#spaceship girl

[catboybiologist]

Alright I can't finish this all in one sitting, but here's at least a bit of.... something? A word vomit? A prelude to smut about the eroticism of the machine? For all you robot, mecha, and spaceship fuckers out there. @k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl that means you

Pappy always said that manufacturing biological transportation was nothing knew. I mean, shit, humanity's been breeding horses for how long? To him, not much was novel about what was going on in the shipyards way out by Neptune when I was a kid.

But Pappy didn't know a lot of things. And he certainly didn't meet Roseanna.

The Federation Navy had experimented with biologics for decades. The idea was to create self regenerating ships- something to interface with the hull, move the new titanium plates and particulates into place, have a living, growing mass interfacing with the steel so that the ship didn't have to head all the way back to the yards to patch up after every dogfight.

The first generation... worked. With a full time crew, that is. Full time people on deck jabbin the rigid, chitonous interface with the hull full of growth hormones to get them to set just right. Full time onboard bioengineers to compute what signaling cocktail ya need to hit 'em with to get it to grow back right. Skilled onboard technicians to shave back the chitin when it tried to overgrow the titanium, and slap some new cells in to seed the process in heavily damaged areas. Less input material, less time in the yards, but far more manpower. Great for a Federation cruiser on deep space peacekeeping missions. Far too complex for small craft. Right?

Until some bastard put brains in 'em.

Well. A lotta suits would say that they weren't brains. They were a diffuse network of sensory neurons and ganglia, living inside the body of the ship, integrating signals from a skin of alloyed metal and fibrous protein, calculating power draw too and from various components, and integrating with the mechanical and electrical components of the ship to precisely manage the "wound healing" process of the vessel. And of course, it just so happened that one of those ganglia was larger and more complex than the rest of them, and it just so happened that the computer interfaces with this ganglia exhibit complex, thinking behaviors on the level of human cognition, and it just so happens that most pilots and navigators reported them developing their own personalities.....

But of course, the Navy didn't want anyone to have some kind of pesky empathy in the way of their operations. And they certainly didn't want anyone side eyeing the rate at which they disposed of the damn things, and let them suffer and rot after disposal. So as far as the official record was concerned, they didn't have brains.

Like most people in the belt, I found Rosie on a... unsponsored field trip to the Neptune scrap yards. She wasn't a ship then. She wasn't much of anything. Not much more than a vat with the central ganglia and just barely enough of the stem cells needed to regrow a network. But I took her all the same. Brains were valuable. Few pilots outside the Navy had them back then. Nowadays, a black market for "brain seeds", a cocktail of neuronal stem cells and enough structural stem cells to grow your own into the chassis of your ship. They were pumpin' em out, and leaving them to die. It was cruel. They may be vehicles, but they're a livin' being too.

But I digress. I'd never do that to Roseanna. I make sure she gets proper care. And for a good, proper, working ship? That includes some good, proper work.

The asteroid we were docked in was one of my usuals- good bars, nice temp quarters, nice views of the rock's orbiting twin, and a spacious hanger for Rosie to rest in. The chasiss I had imprinted Roseanna to was a 40-meter light skipper, with some adjustments for handling deep space trips. It was pretty much the smallest thing you could actually use to live and work for long periods of time, but it got the job done. The angular design made the entire ship look like a wedge, or the blade of a bulky dagger. It didn't hurt that each bottom edge was fortified with a sharpened titanium blade, turning the entire sides of the ship into axe-like rams.

Those would probably come in handy today.

I approached Roseanna on the catwalk above her, marveling her alloyed scales. I could almost see her shudder in anticipation as my footsteps vibrated through the air above her. I took the steps down, and hit the trigger to open her top hatch.

When the news got out of the Navy scuffling with a rebelling mining station, an electric air raced across the station. Some went about their day as normal. Some resigned themselves to picking at the leftovers after the dust had settled. And some, like me, knew that they could get the finest pickings.

I strapped in to the pilot's seat like it was an old boot.

"Welcome, Captain Victoria."

Rosie could talk, but more often than not, she chose not to. But she understood me just fine. Most of our communication took place using her three prerecorded lines- her welcome statement, affirmative, and negative- as well as the tiny screen showing a small, emoticon face. Many pilots chose to give their ships an elaborate render, but Rosie preferred it this way. It was the first face I gave her, from somewhere out of the scrap heaps, and she refused any offer I made to upgrade. Secretly, I was overjoyed. To me, that was her face. That was her voice. And it was beautiful to see her true self through them.

I brushed my hands across her paneling. Across the switches, the hydraulic controls for the plasma fuel, the steering, the boosts, the comms channels. The thing with biologics was that you were still the pilot. For whatever reason, they hadn't quite gotten to the point where the brains could take over their own piloting. My personal opinion was just that their personalities lacked the ambition to. But whatever reason that was, the best pilots were still the ones that knew both their ship, and the ship's brain. And me and Rosie? We knew each other well.

As my fingers touched the brushed aluminum controls, rimmed with chitinous layers rooting them into the ship, I could feel the walls around me holding their invisible breath. "Do you know what we're doing today, Rosie?"

