#um... alien... goo and

[warmfuzzyanimal]

cow's secret revealed! 🛸

fun lil alt design for cow i've been workin on >:03c

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[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i would like to see a companion whos even more enthusiastic about aliens than the doctor. but not like in a human way. not in a way that would make the doctor go ':/ thats rude'. rather in a way where they'll suck the unidentified alien anatomy before the doctor even gets a chance. in a way where the doctor has to be the one ask "um do you want to be alone with that thing". in a way where at the sight of alien goo on the floor theyre racing each other to be the one to lick it first. seasonlong unspoken competition about who manages to take an alien home first. unabashed alienfucker tardis team

[wondersinwaynemanor]

a Tim Drake headcanon

Tim Drake has constant nightmares.

so i just think that when Tim has nightmares about everyone he thought he lost like Bart or Kon or Bruce. Tim goes for his camera that's on his bedside table for easy grab, to remind himself that they are back and alive.

he scrolls through the recent photos there : a photo of Bart and Cassie laughing brightly when they were playing Mario Kart. a selfie of him and Kon, where he's wrapped in his leather jacket. a photo of him and his best friends, where they were in another planet for a mission and they were covered with alien goo; they thought it was History in the Making.

a recent photo of Bruce, captured during one of their Sunday brunches. he's smiling with his eyes crinkled (which rarely happens), when he found out about Damian's art project being chosen to be presented at the school fairs because apparently, "My teachers said that my art is one of a kind, Father."

sometimes it gets quite difficult for Tim to close his eyes and let sleep consume him again. so he calls Kon, "Please tell me something, Kon. Please tell me you love me, and you won't leave me again." he just wants to hear his boyfriend's voice, to feel secured and assured. Kon doesn't have to be told twice because he replies with love. in some cases, Kon goes to the Manor and holds Tim until he's able to rest, whispering sweet words.

but there are also those kinds of nightmares, or more like painful memories of the Red Hood hurting Tim at the Tower.

Tim gets out of bed and checks the walls of the Manor, where it shows the many present photos of the family, all captured mostly by him. his favorite to look at is of Jason reading a book in the library and he has that small smile caused by something he read from the novel on his hand. it tells Tim that this is the now and that Jason is his big brother.

he tests this theory by peeking through Jason's slightly bedroom door (Jason rarely keeps it locked to remind himself that he isn't buried and trapped) and stares at Jason's sleeping form. Jason looks peaceful and harmless. if he wanted to hurt Tim again, he would have done it by now, right? on those occasions where's it's the two of them in the Manor? On Jason's motorcycle when he offered Tim a ride back home? At one of Jason's safehouses when he saved Tim in one of their night patrols?

one night when Tim is about to go back to his room after making the conclusion that Jason is sleeping.

"Back to stalker mode, Timmy?" Jason's voice is not filled with sleep. he must have been awake the entire time.

"Um... Just checking. Nightmare."

"Nightmare, huh? Well, fuck, me too. Let's get some coffee, I'll make us some. And if you want to talk about it, you can tell me."

and Tim has to look up to smile at Jason because he's so damn tall and Tim is so little.

"Thanks, Jay."

[neos127]

DIE FOR YOU — SIM JAEYUN (chapter ten)

spider-man!jake x fem!reader; synopsis. university student and daily bugle intern jake sim does his best to juggle having two separate lives. unfortunately y/n, who also interns at the daily bugle, is obsessed with finding out who the popular vigilante ‘spider-man’ is. with their constant close proximity and jake’s new found crush, y/n is closer to figuring out his secret identity by the day.

jake couldn’t face you the next day and explained that he had to skip out on finishing the article so he could check up on riki. the two of you had plenty of time so he wasn’t compromising anything— well maybe your relationship.

you never replied after jake’s pathetic text and he felt mortified, barely getting any sleep as he stared up at his ceiling the whole night. between the two hours and sleep and excessive amount of sirens blaring outside his window, jake was a zombie throughout the whole school day.

but as he promised, he still hopped on the subway and trudged over to the upper east side to visit his friend.

as soon as the elevator door opened, jake froze. he forgot how insane the nishimura residence was. he hadn’t been there since he was about ten. when the two approached their teens, riki had wanted to hang out everywhere else but home. jake assumed it was because of riki’s issues with his father but he also had the sneaking suspicion that the younger boy felt bad about having jake over. riki hated to show off and the penthouse he lived in was way more luxurious than the flat jake grew up with in queens.

jake never minded, he always thought the place was cool anyways.

stepping into the giant living room, jake looked over to the tall windows, finding riki sitting in front of them. he smiled, knowing how much the boy liked to watch the city ever since he was little.

“riki…hey.” jake called out, walking over to him. the boy smiled, a genuine smile that made jake’s lips turn upward. he always had a soft spot for the younger boy, and seeing him happy made him happy.

“how are you feeling?” jake asked after a while, once the two had finished catching up. they were now sitting outside, enjoying the last of the nice weather before it got cold. jake concluded that the balcony was bigger than his whole apartment (he hadn’t remembered it that way), but it was cool to have a view of the whole city below.

“i’m great. never been better actually.” riki replied, his tone light. jake eyed him wearily, wondering what exactly his dad gave him. he didn’t want to be invasive and ask, but ultimately he was worried for his friend’s health.

“so um— what exactly did your dad do to cure you?” jake asked hesitantly, not being able to meet riki’s eyes. the younger boy laughed at his shyness and shook his head.

