laughter filters through the cabin, secretive and soft. The playful sound only seems to emphasize the rustle of clothes, feet on the floor, hands caressing the other's body with the stilted whisper of contact. Even the ever present groan of ocean waters lapping at the ship to gently rock the hull is not enough to conceal the static shuffle of two people indulging in one another but it was safe here, far away from any prying eyes. A haven for simple hedonism. 

Your knees sink into the downy mattress next to his hips as you climb into Kazuha’s lap and he welcomes you in with open arms that curl around your body to pull you close against him. A slow breath of contentment sighs out of you to tease some of the loose flyaways in his hair. He tips his head back, issuing a quiet hum, and gives you that always placid smile when you get settled on top of his thighs. Bringing your arms up, you wrap them around his neck and lean in, and he does the same. Your lips meet in a savory, unhurried kiss while his hands knead around your waist, tugging you into a tortuously slow grind on top of him. 

The two of you retreated down here not long after the festivities got into full swing up on the deck for some privacy and entertainment of your own while the rest of the crew partied for half the night. It was no secret that Kazuha was a lightweight so he was often barred from taking part in any celebrations that involved drinking no matter how much he pouted or sulked about it, and this time was no different. The captain had been adamant that he was to stay away from the booze and you’d decided to keep him company so he didn’t feel quite so put out about it. You suspected he actually preferred it this way, though. Kazuha was a little too keen on satisfying life’s simple pleasures to decline the gratification of another’s touch. 

And he kisses you, slow and easy, while his hands map out the curve of your body. Those long fingers dip into the bend of your waist before dragging higher to palm at your ribcage with a tight squeeze. Your breath puffs out in a stilted exhale, but he just takes that opportunity to deepen the exchange. The way his tongue dances with yours feels poetic, almost; confident and enticing yet so gentle at the same time, so light it masterfully pulls you into his pace as if of your own volition. Rolling your hips over his lap, you arch and press your breasts into his chest as one hand slides up into his hair to close around the roots. That makes him moan, and you smile against his mouth. 

Quickly smiling as well, Kazuha wraps his arms around you once more so he can pull you down with him when he plops back to sprawl out on the bed. Thoroughly tangled in each other now, you shift to lay next to him on your side and throw your leg over his hip when he nudges himself up against you again. He continues to kiss you through it all, even when he grinds his stiffened cock into the stifling hot space between your legs. A slow motion shudder works through you as you push back, gradually falling into a steady push and pull with one another. Just enjoying the press of each other's bodies, the quiet promise of more to come. Bigger things, better things. 

Oh, you could hardly contain your excitement. 

“Do you think we’ll have to wait long?” He asks when he finally separates his mouth from yours a lifetime later. His always soft voice is a bit raspy with desire, thicker, and you reach up to brush some of that silky pale hair back behind his ear. 

“Doubt it. If it was just one of us that might be a different story but … the absence of both of us is sure to be sorely noticed soon.” You grin at him and he smiles back, a soft note of laughter coloring his words when he leans in to brush his lips over yours again. 

“Then it will be my pleasure to keep you entertained in the meantime.” 

Giggling with each other, you spend a long time just touching one another and slow grinding like horny teenagers who didn’t know what to do beyond that point but weren’t quite brave enough to take the plunge just yet and find out. Both of you were aware that this was primarily a warm up though. An appetizer to the main event, the preview before the feature, and neither of you were in any hurry to rush it. Just basking in the warm glow of kisses and fingertips caressing along strips of exposed skin, and the excitable nudge of his cock against your cunt through layers of clothes. That was enough for right now, and it suited each of you just fine. 

And it’s so easy to get wrapped up in him like this when every brush of his hands was so deliberate and purposeful. Controlled with fine tuned patience that keeps his fingers steady even when he slips back to reach over the swell of your ass so he can tease your slit from behind. His ministrations neither turn jittery or impatient even when you feel his rigid length pulse against your front, clearly getting off on touching you like this but disciplined enough not to give in to the baser urge to tear at your clothes. To spread you out underneath him so he can sink into your body. Kazuha’s temperament is as mild as ever even now, sequestered away together like this, and you groan when he carefully tugs you half on top of him in a sprawl. 

Stretched across his chest now, you lean up to capture his mouth once again while one of your own hands slips into the folded layers of his top. His breath hitches slightly when you find his dainty nipple, and flick and tweak it in time with the still steady pass of his fingers rubbing over your cunt. It was an almost perfect synergy thrumming between you and him, but there was still one final piece of the puzzle missing … 

Your ears perk when you eventually catch the sound of approaching footsteps out in the hall. Kazuha tenses underneath you, his cock jumping at the implication, and you kiss him harder. More fervently. Give his stiff nipple a twist to make him whine into your mouth. His fingers finally stutter against your pussy, stilling altogether for a split second before grabbing a clutching handful of your inner thigh. You can feel the fleshy swell under his grip, how it pudges up between his digits, and you issue a faltering moan of your own. As if your need had been mutually stoked to the point of desperation, you start to grind against one another with a renewed sense of urgency. 