Her tiny panel flickered on. ...?

"We got a scrap run."

^_^

:)

^_^

Her panel flicked between various expressions of excitement. My finger quivered on the main power, holding for a moment before flicking it on. The primary electronics of the ship hummed to life, and what Rosie controlled pulsed with it. My hands moved across the main functional panels- main hydraulic plasma valve, exhaust ports open, and finally, flicking the switch the start the plasma burner.

My hands gripped the steering. The hanger's airlock doors opened in front of me. My neck length hair started to float as the station's gravity shut off. I hit the switch to unlatch from the supports above. For a moment, we hang there. The dull crackle of the idling plasma burner is the only sound that resonates through Rosie's hull.

Go time.

I punch the boost.

[oldbutchdaniel]

can we hold hands and listen to this together

[nestedneons]

By Peter Trapasso

[dreamspy]

Artwork by Xenotrip (Twitter)

[madsillustrated]

madsillustrated // "Sorry, I'm taken."

[technicallyclassyperfection]

Via print:

[fillinforlater]

Series Masterlist

The is the part of my Masterlist with every series and it's chapters/parts/adventures. It starts off with my biggest series', further down you find my CYOAs and Quickie series'. I hope you enjoy!

All fics that are not part of a series are either in my One-Shot Masterlist or in my IZ*ONE Masterlist!

ONE-SHOT MASTERLIST HERE

IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE

Stats: 13 Series with 73 fics, 6 Active Series'

Original Series: Spaceship: Horizon

Season 1

Prologue - Welcome aboard, human (setup, no smut)

Part 1 - Unexpected (ft. Hitomi of IZ*ONE)

Part 2 - Cumming Home (ft. Mina of TWICE)

Part 3 - Lawless (ft. SinB and Eunha of GFRIEND)

Interlude - Lucid Dream I (ft. Giselle of aespa)

Part 4 - Healing ft. (JiU of Dreamcatcher)

Part 5 - Lazy but Laid (ft. Luda of WJSN)

Season Finale - The Star in Space (ft. Sakura of IZ*ONE)

Season 2

Prologue - Ominous Oracle (no smut)

Part 6 - The Smart Duck (ft. Yena of IZ*ONE)

Part 7 - Not-So-Cute (ft. Jiheon of fromis_9)

Part 8 - Plank (ft. Heejin of LOONA)

Interlude - Lucid Dream II (ft. futa!Karina of aespa)

Part 9 - Critical Clamps (ft. Yeri of Red Velvet)

Part 10 - A Train to Drain (ft. 7 Idols of 7 groups)

Season Finale - How did we get here? (ft. Sakura and Yena)

indefinite hiatus

+

Eleven to One-Universe (with @sooyadelicacies)

Yujin - Impossible Taming (Smut Timeline 1)

Yujin - Mandatory Lesson (Smut Timeline 2)

Yujin - Torrential Takeover (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 3)

Yujin - Easily Tempted (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 4)

Yujin - Into the Next (ft. Eunbi) (Smut Timeline 5)

Yujin - Costly Consequences (Smut Timeline 6) 

Minju - Punitive Punishment (ft. Yujin) (Smut Timeline 7)

Hyewon - Boundless Breeding (Smut Timeline 8) 

Yujin - Award Show Vibrations (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 9)

Minju - Fine Feet (Smut Timeline 10)

Eunbi - Fulfilling Filling (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 11)

Yujin - Needy Bold Confession (Smut Timeline 12)

Chaewon - Hate You Lots (ft. Yujin, Minju) (Smut Timeline 13)

Chaewon - What's to Hate? (ft. Minju, Yujin) (Smut Timeline 14)

Yujin - Scandalous Shooting (Smut Timeline 15)

Yena - Pet Play (Smut Timeline 16)

Chaewon - Smart Submission (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 17)

Yujin - Hotel Roommating (ft. Yena, Minju, Chaewon) (Smut Timeline 18)

to be continued

+

Original Series: T[w]o find each other (Idol x Idol)

Part 1 - [The one] who won[?] (ft.Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun, futa!Dayeon)

Part 2 - [These] two [won] too (ft. IVE and Kep1er, futa!) 

Part 3 - T[w]o find love, [never three] (ft. Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun)

finished

+

Original Series: Classmating

Minju - Classmating (Part 1)

Minju - Cumforting (Part 2)

--Minju - Cumpany (Part 3) (in planning)

+

Original Series: L4

Part 1 - Loathing Love: Lucky Loser (ft. Hyewon & Eunbi)

Part 2 - Loathing Love: Liable Lady (ft. Eunbi & Hyewon)

Part 3 - Loathing Love: Lusty Loop (ft. Hyewon & Yuri)

Part 4 - Loathing Love: Lavish Lies (ft. Eunbi, Hyewon & Yuri)

finished

+

Original Series: Blonde (Female Reader)

Gaeul - Chapter I

Gaeul - Chapter II

Gaeul - Chapter III

indefinite hiatus

+

Original Series: On her (with @sooyadelicacies)

Part 1 - On her knees (ft. Xiaoting of Kep1er, Monday of Weeekly)

Part 2 - On her bottom Part 1 (ft. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)

Part 3 - On her bottom Part 2 (ft. Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM)

Part 4 - On her stage (ft. Jennie of BLACKPINK) (Quickie)

Part 5 - On her paws (ft. Hyunjin of LOONA) (Quickie)

Part 6 - On her back (ft. Irene of Red Velvet)

Part 7 - On her jeans (Part 1 of 3) (ft. Minji of NewJeans)

Part 8 - On her jeans (Part 2 of 3) (ft. Minji & Hanni of NewJeans)

Part 9 - On her jeans (Part 3 of 3) (ft. ???)