“jake, you’re my best friend, you don’t have to be afraid to ask me stuff. but uhm, my dad and his team at muracorp had been studying something otherworldly. they had been studying it for years, doing some trials and figuring out what its use could be for.” riki began to explain, making jake’s eyebrows shoot upwards when he said ‘otherworldly’.

“i’m sorry— as in not from earth? something alien?” he asked in disbelief.

“yeah, definitely alien. one of team members tested it, but it didn’t seem as attracted to him. the alien attaches itself to people, but it has to want to. although with the short time that it was attached, it made the guy stronger and faster and overall just better. it improved his health significantly even though he is perfectly healthy. they concluded that it could be a cure so my dad asked me if i wanted to try. i was a bit hesitant at first, but im glad i did.” riki replied, a small smile on his face.

jake was at a loss for words, his head starting to hurt a bit. his spider sense began to tingle, but he wasn’t sure why. jake had many false alarms before due to anxiety, but this felt different.

“is it safe…?” jake asked, his form becoming rigid. he suddenly noticed the black goo crawling up riki’s arms which explained the reason for his spider sense going off. jake backed up a bit when he noticed it extending towards him, feeling a sense of danger.

“it’s ok, jake. my dad personally tested the symbiote for years. he made sure it was safe enough. it seems to like me too, apparently the last guy who tested it became a little violent. my dad felt weary because of that, but there haven’t been any issues.” riki replied, turning the black goo into an arm and extending it into the air. jake jumped back in surprise, watching his friend curiously.

“so, you were that hero at coney island the other night?” jake asked, wanting to confirm his suspicions. riki nodded with a smile on his face, looking as proud as ever.

“yup, that was me. i’m sure our friendly neighborhood spider-man gets tired sometimes, i wanted to help my friend out.” riki shrugged. jake froze, his mouth drying up.

“oh…um…you know spider-man?” he asked dumbly, already knowing that he had been caught.

“dude, it’s okay. i found out before i left.” riki scoffed, patting his friend on the shoulder reassuringly. jake jumped in surprise once again before he noticed that the goo was gone. the alien was giving him a feeling that he did not like.

“was i too obvious?” he groaned, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“kind of…you’ve definitely gotten better over the years. but i also did a lot of investing. sorry bro, i just wanted to know where you ran off to all the time.” riki said, making jake smile. even though he often kept his secret for safety reasons, it was nice to have his best friends in on it.

“what do you think about us saving the city together?” riki asked timidly, playing with the rings on his hands as he awaited jake’s response.

the older boy pondered the question for a few seconds, not wanting to put riki in danger. but it seemed as if he could handle himself, especially with the symbiote attached to him.

the city was getting a bit harder to handle on his own anyways, it would be nice to have a friend tag along.

“alright…i’m down.”

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— ky’s notes; SORRY for the long wait :/ i was feeling super unmotivated with this smau so i took a small break from working on it

[deconstructthesoup]

Some Adventure Time characters in D&D, 'cause why not:

Finn: I think he would start out as a Champion fighter, but then eventually switch to a College of Valor bard---fitting his more musical side while also keeping in line with his desire to be a hero and not making it all about violence---and maybe take a few levels of a Monster Slayer ranger for good measure. That last one is mostly due to the growth he goes through in Hall of Egress and him learning from Huntress Wizard, but I think it works. Also, he's still obviously a human.

Jake: Astral Self monk, Swashbuckler rogue. His whole deal as a stretchy, half-alien dog is very difficult to translate into D&D terms, but I think it'd make sense for him to be a changeling and a werewolf, keeping the whole canine aspect while also adding in the shapeshifting and the, uh... well, the whole "we have a kid who is definitely from somewhere else but we're keeping him anyway" thing.

Bonnie: I think her whole deal speaks to her being a textbook Alchemist artificer, and her princess nature, long lifespan, and a somewhat loose grasp on the concept of morality absolutely reminds me of high elves (no shade meant to PB, I love her and her emotional growth). However, just making her a high elf isn't enough---the fact that she was literally born from a mutagenic gum formed in the wreckage of a ruined world can easily translate to her also being a Reborn. Fitting, for a mad scientist.

Marceline: She's quite clearly a bard, and I think College of Spirits suits her the best---she's got a lot of connections to ghosts and undead things in AT canon, after all, and seeing as she survived an apocalypse, I think it's fitting that her college of choice would be one that's all about singing the songs of the departed. And, well... tiefling vampires are probably a thing in D&D, so. Yep.

BMO: He's an Inquisitor rogue and a lil' autognome. 'Nuff said.

Flame Princess: Circle of Wildfire druid, for reasons that are kind of obvious. And a Fire genasi. For reasons that are... also obvious.

Huntress Wizard: Um... a Hunter ranger. Probably an Eladrin due to the forest-like appearance, though I have no idea what her season is.

The Ice King/The Ice Thing/Simon: So, the Ice King, to me, is an eeeeeeeexcellent portrayal of a Great Old One warlock---specifically, a Pact of the Talisman warlock---gone horribly wrong. While the crown might not seem very classic GOO at first, the fact that using it literally gambles away your sanity is pretty in-line with the risks of that patron.

Gunther, pre-fusing with the crown, is really just a Great Old One on his own, albeit one that's been stuffed into a safe and squishy container. After fusing with the crown, and likely losing his memories of his time as Orgalorg for good, I think he probably became a Storm Sorcerer, as what powered his ice magic was now (almost) irremovable.