The door swings open behind you with a creak but you’re a little too caught up in the way Kazuha softly pants into your mouth to bring your head up. You already knew who it was anyway. A silent pause filters into the cabin and then the door swings shut again. The resounding click of the lock turning in place makes both of you whimper. 

“So this is where the two of you ran off to. Should have known.” Laughing briefly, Beidou steps closer to the bed, and the solid thunk of her boots on the wood flooring makes the cock under you twitch in excitement. 

Finally finding the strength to pull back, you look down at Kazuha as if in a daze. His cheeks were flushed a charming shade of pink, his gaze distant and dreamy. He already looked wrecked and you hadn’t even truly gotten started yet. But before you can tease him for that Beidou’s hand smooths over your upturned ass to make you whine low in your throat and you instinctively jut your hips up a little higher in humble supplication. Her battle hardened fingers trail a path over the curve and dip into the space between your thighs, brushing Kazuha’s knuckles in the process. Lightly, she touches along your slit and then flattens her hand against it, cupping you possessively in her palm with a knowing press, and you can’t quite stop yourself from yelping in delight. 

“You’ve been having fun without me, I see. You're so wet I can feel it right through your clothes, sweetness … hasn't Kazuha been taking care of you?” 

The man under your noises a plaintive little sound and shudders, jostling you slightly when he needily rolls his hips upward. Seeking out the same attention, begging for it. Offering himself up for her inspection just as willingly as you had. 

Turning your head to glance back over your shoulder, you find Beidou smirking to herself as she bends to drag her hand down lower. You know the exact moment she cups him the same way she’d done to you because he jolts and issues a flustered little groan that seems to bounce and echo off the walls. A small pang of jealousy creeps into your chest but he’d patiently awaited his turn while she greeted you first so you decide you can do the same as well. 

Even though you wanted all of the captain’s attention on you … 

Beidou soon straightens up again when Kazuha trembles underneath you, prompting him to keen very softly at the loss of her touch, but she doesn’t seem to pay it any mind. Coming close to bring one knee up and brace against the mattress, she leans over you. Her hand finds the root of your hair, much like you’d done to Kazuha earlier, and she tugs your head back at an angle that leaves you gasping. Gorgeous long brown tresses slip forward when she bends to claim your mouth in a casually possessive kiss. Kazuha wheezes quietly and his fingers dig deep into your hip and thigh, but he remains obediently pliant while she leaves her mark on you. 

Groaning dazedly when she finally pulls away, you let her tip your head down and watch as she then does the same to Kazuha, kissing him deeply until he eventually mewls into her mouth. Straightening up again, Beidou takes a moment to just look at the both of you, taking in the sight before her. You can’t help but whine when she eventually pulls back completely and her fingers slip away from your hair, leaving your neck feeling heavy and sluggish without her there to direct it. 

“Alright. We can play.” She murmurs, reaching up to shrug out of her short, fur embellished cape. Carefully sitting upright to straddle Kazuha while he pushes to his elbows, you attentively watch together as she tosses it aside to hit the floor with a near silent whisper of fabric before leaning forward to brace on her hands. The spill of her full, shapely breasts very nearly overtakes the halter like this, the cock under your straining up in response when she sends each of you a slow, knowing look. “How do you two troublemakers want it? Should I get out your favorite toy or will my fingers suffice for my favorite sluts?” 

“The toy, please.” You and Kazuha slur out in almost perfect unison, the thought alone making your pussy eagerly clench. 

Bawdily laughing again, Beidou shifts back to sit on the bed. “Both of you are insatiable. Come here then. If I’m going to be taking care of you guys all night I think I deserve to get mine first.” 

Neither of you needs to be told twice. 

Quickly untangling your limbs, you scoot across the bed to join her and Kazuha soon follows on his hands and knees. She reaches for him at his approach, cupping the nape of his neck with a clear sense of ownership. It makes him warble out a tremulous moan when she pulls him into another heated exchange that she leads the pace of and he eagerly submits to. You try not to pout about it as you lean into her side and reach up to paw at one breast. Beidou’s opposite arm comes around your shoulders, pulling you flush even as Kazuha heatedly groans into her mouth. She wasn’t wrong to call you both insatiable, but she handles it masterfully. Almost without even needing to try, or so it seems. 

Finally pulling away to leave Kazuha softly panting, she offers one more lingering peck to his kiss-swollen lips before tipping her attention down at you. Eagerly, you lean up to meet her when she bends her head close, letting her lay claim to your mouth yet again. You’re distantly aware of Kazuha shifting around on the other side and she soon issues a soft, pleasant sigh at what he’s doing. Cracking an eye open, you peer over to find his face buried in the crook of her neck, licking and nipping at the thin strip of skin between her collar and jaw. You promptly decide you aren’t going to be outdone, and lean back with a stuttering inhale so you can undo the single tiny button holding the neckline in place. His hands soon join yours in their task and together the two of you work to disrobe her. 

And Beidou is a sight to behold throughout all of it. Her hair shines lusciously in the lamplight when she flicks it back over her shoulder to make it easier for you to peel back the thin red qipao, eventually discarding it altogether to leave her in just the band around her chest, spank shorts and thigh high boots. She looks like a queen, regal and proud, even in this state of undress, and she smiles knowingly at the way both of you run your hands over her firm, powerful sides. Her strong arms, the swell of her hips, across the powerful muscles along her back. You would have worshiped her for hours on end if she would allow it, and you suspected Kazuha felt the same way. 