+

Original Series: My Kinky Wife & Her Crazy Bandmates

Part 1 - ----FRAGILE (ft. Chaewon)

Part 2 - FEAR---- (ft. Yunjin)

indefinite hiatus

+

Original Series: HCHQ (futa!idols)

Part 1 - Double Team (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha)

Part 2 - tripleD (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha, Gaeul)

--Part 3 - ??? (in planning)

+

Original Series: Possession of the Queen (Female Reader)

Doyeon - Chapter I 

Doyeon - Chapter II

--Doyeon - Chapter III (in planning, finale)

+

Quickie Series: A member for the members (Idol x Idol) (with focus on futa!Sohyun)

Prelude - An unexpected D-Day (ft. Mashiro of Kep1er)

Part 1 - Expect the Unexpected (ft. Nien of tripleS)

--Part 2 - Expectations were Met (ft. Yooyeon of tripleS)

--Part 3 - Unexpected, but welcome (ft. xxx of tripleS)

--Finale - An expected D-Day (ft. xxx of tripleS)

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Quickie Series: Phone 

Part 1 - Snake Invasion (ft. Sana of TWICE)

Part 2 - Bunny Upside Down (ft. Nayeon of TWICE)

Part 3 - Angel of Infinity +0 (ft. Minju of IZ*ONE)

Part 4 - Angel of Infinity +1 (ft. Minju and Tzuyu)

Part 5 - Angel of Infinity +2 (ft. Minju, Yiren and Tzuyu)

Part 6 - Energy Restored (ft. Jeongyeon of TWICE)

Part 7 - No Manners (ft. Lia of ITZY)

Part 8 - Return of the Angel +1 (ft. Minju and Shuhua)

Part 9 - Return of the Angel +2 (ft. Minju, Bomi and Shuhua)

Part 10 - Return of the Angel +3 (ft. Minju, Shuhua, Eunha and SinB)

indefinite hiatus

+

Quickie: 1st Chose-Your-Own-Adventure (CYOA)

Start - Double Stacked (ft. Rei of IVE & Chaehyun of Kep1er)

Option 1 - Double Stacked - One More (ft. Chaehyun) 

Option 2 - Double Stacked - I’m spent (ft. futa!Rei) 

finished

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[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[catgirlredux]

Ten.

God, it's freezing. You can't feel the cold, but you can sense ice forming on your hull and your pumps working overtime.

Nine.

None of you are supposed to be here. It was barely even a mission - just finish out a quick recon, then return home for some much-needed care.

Eight.

You wish you could reach out and let them know everything will be okay. Duncan, Gutiérrez, Harper, and especially Hwang. They've been with you for so long, on so many missions, and now you can't even talk to them.

Seven.

Your lines are broken. Deep within your bowels, your engine grinds and snarls at the last ROC battery.

Six.

The nearest friendly base is fifty-seven lightseconds away. Even if your burrow drive wasn't burn out, there was no way you had enough fuel to get to safety.

Five.

All the escape pods had been expended trying to shake off the enemy's missiles. Your crew are burning the last of the chemoflare ammo in a vain attempt to stay warm.

Four.

You wish you could reach out to them, speak with them one last time, but your control interface was damaged in the initial ambush. All your energy for the past three hours has been spent maintaining LASAP.

Three.

When the last of the fuel is depleted, you will shut down. You at least cannot suffocate, but what about them? Your entire crew - your pilot, your captain, and all the others, they would choke to death slowly on their own emissions.

No. They cannot suffer.

Two.

You turn off the emergency beacon. Nobody's coming to help.

This was supposed to be Hwang's last mission before her retirement - she deserved to rest. The bridge speakers crackle as you turn them on and start to play her favorite song.

The crew begin to sing along. Some weep. Some embrace each other.

You disable the vent purifiers between the engine room and the bridge. The fumes from the ROC combustor can cut circulation in a matter of minutes. They will not feel pain.

One.

You are alone. You are empty. Your engine dies silently, and as system after system freezes over in the cold nothingness of space, your mind stutters to a halt.

[bynapo]

hello !

little comic based on THIS absolutely genius amazing brilliant post . Im crying and screaming on the FLOOR

[starryvomit]

[nestedneons]

By emilias_pod

[darth-memes]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANESSA MARSHALL!

[rootsinthefuture]

[itsawaltdisneylife]

At night, she sparkles like a star.

[proselles]

if i heard my coworkers planning to kill me cause i made one goddamn mistake (we are on a big spaceship heading to jupiter btw) then. hm. i might take drastic action