And Simon... honestly, between his nerdiness and his low constitution, he's just your classic wizard, really. Probably Chronomancy, due to his penchant for bouncing through time and multiverses.

Betty/Magic Betty/Golbetty: Order of Scribes wizard, who eventually became a Wild Magic sorcerer, who eventually became the Greatest Great Old One that there ever is. And yes, that makes Magic Man a Wild Magic sorcerer, because of course he is.

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Intergalactic Abductees: Ranboo (1)

Tubbo (1) Tommy (1)

{This piece takes place after the events of Tubbo (3)}

Word Count: 1,414

TW's: Injury, Medical Stuff, Mentions of Abduction, Mentions Of Past Abuse, Fear of Death, Profanity, Mentions of Trafficking

Characters: C!Tubbo, C!Ranboo, C!Philza, C!Technoblade

Summary: As Ranboo begins to settle back into life with his crewmates, their most recent, bizarre addition is still recovering.

(Prepare to be confused by some alien species names that I came up with while I was high.)

"Ranboo?"

The boy in the hall went stiff.

"You can come in."

Ranboo's teeth ground together as he ducked into the room.

"Was I breathing that loud?" he asked.

The blonde Avisien offered him a soft smile. No matter how many times you got a smile from that man, it never failed to feel like a supernova. Explosive. Bright. Warm.

"I could hear your tail against the floor," Philza informed him.

"Oh."

Ranboo chuckled sheepishly, shooting a glower at the wiry tail in question. He swore the thing had a mind of its own. It flicked to the side in that moment just to spite him. Philza nudged one of the chairs out from beneath the metal table. He pointedly tossed his head towards it. Ranboo didn't need to be told twice. He dropped into the hard chair. Techno had promised to swipe some better ones next time they landed on Flurr. The planet was so wealthy that they wouldn't even notice if their whole home was relieved of its lavish furniture.

Of course, Techno had never gotten around to it before the incident at the market. From that moment forward, their lack of comfy chairs was the least of their worries.

Ranboo leaned over the table to get a better look at the limp figure.

"Has he woken up yet?" he inquired quietly.

It wasn't exactly unusual for Ranboo to find him sleeping. He'd watched over the reckless little bastard for the majority of his time spent in the trafficker's shuttle. But this felt different. Tubbo wasn't tossing or turning or making weird guttural noises. He was stiff.

He looked dead.

"No. I got the measurement on the dosage right this time around," Philza assured him. "I didn't want to overdo it with how small he is but I guess I underestimated his species' biological capabilities. Scaled the damn cabinet with a sedative in his veins and two broken ribs. I've never seen anything like it. I wonder if this has anything to do with it."

Philza lightly tapped the bizarre, hardened lower half of Tubbo's leg.

"What is it?" Ranboo asked.

Philza squinted.

"Mm, if I had to guess, I'd say it's a limb replacement. Or cover? Enhancement? I didn't want to mess with it too much. Clever design but primitive hardware. Maybe I'll have Techno take a look at it. More his department than mine."

The winged man dipped another swab into the yellow goo beside him. He dabbed at the stitching along Tubbo's chest and paused to watch it dissolve into the unconscious boy's skin.

"Most of our medicines haven't worked on him but at least he seems to be taking well to the disinfectant," Philza remarked. He twisted the lid back onto the metal tin and stacked it on top of all the others.

He'd nearly gone through his entire collection of menders and repairants trying to find one that was even semi-effective. In the end, he had to do things the old fashioned way with frustratingly tiny plates and screws for the busted bones and a bit of medical thread and a needle to finish it off.

"How are you doing?" Philza inquired, looking up at Ranboo for the first time during their conversation.

"Oh. I'm fine! No more burns," the Endlocke assured him. He held freshly healed hands up for emphasis.

"No, I mean how you doing, mate," the man amended.

"Ah. Um, yeah, still fine. Just...glad to be home."

"We're glad to have you back. Listen, if you ever want to talk about what happened, I'm here."

Some part of Ranboo felt that even if he did talk about it, Philza wouldn't understand. But a far larger part of him knew that his two crewmates were likely the only two people in the whole galaxy who could understand.

"You know what still kind of bugs me?" Ranboo said. Philza nodded encouragingly. "He didn't even leave."

Philza could practically feel the desperation for a subject change radiating off of fidgety dual-toned boy. Not the time to push the issue, he figured.

"Who?"

"Tubbo. I mean, they opened those doors a lot and he was probably small enough to sneak out. But he didn't. Didn't even try."

Philza glanced down at the Terran in consideration. He hummed.

"Well, he had the gall to chuck a screw at a Cantaris just get his attention so he obviously cares about you."

Ranboo couldn't help but laugh at that. How brilliantly in character for Tubbo to approach a literal war species and throw something at them. Even after the little guy had hurt himself. Far too self-sacrificing for his own good since the get-go. That's why Ranboo's hearts shattered when he saw Tubbo looking at him like that. Philza assured him it was the result of panic at seeing the syringe but it didn't make a difference.

Ranboo had known Tubbo for more cycles than he could keep track of and in all that time, he'd never seen the steadfast little creature cower. Not once. Even during their first time meeting. Cautious, sure, but never scared. All things considered, maybe Tubbo should have been afraid. Anybody his size with such little biological defenses built into their body should've been terrified of a natural born predator.

But Tubbo wasn't.

Maybe that's why his planet was so easily-

"I'm back!"