“Now you.” She purrs, and your heartbeat further quickens when you share a quick look with the man to your right. This was something else that didn’t need repeating though, and you shuffle a little closer to him when he reaches out a hand to take your upper arm in a loose hold so he can pull you in. “Kiss while you do it.” Beidou adds, a sly edge in her voice. “I hope you brats put on a good show for me.” 

A brief, shuddering exhale slips out of him, brows drawing inward as if stricken by overwhelm and carnal bliss. But he obediently leans close, heavy lashes drooping low when he opens his mouth and slips a pink tongue out. Quickly following his lead, your lips part and close over his, gladly accepting the hot, wet warmth that slips past your teeth to flick over the inside of your mouth in a taunting, enticing dance. Your hands work together to get each other's clothes slipped off, quickly joining the growing heap on the floor until both of you are at last down to your underwear. 

Gently, Kazuha takes hold of your silk chemise and inches it up over your head when you lift your arms for him. His palms — one bare and one layered in wrapped bandage — descend upon your breasts to knead and pinch, making your back bow in pleasure. You catch the soft sigh Beidou breathes out, your own fingers eagerly skittering down his sides to dip into the thin fundoshi tied around his hips and give the swell of his ass an appreciative squeeze. Figuring out the seemingly complicated garment had been a real challenge at first but you were familiar enough with it now to easily locate the knot, tugging at it to make the fabric loosen. He sedately reaches down to help you unravel the long strip, still kissing you, and Beidou chuckles very softly when his cock finally springs up into the space between you. 

“You’re just as bad as she is, Kazuha. You sure you don’t want to give your ass a break tonight?” 

He moans into your lips, higher in pitch and keening, before pulling back enough to quietly whine out, “I want both.” 

It was such a typical Kazuha answer that you can’t help but giggle. His favor for indulging in life’s simplest pleasures extended even to this, the most base form of gratification that existed in the natural world, and that was the crux of it, wasn’t it? How the three of you ended up sharing each other's time and pleasure between yourselves on long nights out at sea like this. 

But something in him seems to stir awake at the sound of your laughter, his eyes clearing from some of the fog that had fallen over him. You don’t get a chance to react when he reaches out to grab hold of your hips and half lifts, half yanks you closer to slot you between his knees. Tipping over at the sudden movement, you bounce back onto the mattress with a burst of giggles as he tugs at your bloomers to get them inched up your legs and finally discarded a moment later. 

“Man, you two always look so good together …” Beidou remarks almost wistfully. 

Kazuha sends you a slow look from under the messy fringe of his hair, one hand curling around your foot to pull it close for a brief kiss against the arch. You draw a slow, stilted breath while he does it, knowing too well how committed to putting on a good show for her he could really be. “Not half as good as you look with her, Captain Beidou, I’m sure.” 

“I think we all look good together,” You whisper into the statically charged air. “That’s why this works out so well.”

“Agreed.” Pressing another quick kiss to your foot, Kazuha lowers your leg and turns his head to look at the other woman. “Shall I proceed, captain?” 

Beidou pretends to think about that for a moment, humming as if in thought. “No need. I’ll deal with both of you soon enough.” 

Your heart gives a little thump at that, and you move to untangle yourself from Kazuha again. He helps you up and together you return to Beidou who leans back to brace on her hands. The shift in position leaves her chest presented in invitation, and you lean close to press your mouth to the swell of one breast. Kazuha’s hand crowds close, stiltedly pawing at the other, and she breathes out a quiet groan as you attack her in near perfect tandem. Slipping a finger into the band, you slowly inch it down until the meaty swell of her tit slips free, inspiring a shudder that makes her arch her back. You capture the stiff nipple in your mouth, sucking and flicking at it with your tongue, while Kazuha brushes his bandaged thumb over the other. 

Her breathing gradually deepens, becoming heavy and thick, and she groans a low sound when he eventually pulls his side of the band down as well so he can latch his lips around the opposite nipple. Another tremor works through her muscular frame to accompany the slow grind of her hips against the mattress. Both of you take your time with it, occasionally pulling up to pinch or roll the spit lathered buds between your fingers, the buzz of excited arousal so palpable in the room it almost feels smothering. 

Tipping her head back to shudderingly groan up at the ceiling when Kazuha reaches down to rub her cunt, Beidou gives her head a dull shake that makes her long hair dance against her back. “You’re going to be the death of me at this rate …” 

“But you like it, captain.” He murmurs, playful amusement lacing his tone as you release her nipple with a muted pop. 

Kissing your way down her stomach, making sure to give each defined abdominal muscle their own individual peck, you steadily work your way down to her spanks where you slip your fingers into the waistband. Kazuha’s quickly join you and together the two of you peel the fabric away from her and down her legs, tossing them aside without a second thought to where they might land. Finally left in nothing but her tall boots and the black halter bunched under her tits, Beidou reclines further back to brace on her elbows now. The spread of her tight body and the expectant glimmer in her visible eye makes your own arousal double and then triple. Archons, you’d never seen anyone more beautiful … 

“I expect you two to share. No fighting over who gets to eat me out like last time.”

“Yes, captain.” You once again answer in unison. 

Shuffling closer, you lay down between her spread thighs and lean in to kiss at the firm, meaty lips of her cunt while Kazuha nudges himself in from above, leaning over her pelvis at an angle. You roll your eyes up to share a brief, heated look with him as you spread her open with your fingers. Keeping his gaze locked on yours, he bends close to flick his tongue out and nudge at pink creases and folds, and you follow suit. It’s a bit cramped like this but, somehow the two of you manage to make it work. Keeping your head tilted, you lap at Beidou with playful little kitten licks, your tongue brushing against and entwining with his from time to time, and she groans in deep satisfaction as the two of you attack her clit from both sides. Shuddering, her hips slowly find a stilted thrusting motion that lets her fuck her pussy between one mouth and the next. 

“Gods, that feels good … keep that up and I’ll have to make sure to spoil you guys later. Would you like that?”  

You and Kazuha noise two flustered sounds of agreement, and your eyes slip closed in ecstasy at the mental image that comes to mind. Just thinking about Beidou taking her time with you, rewarding you for being so good for her has your own cunt fluttering around nothing. You couldn’t wait to feel her inside you … 

“Mm, that’s what I like to hear.” Breathing out a sigh of pleasure, she shifts underneath you and Kazuha to fully lay out on the bed. One of her legs curls out and up over your shoulder to loosely wrap around your head, giving you a bit more room to work with between her thighs. You tremble and moan at the dull press of her boot heel against your back at almost the same time Kazuha groans a tremulous sound as well, and you quickly realize she’s reached down to grip his hair in a fist. Beidou’s ability to keep both of you perfectly under control and equally engaged without getting overwhelmed herself was something truly impressive in your eyes and you can’t help but be star struck by it even now. 

It spoke to her talents, her strengths both physical and mental, and the inherent respect she commanded from those around her. If it had only been you and Kazuha rolling around in the sheets you likely would have traded roles between yourselves, switching seamlessly to suit your mood and needs. But with Beidou both of you were free to submit, to enjoy your domination in the most deliciously satisfying way possible. 

Even when her hips judder and tremble, Beidou still has the presence of mind to grind Kazuha’s face down into her cunt so she can fuck herself on his tongue. Even when her breathing becomes thin and shallow with the building tension in her body, she still has the wherewithal to squeeze her leg around your head to damn near smother you in her cunt. Panting heavily against slick, satin soft folds, you blindly reach under her thigh until you find Kazuha’s hand braced on the bed. He gives a little jolt at the contact but quickly turns his hand so he can grasp yours, fingers interlacing while Beidou rides both of your mouths with stunningly expert precision. 

“M’gonna’ cum … you guys ready?” 

Whining low in his throat, Kazuha leans down a little further to truly crowd his face in next to yours. Your cheeks squish together, breath mingling in the tight space between Beidou’s legs as your tongue tangles with his over her clit. A powerful tremor tears through her, muscles stiffly tensing up to accompany the way she hisses through her teeth. You’re vaguely aware of her pussy squeezing tight under your mouth and then a sudden deluge of slick floods your tastebuds to make your eyes roll back. You can distantly hear Kazuha moaning at the taste as well but you’re far more focused on the way Beidou twitches and heaves through her orgasm, positively soaking your face in sticky arousal. 

She basks in the waves of intense pleasure for a long moment, still softly rolling her hips until she eventually starts to come down from it one piece at a time. Slowly, her leg loosens around your neck and then falls away completely to splay out on the bed. With a final, lingering lap of his tongue, Kazuha slowly pushes up and you do the same. A brief, molten look between the two of you is all it takes and your mouths crash together, hungrily kissing and passing the taste of her back and forth between each other. Beidou chuckles softly, just watching the show for an extended beat while she recovers from her shuddering climax.

“What good brats I have … you both did well, but if you want your reward you’ll have to let me up first.” 

Flushed and groaning, you and Kazuha reluctantly break apart to look at one another. He was even more of a wreck than he’d been before, his hair askew and sticking to his sweat-dampened cheeks and forehead, but you probably didn’t look much better in that moment. Slowly, the two of you start to untangle yourself from Beidou, sluggish with arousal, and she reaches out to palm both of your necks in a possessive hold when she sits up. 

“I want you to lay at the edge of the bed while I’m getting ready, is that understood?” 

“Yes, Captain Beidou.” 

Giving each of you a squeeze, she moves to stand so she can go over to the chest pushed up against the far wall. While she’s rummaging around and fiddling with various straps, preparing for the main event, Kazuha takes your hand again so he can pull you to the side of the mattress. Together, you get situated on your backs, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and you offer him a cheeky little smile full of anticipation and eager excitement as you get settled in. 

“Who do you think will cum first this time?” 

He cocks a playful brow at that, his thumb tracing idle circles over your knuckle. “Shall we make a wager?” 

“Okay … first one to cum ends up on the bottom.” 

“I can hear you, y’know.” Beidou calls over, making you laugh and giggle with Kazuha. 