Ranboo whirled around just in time to find the Cantaris kicking the doorframe as his own odd way of knocking. It was a nasty habit but since he was the one always fixing the ship, Technoblade was more than capable of buffing out whatever dents he put into its walls. He hesitated in the entryway, skeptical blue eyes lingering on the boy laying on the table.

"He's sleeping, Techno," Philza chuckled.

The pink-haired man sighed in relief. He strode up to the table, grey eyes still flickering between the tiny being and his crewmates.

"You don't know how many shady dealers I had to go through to find this stuff," Technoblade announced. He held a small container of clear liquid up in a gloved hand. Ranboo winced at the very sight of it.

"How much did you get?" the winged man inquired.

"Enough to drown in. You're sure this stuff's safe for him?"

Ranboo nodded vehemently. He recalled the few instances when the Faustins would forget to toss a dish of the vial substance into his cell. Tubbo would get quiet. And sick. Even a single cycle without the stuff seemed to take a toll on him.

"Weird species," Techno remarked.

"The weirdest," Ranboo agreed fondly. He folded his elbows atop the table, resting his chin against his hands. "There's so many things I wish I could ask him. I wish he were chipped."

"Oh no you don't," Techno assured him. "Not by Faustins. They're notorious for botching the installation process. Instead of translating straight between languages, it'll just translate sporadically. Suddenly you can't even speak your own dialect without jumbling your words with a whole other language. It's migraine-inducing."

Ranboo huffed.

"Well, we could take him to Karl, couldn't we? He did a good job on my chip."

Ranboo's friends exchanged cryptic glances. The tall boy's focus darted between the two of them.

"What?" the Endlocke asked.

Philza seemed to be waiting for Technoblade to talk. The Cantaris' irises bled to a deep red. He shook his head, jaw clenched in stubborn refusal. Philza sighed begrudgingly.

"Techno lost it on Karl's husband while he was looking for you and he refuses to apologize."

"You're mad at Sapnap?" Ranboo said.

"The other husband," Techno grumbled.

"You started beef with Quackity? He's our best parts supplier!" the boy exclaimed, raking his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"We'll find another. And we'll find another person to install a translation chip, too. I'll find another person. Just gimme a few cycles."

"On a subject this small? Good luck. Karl was the only one willing to put in Skeppy's chip and he's bigger than Tubbo," Philza pointed out.

Technoblade spared a sideways look at the disappointed boy beside him. He drew in a deep breath.

"I'll figure it out," he reiterated, color draining from his eyes once again. He leaned down, briefly bumping his forehead against Ranboo's. "Promise."

Ranboo only nodded. A Cantaris' word was his skeleton. Should either be broken or twisted, a Cantaris could hardly be whole. That's what Techno used to say, anyways. And, hells, Ranboo had to take his word on that.

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I was sitting around last night like, "I feel like I'm forgetting something." Then I realized I didn't schedule this piece to post. My bad lol.

[klutzymaiden123]

Have you read Helga G. Pataki: Hillwood's New Superhero? It's my Magical Girl AU where Helga is secretly the superhero that Arnold is in love with

As if my life hadn't already been difficult. I already had to watch the love of my life, Arnold, make goo-goo eyes at little Ms. Perfect while completely ignoring me. Now, I had to juggle school, keeping my feelings for him secret and battling evil dressed in a skimpy bathing suit, all the while keeping my lifestyle as a superhero from my nosey classmates.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Arnold said and when I looked, he was already smiling. It made the edges of his eyes crinkle.

I wanted to sigh.

Arnold thought I was speechless because of Blue Jay. Not because I’d . . . done that.

To be fair, this whole thing was bizarre. Downright fictional. Not only were aliens real, but apparently, so were superheroes. I should be happy that Arnold was choosing to focus on her and not—

Wait a minute.

I looked at him—really looked at him—and recognised something.

“Um, football head,” I said, cheeks already beginning to turn warm. “What do you actually think of this girl?”

It was not a smart choice to ask this. Because once I asked, then I would receive my answer. And depending on that answer, that could result in something either really okay, or really, really bad.

And that’s exactly what happened.

 “What do you mean?” he asked, cheeks dark, as he suddenly became unable to look me in the face.

The bad thing, that is.

Oh.

Oh, crud.

“Uh, not that you’re not justified or anything, because, um, wow, that was totally neat and awesome and—geeze, who woulda thought? Real life superhero and all, but um—” I cringed. Arnold had begun looking at me strangely. “Well, you’re only focusing on her and not, well, whatever that is and . . . you seem to kinda admire her . . .”

I trailed off because when I said those words, they flipped a switch. I suddenly could hear my words, imagine my face, from another perspective. Criminy, how I must have sounded. I was trying so hard to be casual, to be a cool girl who wasn’t really bothered. But it didn’t matter how I tried dressing it up. It was obvious what I was asking: do you have a crush on this girl?

And that wasn’t a cool, casual thing to ask.

“I, uh, yeah, I guess that’s right,” he cast his gaze to the park across from us. His eyes softened and the corners of his mouth lifted. “I don’t really . . . know what happened last night—no one does, despite what they say—but whatever it was . . . she saved us. She—Blue Jay—she protected us against that thing—whatever it was. And I . . . it’s hard not to admire that, y’know?”

I could tell you the moment that it was all over.