“Deal.” He whispers and, still holding your hand against the bed, he leans over to close the scant distance so he can kiss you again, humming quietly at the lingering taste of Beidou’s cunt on your lips. 

The thump of her boots soon approaches again, and you give your hips a supplicating shake as you spread your legs in invitation. Kazuha does the same, his bare thigh brushing against yours when he curls his leg up to open himself for her. Beidou’s hand caresses over your knee, prompting you to disengage from Kazuha’s mouth, and you glance up to find her leaning over the two of you. Your eyes immediately land on the thick length now dangling between her legs from the complicated rig of straps and buckles fastened around her waist, and your pussy clenches tightly in response. 

“Making bets like that behind my back … I wonder who’s going to win.” Gently humming, she dips her hand further in to tease along your slit and smear the copious arousal she finds there before zeroing in on your entrance. A quick glance to your side reveals her doing the same to Kazuha, his chin tipped forward against his chest and his lips parted in a silent moan while she prods at his vulnerable hole. You tighten your hold on his hand and both of you gasp when she starts to push into your bodies. The sly gleam in her eye makes you feel ten times hotter when she looks up, glancing between you and him with a knowing smile. “I have half a mind to make you both cum at the same time just to teach you a lesson. What would you do then, hm?” 

Panting, you slip your eyes shut to fully appreciate the way her calloused fingers penetrate your cunt and spread it open for her. The sensation makes every nerve ending in your pelvis light up like a goddamn firework, toes curling in the air. You wonder, idly, if she’s also using two on Kazuha, and the way he seethes and twitches at having his ass stuffed makes you suspect that she was. Beidou’s favorite lubricant from Liyue was a potent and extremely effective concoction though so you didn’t doubt that she would easily be able to make him take that many right off the bat … 

Beidou’s fingers curling inside you to attack the tight nerve cluster behind your upper wall quickly distracts you from thinking about what Kazuha is experiencing, and you toss your head back to groan up at the ceiling. A soft click soon rises in the cabin, highlighted by the quiet sound of his ass sucking in her fingers, and together you writhe with him on the bed. You were already so wet she could have easily taken you by now but Beidou always liked to show you both equal amounts of attention. Whatever prep Kazuha needed you would receive also, but you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to be upset about that when it felt so damn good.  

“Captain!” 

“Ooh? You’re sounding mighty needy there, sweetness. Don’t tell me you’re the one who’s going to lose.” 

“I … I’m not.” 

Laughing, Beidou withdraws her fingers and shifts to line herself up between your thighs. Grasping the fake, hefty cock in one hand while the other stays busy in Kazuha’s ass, she starts to lean her weight into you and you freeze with your mouth wide open at the stilted pressure it exerts. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” 

Inch by excruciating inch, her cock slides into the hot squeeze of your pussy and you lurch with a high pitched, faltering groan at the intense stretch. It brings sensitive, deeply satisfied tears to your eyes as you lift your head to peer down at yourself. Beidou looks amazing crouching over you like this, your cunt lips spreading around the intrusion and clinging to it in a meaty grip, and you outright wheeze as more and more of her disappears into your body. You’re so caught up in watching her claim you that you almost miss the way Kazuha shifts next to you, but then his unoccupied hand slides over to tweak your stiff nipple. The sharp friction makes you clamp down on her with an almost violent shudder, whining in the back of your throat.

“N - no fair!” 

“I didn’t hear nothing about any rules that said you couldn’t sabotage each other.” Beidou chuckles, amusement thick in her voice. 

She slides home a moment later and she takes the time to grind her pelvis against yours, both to tease your throbbing clit and also apply a blinding amount of pressure to your guts. The sound that bursts out of you seems to border on frantic and you jerkily turn your head to pin Kazuha with an imploring look. You weren’t sure if you were begging for him to stop ratcheting up your arousal even further or to keep going, but he only smiles though. That small, vaguely mischievous smile that belied his usually placid demeanor for the rarely seen sadistic streak hiding underneath. Leaning across to kiss you again while Beidou slowly eases back, dragging at your inner sleeve, he continues to tug at your aching nipple to make you whimper and mewl into his mouth. 

Desperately, you try to bring your hand up to stave him off as Beidou falls into a steady rhythm and the soft, wet clicks of your cunt sucking her in deep quickly grows louder, but he fiercely holds on. You arch against the pleasure making you tingle from head to toe, and instead lift your unoccupied hand from where it had been clutching at the sheets. But Kazuha doesn’t even react when you latch onto his wrist and weakly try to pull him off, relentlessly pinching and rolling your teat between his fingers until you have no choice but to tear your mouth from his with a haggard sound. Bleating into the static stillness, you glance down again to watch Beidou thrust that stiff, merciless length deep into your body, the force making your tits bounce and jiggle, and you cry out in fast mounting distress. Being the first to cum did not seem like such a far off possibility … 

“Captain — aahhn, please!”

“What’s wrong, sweetness? Ready to tap out already?” 

You jerk your head in a quick nod and she laughs, giving the meat of your inner thigh a tight squeeze and a taunting jostle before abruptly easing out of you. Brows drawing together in stricken bliss, you loose a faltering groan at the resulting little slurp when she slips free but she’s quick to stuff you with her fingers again. Seething at the sensation, you numbly watch her shift to the opposite side and position herself between Kazuha’s legs. His hold on your hand tightens with the faintest tremor that runs through him, and then he’s going stock still when Beidou starts to lean into him next. Glancing down, you take in the sight of his stiff cock resting across his lower belly and, beyond the fleshy mound of his ballsack, that thick toy slowly disappearing into him, much the same as it had done with you a moment ago, and you can’t help but issue a sympathetic moan that makes your head vibrate. 

“Look at you taking me so well, Kazuha … your pussy is just as greedy as hers, isn’t it? Both of you are always so damn hungry for my cock and it shows.” 

Whimpering softly, the man beside you twitches and arches his back, wheezing quietly under his breath as she gradually slides inside of him. The knowledge that she was using your slick to penetrate him, lubricating his ass with your arousal, just leaves you feeling so hot it almost makes the room spin. Subconsciously squeezing down on Beidou’s fingers at the sight of him so stricken by pleasure as much as the words she speaks, you let go of his arm in favor of reaching over to tweak his nipple in retaliation. It seems to punch a low moan out of him and, turning his head to look at you again, he gives your teat a reciprocating tug. 

“Is this how we’re going to play this game?” He whispers, distant and dreamy. Clearly distracted. 

“You started it.” You remind him, making Beidou chuckle as she quickly falls into that same steady rhythm she’d fucked you with. 

The fleshy plap, plap, plap of his firm ass hitting her soft thighs sounds loud in the otherwise quiet room, and his heated gasps and groans quickly rise up to join it. He really does take her cock so well, keeping his legs spread like an absolute slut even when each thrust jostles him against the mattress. Beidou wasn’t exactly sweet or gentle in the way she took her lovers, more often than not maintaining a demanding pace that begets submission on both the physical and mental level. It wasn’t really a matter of if you would cum but, rather, when she would pull a shuddering climax out of you. 

And it’s so easy to envision yourself in Kazuha’s place, to feel the spectral stretch and slide of her cock deep inside your cunt, that your guts instinctively milk at Beidou’s digits in a tight, palpitating squeeze. You moan at almost the exact same time he does, and he mirrors your shuddering tremors in near perfect unison. The two of you were feeding off each other, taking from the others pleasure and giving it back double, and Beidou was the expert conductor leading it all. 

“What do you brats think now, huh? Who’s gonna’ win?” 

“M - me,” You warble out, and Kazuha gives your throbbing nipple a sharp tug in response to make you gasp. 

“I don’t think so.” 

“You’ll see …” 

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Beidou drawls, her tone light and lilting, eventually slowing her thrusts to a drawn out, slow motion glide before pulling out altogether. The resulting wet pop has Kazuha whining, but just as quickly as she’d done to you, Beidou stuffs her fingers into his ass again and then moves back over to stand between your legs. “Something tells me sweetness here isn’t going to last much longer …” 

The blunt head of the toy presses into your sticky, swollen cunt lips and you go stiff as a board, mouth dropping open as if to scream, but nothing comes out while she gradually sinks back into you again. Kazuha issues a dazed little sound of fluster, squirming on her fingers beside you. Her pelvis meets yours a heartbeat later and you toss your head back, groaning so hard it makes your throat feel raw and abused, but she barely even pauses. Immediately finding that quick, snappy pace, Beidou reaches up with her free hand to grab the breast Kazuha wasn’t currently latched onto. 

“Come on, baby girl. I can feel how hard you’re squeezing me … you want to cum, don’t you? It’ll feel so good once you finally just let it go, so come on. Show me and Kazuha how hard you can cum for us.” 

“N - noooo! Not yet, not yet!” Deliriously, you toss your head against the sheets but it was too much. Between the two sets of hands fondling your breasts and the unrelentingly hard, stiff toy pounding in and out of you, you could feel yourself tipping dangerously close to the edge. “Please, captain, please, fuck Kazuha again just — ahhn! Aagghhn! Just for a moment, please!” 

“Nuh-uh, sweetness. You’re not getting off that easy.”

You suck in a sharp, gasping breath with every intention of begging some more but it gets caught somewhere in your windpipe. Practically choking on it, you desperately thrash and try to twist away from the intense pressure bearing down on you but it’s useless. There is no escaping it when you were effectively trapped between them, Beidou’s cock spearing you straight down the middle, and your frantic moans quickly start to take on a dire, urgent tinge. 

Kazuha giving your captured nipple a slow, taunting tug is what eventually makes the coil snap, and you cum with a jerk and a high pitched shriek. Your pussy spasms around the thick intrusion as you shake and writhe through your release, oversensitized tears clouding your eyes when Beidou fucks you right through and damn near into another. It feels like you’re falling apart on her cock, uncontrollably quaking between the two of them until you slowly start to come down from it what feels like an eternity later. 