It wasn’t when he said those words, or even when his cheeks began turning red. It wasn’t his voice softening into a warm, pleasant sound. Not even the fact that he had become so enamoured with watching his video, that he didn’t hear anything around him unless it was blaring to get his attention. It was his eyes—they were soft, gentle. They had taken on that same look that he got whenever he watched Lila in the mornings. Like he was looking up at her, even when he towered over her. Like he was ready to dedicate so much of his time and life to making her smile. The tenderness that he felt became so strong that when his voice wrapped around her name, it pushed her so high, that she became his oath.

He looked at her like he looked at Lila, the girl he had a crush on.

Which meant that Arnold had a crush on Blue Jay.

Arnold had a crush on . . . me.

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Arnold was out, searching.

For Blue Jay.

He knew it was stupid—foolish. He shouldn’t expect to find someone like her, but he couldn’t help it. She made his head spin until he saw colours he had never experienced before. His chest would dissolve and collapse into a pool of sweltering heat that slid to the bottom of his stomach. He couldn’t explain why he was so affected by her. I mean, aside from the very obvious. He wasn’t blind, he obviously found her beautiful. She was beautiful, and strong and courageous. Whenever he thought of her, it burned a hole through his chest. But it wasn’t like her team—team, he could hardly believe that there were more of them now; he briefly wondered if any more would pop up—weren’t also that.

Lark was gorgeous and though Raven was a new edition, she had been caught a few times on camera and become a trending hashtag on twitter for days due to how fierce she was. They were obviously just as strong and as capable as Blue Jay was, but there was something specifically about their leader that kept his attention. Some had switched their fascination to the others, but his interests were pressed firmly onto her.

His mind brought him back to this morning, when someone had managed to capture a photo of Blue Jay. She had been handing a child to their weeping mother when someone must have called her name. She had turned to look past her shoulder and as her eyes had skimmed the crowds, the photo had been taken.

Thinking about it, Arnold swallowed.

She had been so beautiful.

The cold light had spun around her and as she had turned, it fanned across her curls. Her braid had been dishevelled and fallen down her shoulder. She mostly maintained a polite but guarded expression, but in that moment, in her surprise, her expression had become open. Blue was the stars burning in her stare. Her eyes were still hot and wild from the battle, but they no longer had that pressed look. It was like those crystal orbs had melted, if a little, but the light hadn’t yet gone out. There was still a luminescent glow that made everything around him turn to nothing.

He couldn’t describe it but when he looked at her, he became cold as ice while she stayed warm as a flame. She was just so dazzling, and it filled him with such hope that beckoned him toward her. He could imagine that a string had wrapped around and was pulling him after her. She was a contradiction, a puzzle he wanted to solve. She was seditious; there were laws that had to be obeyed but she went against every one of them.

Blue Jay was the most absurd thing in this town, and he loved watching every second of it.

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But Blue Jay . . .

Arnold wasn’t sure why he hung back like he had. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to turn up. She had disappeared and so should he. But something twisted in his chest when he thought about that. Because what if she came back? He wanted to see her again. She was a colour he had never experienced before. A sound he wanted to keep hearing. She had a tall and electrifying presence that stung the air and everything around him. She was beautiful and dazzling and . . .

And her eyes . . .

He couldn’t shake them from his mind. They had been carved into his head, something he couldn’t wash away from his memories. When she looked at you, it felt like shooting stars had you pinned to the spot. Electricity shot through you, but it didn’t hurt. It excited you. It excited him.

They stirred something in him. He didn’t know what. He wanted to chase after her to find out what.

He knew that he wasn’t different from anyone else. Everyone stared at her in awe. Of course they did, she was magnificent. Her presence enticed enchantment and beckoned everyone towards her. He couldn’t get that image out of his head when she had been walking towards them. It had felt like a scene from a movie that had been caught in slow motion. Light had rolled down her back and fanned out beneath her neck and shoulders like she was an angel. The wind had whipped her hair around her face, making it dance beneath her chin and over her chest. Her hair was a cascade of golden curls but when the light caught it, her strands were turned into gilded ringlets. She had looked like a goddess.

But then, she had looked at him and he felt like he had been struck with lightning.

Because her eyes—they were beautiful, but . . . there was something about them. Something that made him feel like he was taking part in a scene he had already experienced. That her presence, as beautiful and hazy as it made things, it wasn’t as foreign to him as it had felt before.

But why? What was making him feel like this?

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Green eyes found mine. 

I stopped and realised where I was sat.

Oh, no.

I had been so hasty in trying to make my escape that I hadn’t actually registered where the spare spot that I took was. Two rows behind from them. Gerald was rambling, having not noticed anything, but he had since shifted his position. He sat in his original seat, but Arnold had apparently switched, moving to the seat behind where he could sit with—ugh—Lila.

I forced my hands into my lap. I didn’t want anymore incidents. But come on, since when had she been here? I mustn’t have noticed that we had already stopped—which was ironic, considering how much better my senses had become since last night. I wanted to look away because I didn’t need for the knife to keep hammering into my chest. But I couldn’t wash away how close that they sat, how there was a natural forwardness that oozed from Arnold’s body. She seemed oblivious and listened to Gerald babble, nodding along as she soaked up his words. I couldn’t believe her, having Hillwood’s Adonis in the palm of her hand, and she didn’t even seem interested . . .

Hillwood’s Adonis who was looking at me.

I froze, finding that yes, that was true—Arnold’s eyes . . . they were on me. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t know when. But his bright eyes were there, pinning me in my spot, and the space between his brows was furrowing. I smushed my bag to my chest, feeling self–conscious. Had he seen what had happened? I forced my eyes to stay away from the crushed seat bar. I didn’t want to unintentionally drag his attention there, in case he hadn’t actually noticed. But why else would he be looking in my direction?

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[blackparadinq]

caught up with cringetober because I literally forgot to do it, individuals and explanations under cut

Day 1: Heterochromia I’ve come to the revaluation that my sona is already cringe as hell considering not only can his entire body change color but he also has differently colored eyes as a staple of his design. They’re usually yellow and blue but this time I color picked the blue from the trans flag and the mint from the Vincian flag for this color palette, it turned out really pretty :)

Day 2: Self Insert Now she isn’t my self insert anymore, but back in the day when I was at “peak cringe” she definitely was. This is my warriors OC Icypelt and I have a post going over part of her story on my profile somewhere. She’s been through a lot and I think her modern design is very pretty :)

Day 3: Unnecessarily complex fit/design Spider scene is kinda infamous in my brain for having wayyy too much detail but I love them and I think this might be my favorite one out of this batch, super cute, the pose is really cute and the colors are nice and fits her really well :D

day 4: Angel x Devil inevitable MCR reference ik, Helena and Revenge, love them dearly. Poor revenge man this one is cute and looks like a sticker!!

Day 6 (I skipped day 5 because I didn’t want to open up ms paint today): neko i kinda hate this one but cat Gerard yay

Day 7: Pinterest base at first I wanted to draw hobie in place of Gwen but I remembered that I haven’t really drawn Mikey with her even though they’re supposed to be friends so I drew her instead. Idk. The height difference is not accurate because of that but Jumping Spider is small because he’s based on a jumping spider and those are tiny who would have thought

Day 8: tumblr sexyman i have never played undertale a day in my life i just know a lot of people wanted to jump sans’ bones

day 9: Crossover ship/rarepair OH BOY THIS ONE GOES KIND OF HARD AND IM EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY KIND OF WORK FOR EACH OTHER UM MIGUEL OHARA X CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE IM INSANE OMG-

day 10: fursona i already have a fursona I already drew and yes I colorpicked from the lesbian flag how could you tell /j

Day 11: Yandere LYLA is technically canonically a yandere because spoiler alert she tried to kill Miguel’s fiancé via overheating her in the shower (essentially literally boiling her like a lobster) because she was “in love” with him (she said if she did have autonomy and had feelings the would be in love with him but she doesn’t but idk who knows I don’t).

day 12: niche interest ik MCR isn’t exactly “niche” but the black parades story in particular has always caught my interest and I have my own interpretation of it and a whole kind of story I’m still developing and character arcs and headcanons and interactions and yeah you get it, death in particular has evolved into god knows an OC on his own I just keep him attached to MCR because… it makes more sense that way, ig-

day 13: creepypasta does this count- whatever grimdark is just the same thing as a creepypasta- I’m not really in the MLP fandom anymore but it was my first ever “fandom” I was actually apart of. My first hyperfixation if you will. I wasn’t in the grimdark part of the fandom because I was too young for it but I was actually watching the izzzyzzz grimdark video and I was like “oh” and drew a rainbow factory Rainbowdash. Honestly I should draw ponies more they’re fun to draw

Day 14: candygore (?) im not good at drawing candygore and since I was rushing this o didn’t do it as well as I thought I can, but it still turned out pretty cool

Day 15: song lyrics aaaa inevitable hesitant alien drawing this one turned out so cute!! The colors and the sparkle eek so cute aaa action cat lyrics I’m breaking down right in front of you I’m sorry

planning on doing the rest of the month now, maybe not exactly on time since I’m still in school but I’ll try to get 31 drawings out by Halloween. Love the idea of cringetober because I just love all things cringe. Ack this is so good

[dayfalwastaken]

Spider-Man, the Other.

Being in a hurry, he hadn’t wasted time checking out the cutting-edge equipment, going straight for the glass container in which the Symbiote had been kept. A small, cylindrical capsule with metal hatches that lacked inside decorations. It’d reminded him of an aquarium. The empty, sad type that didn’t have any algae or other ornaments for the fish- aliens in this case- to swim in.

The Klyntar had noticed him almost immediately in spite of its lack of eyes. It had stopped moving and stuck to the glass as he’d descended from the vent above, and Peter could’ve sworn he’d been judged harshly for his fashion sense. What had most likely been happening was the Symbiote trying to decide whether he was a threat or not. He did look very different from the Oscorp eggheads that had done God knew what before he’d arrived.

Ultimately the Symbiote had retreated from the glass as he’d stepped closer. Either in fright, caution or dismissiveness, he hadn’t been able to tell. He’d stopped before the container and had taken a quick moment to appreciate the way in which the alien lifeform moved. Reminiscent of what he’d known it to be like, the Klyntar had been ever shifting, going from a black puddle to interwoven tendrils and a mass of living goo in a matter of seconds, never keeping its form stationary.

Peter hadn’t been sure how to interpret its constant movements. Had it been attempting to intimidate him, was it in a panic, excited to see someone that wasn’t dressed in a lab coat? He’d had no idea. It hadn’t felt as if it was being hostile, as it’d made no attempt to lash out at the glass or anything of the sort, but…

Well, gauging the reactions of a cephalopod-looking creature wasn’t what he’d call a cakewalk.

Slowly and silently, he’d reached for the metal hatch, and it had been in that instant that the Symbiote had shown clear signs of being afraid. It had gone transparent, merging perfectly with the glass, not even distorting space where it had previously sat. Invisibility to rival Susan Storm’s. No hiss of hostility, no nothing. Just a swift defense mechanism- a fight or flight response where the flight had won. It’d occurred so fast that Peter still wondered just what in the heck had been done to the poor Symbiote before he’d gotten there.