Panting and wheezing in the aftermath, you let out a soft whimper when Beidou finally slows and then pulls out completely to leave your pussy weakly contracting in the aftermath. She takes a step back, untangling herself from both you and Kazuha, and he quickly takes advantage of that to roll over on top of you. Ignoring your mouse squeak protests, he slides his knees under your thighs and nudges them up to leave you spread out underneath him as he brings his face close to yours, that content and undeniably victorious little smile curling at his mouth. 

“I win.” He murmurs, nuzzling his nose against yours softly. Huffing and pouting, you try to turn your head away but he just follows you, pressing his forehead against yours so that you have nowhere to run to avoid his gaze. “Don’t be a sore loser, pretty girl.” 

“M’not …” You were and you knew that, and that’s why you tip your face up to accept his apologetic kiss when he tips his head down. It wouldn’t do any good to be petty about it but you would certainly get your payback later when he least expected it. 

“Aww, aren’t you guys cute.” Beidou purrs behind the two of you. She shuffles close again, the thunk of her boots warning you of her approach, but you still jolt when she swipes her hand over your defenseless cunt. Moaning into Kazuha’s mouth when you realize what she’s doing, you subtly tip your pelvis up for her and when she pulls back to grab hold of his cock, no doubt smearing pussy slick along his length, he promptly groans as well. 

Stiltedly, Kazuha pulls up in favor of wheezing into the scant space separating you from him. You can’t see it but you know she must be tugging at his length by the way he dully twitches, trembling at the sensation. 

Even knowing it’s coming isn’t quite enough to prepare you, and you give a quiet little squeak when she directs his cock head to your spread cunt. Obedient and pliant in her hands, Kazuha allows Beidou to direct him where she wants, at the speed she wants, and he slowly starts to sink into your waiting body. The two of you gasp and then groan in tandem, shaking against and with one another. He was less stiff and rigid than the toy, but so incredibly warm inside your guts that it makes you go cross eyed when his pelvis finally meets yours. His flesh and blood felt good — not necessarily better or worse, but a different kind of appeal — and you carefully bring your arms up to twine them around his neck. 

“How’s she feel, Kazuha?” 

“Amazing …” 

Quietly laughing, Beidou shifts around behind you and just the thought of her lining up to slide into his ass again has you shuddering on his cock, and both of you impotently rock against one another in anticipation. 

“Ready for my cock, baby? Your cute little hole looks so hungry and needy right now.” 

He hiccups at something she does, breath hitching in his chest with a barely there gasp. “Yes, captain. Please fill me up …” 

Beidou sighs in pleasure, followed by another brief shift, and then Kazuha goes so completely still over top of you that you know she’s breaching his body again. His eyes slip shut, thick lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks while he takes her straight down to the hilt. The cock inside you jumps and flexes, straining almost desperately against your guts when she hits his prostate, and the two of you once again shudder together in mutually felt ecstasy. 

Lifting your head to tuck your mouth against his sweat-dampened shoulder, you look past Kazuha to find Beidou squeezing around his waist, her attention focused on his upturned ass, and you outright moan when her pelvis presses flush against him. You watch for as long as you can when she starts to fuck him in earnest, her full tits jiggling with each thrust and her long hair swaying with the motion. It mercilessly rocks you and him against the bed to make the pressure on your guts double, and then triple. Finally, unable to hold out any longer when it felt like you were having the air punched right out of your lungs, you fall back to lay out on the sheets. 

Kazuha turns his head with a dopamine induced sluggishness, looking at you through the fall of heavy lidded eyes for a long beat before leaning in to kiss your mouth again. He whines and whimpers against your lips, his hips weakly flexing to fuck himself between you and Beidou, and you’re keenly aware of your toes flexing in the air with each stilted thrust. He was so sensitive for her, so stiff and hard for you, and your head starts to spin from the intoxicating rush of it all. 

You may have lost this round, but perhaps you could win the next one …

⭐

Crossposted: here

[sp4ce-invad3r]

[Transmission incoming…]

…HELL0? IS S0MEB0DY 0UT THERE?

MY NAME IS SPACE INVADER.

I AM A 15 YEAR 0LD KILLJ0Y LIVING 0UT IN Z0NE #5. I HAVE C0NSTRUCTED A FAIRLY SAFE BASE IN AN ABAND0NED WAREH0USE.

I HAVE BEEN LIVING WITH MY CREW HERE F0R 2 YEARS N0W, HIDING FR0M THE EVIL G0VERNMENT KN0WN AS BETTER LIVING INDUSTRIES.

I AM N0T MEANT F0R THIS PLANET. 0NCE MY SPACE SHIP IS C0MPLETED, I WILL RETURN T0 THE PLANET THAT I KN0W I WAS MEANT T0 LIVE 0N. NEPTUNE.

S0ME MAY CALL ME CRAZY, BUT I KNOW WHERE I AM MEANT T0 BE.

EVERY AFTERN00N, I SIT ON THE WAREH0USE’S R00F AND I WATCH THE SUNSET, UNTIL THE STARS C0ME 0UT, S0 I CAN TAKE A L00K AT MY TRUE H0ME.

. . .

I AM REC0RDING MY TRAVELS IN H0PES THAT S0ME0NE 0UT THERE WILL LISTEN T0 THIS. T0 HEAR ME. IM H0PING THAT Y0U, TRAVELLER, WILL BE THE 0NE T0 DO THAT FOR ME.