But he’d been determined to get it out of that capsule before his time ran out. Calming himself first, he’d knelt down until he was crouching in an attempt to appear as nonthreatening as possible. He’d still kept his hand on the hatch, but he’d been careful not to make any sudden moves.

“I know you can’t really understand what I’m saying, but I’m not here to hurt you. Believe me, that’s the last thing I wanna do.” He’d said despite knowing the chances of being understood were nonexistent given how no one, as far as he knew, had bonded with it prior to that.In response, a small shudder had passed through the air where the Symbiote had camouflaged itself. At least that was confirmation it’d been able to hear him.

“I don’t want to spook you or, you know, rush this, but we are in a bit of a hurry.”

Another shudder.

Talking with it is good then. I can work with that, he’d thought.

“Um- we’re both gonna be in big trouble if we don’t get out of here as fast as possible, is what I’m trying to say.”

And a third one.

“And, yeah, I know you have no reason to trust me, but your chances aren’t going to improve if you stay here either. The guy that runs this joint- ho boy, let me tell you, he is not the kind of man you wanna hang around with.”

In a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, he’d managed to catch a black stain manifesting in midair for a few milliseconds. A hint of curiosity, perhaps.

Yes! Okay, greatgreatgreat. I got this.

“You’re… scared. Or close to it anyway, and- that’s uh, reasonable, yeah! I’d be too if I was in your shoes, but you don’t have to be. Just…” He’d been at a loss for words. Nothing could’ve prepared him for how to approach this. “I just want to help you.” He’d admitted quietly. “I think we can help each other… You don’t have to be alone and… I don’t have to go at this alone.” His voice had barely been above a whisper as he’d spoken that. Peter liked to believe the Symbiote had at least sensed, in some capacity, that he’d been honest.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have an explanation for why space had begun rippling before steadily turning back into that familiar noncolor. Maybe it had been feeling his emotions and realized he had no true intentions to harm it? Whatever had prompted the shift in attitude, he’d more than welcomed it.

But some amount of mistrust was still present. If he had to describe it, he would’ve said it was a similar sensation to his Spider-Sense going off, only instead of being alerted to danger he was being gazed at by thousands of eyes that weren’t there. All studying him and looking for clues that would imply deceit or malice.

The Symbiote had found none, however.

Maybe it’d been his imagination, but Peter was positive he had experienced some sort of… well, relief being transmitted from the Symbiote. In return, a humble spark of pride had lit up inside of him. Like the Symbiote acknowledging that he meant well was enough to put him at ease for what they were about to do, and… He’d been thankful for that.

Calculated in its pace, Symbie had taken its time crawling to the front of the container, standing stiffly on the other side of the hatch. It’d extended a thread, touching the metal with its tip while another one had formed to reach for the glass, towards Peter.

“Alright. I’mma get this open for you… Nice and easy.” He’d dug his fingers into the cover and, courtesy of his super strength, crushed the metal so that the airtight seal would break and allow it to come off.

The Symbiote for its part had not flinched at the creaking sound, waiting patiently for him to remove the hatch, but Peter had still clenched his teeth in deep focus as he’d concentrated on making as little noise as he could.

Once oxygen had flooded the cylinder the small tendrils had pulled back, not unlike how coil springs would. The Klyntar had produced a sound akin to a low growl, though one that hadn’t been directed at Peter at first sight.

They’ve been keeping it in a vacuum this whole time? I mean, it did come from space so that does make sense, but how’d it hear me with no air to..? Ah, it was sensing the vibrations coming through the glass. Yeah, sure, I can see that.

Tinier tendrils had timidly creeped out of the tube, attaching themselves to its sides and dragging the rest of their mass outside. Peter had moved his hand back a little, having wanted to allow the Symbiote to initiate the bonding itself, only it too had been hesitant to start.

“Don’t worry, I’m having second thoughts about this as well, but I still think it’s worth a shot. What do ya say?”

In a motion that could’ve been interpreted as nothing else besides a nod, the Symbiote had pushed its front half up and down before scaling the gap in-between and wrapping around Peter’s hand in one clean go.

No amount of shocking from Electro could’ve prepared him for the sheer current that had gone up his nervous system the moment he’d made contact with it. Electrifying his every cell as it’d made its way up his fingers and arm, the Klyntar had stuck to the suit like glue, and Peter hadn’t been able to resist freezing up.

Quick yet gentle in its ascent, he’d felt it seep into his skin faster than it had covered the red, rushing to spread throughout his body. It had slithered its tendrils through his veins, pushing his blood every which way as it had traveled through his muscles, past his tendons and over his bones to reach his spine.

A scorching heat comparable only to the Sun had hit him then, and combined with the sudden feeling of suffocation from his lungs seemingly filling with fluid as the suit had been fully covered- he’d thought he’d passed out. It’d certainly appeared like he’d gone under, given that for a few seconds his vision had been obstructed by pure darkness.

In spite of that, what was more of a presence rather than a voice had told him, softly, to remain calm. Connected to his brainstem and fastening around his neurons, he’d shared, for what hadn’t been nearly enough time, a profound sense of togetherness with the Other.

While his hands had acted on reflex, clawing at the void to allow himself to gasp for air, Peter had floated, undisturbed in a dreamlike state. Somewhere in the middle of reality and his subconscious, time had grinded to a halt, and a missing piece he hadn’t known he’d been missing had found him.