UNTIL NEXT TIME,

SPACE INVADER.

[End of transmission.]

MAIN BLOG IS THE-SPIDER-HAVEN

THIS IS A KILLJOY ROLEPLAY BLOG

HERE IS SPACE INVADER’S DESIGN & ARTWORKS IVE DONE OF HIM IN THE PAST:

(…feat SCORCH TRIAL: one of his crew members. There are no official artworks of BAT WING, his other crewmate.)

OFFICIAL DESIGN:

Feel free to roleplay, interact, and send in asks :)

PFP BY ZIFAN XU

I DON’T OWN ANY OF THE BLINKIES, STAMPS, OR GRAPHICS

#SPACE INVADER TRANSMISSIONS:

roleplay, in the form of radio signals, and can include certain asks (if it’s in rp)

#SPACE INVADER ASKS:

replying to asks in my inbox, usually in ooc

#SPACE INVADER RECORDINGS:

roleplay, but in the form of his voice recordings

#OOC / SILLY POSTING:

out of character,, or being silly in character

#SPACE INVADER PHOTO ALBUM:

Artwork I’ve made of him, acting as him

[vldsideblog]

It’s a known fact that Keith Kogane doesn’t sleep well. Between the insomnia and night terrors, it’s a welcome relief if he sleeps through the night. However he tends to make up some of those missing hours during the day. This can lead to some interesting situations.

It had taken months for Keith to really trust Shiro and Adam, to see them as family. But when he did become truly comfortable around them they were surprised at his uncanny ability to fall asleep literally anywhere.

On the floor? Yup. At the kitchen table? Happens every week. On top of the washing machine while waiting for his clothes to dry? Absolutely. In the car? Yeah. Hanging upside down off the couch? All the fucking time. On the roof of their garrison issued house? Way too often.

One day Shiro came home from a grocery run while Adam was at a meeting on campus to find his little brother curled up in a kitchen cabinet. When asked about this Keith just said it sounded like a good idea at the time and went to his room to play Minecraft. Eventually this just became part of life. The sky was blue, velvet was a bad texture, and Keith tended to fall asleep in weird places.

When the Kerberos mission failed, (and was covered up) this didn’t change. The old shack didn’t have an actual bed so the teen took to sleeping on the musty couch. But there were days that he was to tired to drag himself to the cushions and blankets, so he often woke up to find himself in random places.

The empty bathtub was a common one, as was the kitchen counter. On the dusty rug, in the corner under the table, even standing up. But Keith never really realized that this was a strange habit and just went with it. Besides if the only living thing to see you was a dying cactus, did social rules really matter. Even if you didn’t follow them in the first place.

Being in a space war kinda made things a bit more difficult.

For one, The Castle Of Lions was huge. Rooms upon rooms of the ghosts of Altean past. Furniture, trinkets, technology, art, everything. This meant there were lots of places to hide, and for an introvert like the red paladin, these secret places became a safe haven of quiet and calmness.

Now Keith had been diagnosed as autistic while back at the garrison, after Shiro realized how similar his mannerisms were to those of the Holt’s and Adam. This explained a lot of things for the teenager, his angry outbursts, were meltdowns. His social awkwardness was a misunderstanding of social cues. Even his troubles with food were just sensory issues.

So this led to him needing a lot of alone time to decompress after any interaction with others, especially the very loud energetic paladins of Voltron. Basically he spent a lot of his free time when not training, to wander the empty hallways and rooms. And as his sleeping habits had only gotten worse while in space and away from any stable routine, he took naps all over the place.

At least once a week some member of the crew ran into Keith, passed out in some strange location. Hunk often stumbled upon him in the kitchen, sometimes on the counters, at the bar, or even in the large pantry while looking for a snack.

Pidge tended to spot him asleep in the hanger, curled up near Red after a bad nightmare. Not that they knew that. Sometimes he even climbed onto Red’s head just to nap.

Lance often found him fully clothed curled up in a bathtub in the common area bathroom, at least he looked comfortable.

Allura would often spot him asleep in some strange contorted position in his chair on the bridge.

Coran tended to get the shit scared out of him while working on the inner workings of the castle, when he would see the red paladin passed out in some random alcove.

Shiro often ran into his unconscious brother while he was taking his own late night walks around the castle. Keith wasn’t the only one with nightmares after all. Keith would be tucked into a corner in the hallway, or had shoved himself under a random table. Shiro would just chuckle to himself and carry the sleeping teen to his own bed.

Now while these sleeping habits weren’t exactly healthy, they never caused much of a problem. Until they did.

After a battle gone wrong Keith always found himself in the training room battling out his frustration on one of the bots. But he would be sluggish and overestimate his ability at the time. After getting beat up by the gladiator while sleep deprived too many times Shiro insisted that the automatic bots be shut off after combat. Keith would just have to settle for an old fashioned dummy.

His strange habits never really changed, the nightmares continued. But he eventually came to understand that he wasn’t alone, and found some better ways to get a bit more sleep.

Keith was just a weird ass sleeper and that fact became a part of the day to day routine.

This fic is also crossposted on ao3