He’d heard it speak, not in words but in emotions, in a way that would always transcend human speech. For however long they had been like that, he’d known what the Klyntar been saying and vice versa despite not uttering a single sentence. Peter hadn’t minded.

He had felt exposed, naked even, like every facet of himself- all that he was and ever would be had been put on display for all to see… But there hadn’t been any judgement. Instead, a glimmer of reassurance, bright in its intent but too slow in its pulse, had flown from Symbiote to Host.

Or had that been the exact opposite? Now, the more he thought about it the less he understood it. The Other had been silent since leaving Oscorp as well. No shared innermost thoughts or sentiments that’d make him privy to what it was thinking, although he was more than sure his own were being read.

He’d have to be patient, he guessed. Bonding was a two-way street. The Symbiote was more than likely just as affected- in a good way, maybe, hopefully- and was doing its best to figure out what this all meant for itself. He just couldn’t see the tells of that as it was happening. Therefore, from his perspective it was pretending to be lifeless, he hoped, just for the time being.

It was fine. Peter could wait.

(Preview for an upcoming Spidey fanfiction called "Red, Black and Blue", which will attempt to explore how Peter Parker's life would change if he had kept the Venom Symbiote instead of discarding it, with a twist! Set in a "composite" universe of sorts that combines aspects from multiple Spider-Man incarnations, this fanfiction will tell its own unique story unrestrained from a pre-established setting such as the MCU or Earth 616, so there can be no limits on the type of story being told set by those respective mediums.)

[tempusxrosa]

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“Oh, that is DISGUSTING, that is!” Rose pushed herself up from the puddle, gagging and flicking slime off of her arms and torso. She didn’t want to know what she had just landed in. Alien. Definitely alien. More than that-… some questions just were not meant to be answered.

“Oh don’t… don’t!” she growled in frustration, as the dimensional cannon let out a sharp, high pitched whine, and began to smoke and steam in protest, goo leaking from under the control panel. “If you strand me here, I am going to-“

She lifted the time-gun up, shaking it hard-… and suddenly became acutely aware that she was not, in fact, alone. An absolutely stunning older woman stood not too far away. And she was staring right at her. Rose gaped at her for a moment, then down at her appearance. Strange woman falling out of thin air and falling face flat into a giant pool of goo… not her most glamorous entrance.

“Um… hello! … listen, there’s no need to panic! This isn’t what it-… uh-… … I come in peace?”

[primewritessmut]

H, K, N, T, and W <3

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff?

Oof. Um? Idk that I care so much about the source material as I do about the characters. I can make any source material work if I’m obsessed enough.

That being said, I like the vaguer boundaries (for lack of a better word) around movies and comics. There’s a lot more room to play with a characters internal life and thoughts bc those things aren’t as clear in a more visual medium like a movie or comic. Shaping that for an existing character is probably the closest I’ll ever get to writing an OC.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

You know I’m going to say Loki bc you got me hooked in the show. And Mobius, too. I think they’re sort of inverse arcs. Loki finds his purpose and Mobius loses his, and it’s so well-done and tragic and fascinating.

Also, I read a veritable fuckton of books and I know I’ve read some amazing character arcs in those but they tend to blur together. The one that sticks out to me rn is Evemer in A Touch of Gold and Iron bc it’s a FANTASTIC representation of “enemies” to “I worship you, I would die for you, use me like an attack dog” and I know you know how much I love that.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of your choice).

(1) More deeply considered kink scenes. This applies to most fandoms I’m a part of, I think. You and I have talked about this a lot. I just… I get tired of reading kink relationships that are just some iteration of a submissive wet hole versus dominant fuck machine. Like yeah, okay, I read smut for the smut but also the relationship. Call me a romantic or whatever, I guess.

(2) Eddie grappling with the symbiote’s need to eat brains. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I feel like it gets left out of fic a lot. For obvious reasons, probably. If you’re writing about a guy getting dicked down by his alien goo parasite maybe you don’t want to deal with the in-world consequences of all that entails. But I think it’s really rich soil to dig through and I wish more fics did it.

(3) Smut scenes that aren’t just penetrative sex. Not every likes or wants penetrative sex. Or has penetrative sex every time they fuck. What can I say? I like a variety.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

That I would die for? Yeesh. I think Peter is a lot angrier than people let him be or give him credit for. Wade enjoys his job and would be sad (not to mention a massive fucking nuisance) if he gave it up. The body horror of both Venom and Deadpool are an integral part of their characters. (Damn. I should have put that in my above answer.)

But would I die for those? Maybe the body horror one. You know how much I love body horror.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Teacher/student. (And usually boss/Secretary or employee.) I’m not going to get into why just, BLECH. No thank you. Next.

[alemonadinixi]

Jack's Story, Part 2

The door opened, and he stepped inside. The room was warm and humid, as Ixaena preferred. It was dark but he could make out a shape across the room, about his height but much wider and amorphous. The door closed behind him and a dim light came on over his head, leaving the shape in the dark.

“Greetings,” said a translator box from the shape’s direction.

“… Hi,” Jack said after a moment. This was not what he’d been expecting at all. “Why is it so dark in here?”

“Do not wish to frighten with appearance. Thankful for volunteer, for eternity of Ixaena.”

Jack smiled a little, “I haven’t done anything yet, but thanks. You don’t have to worry about frightening me, I’m a xenobiology student. I know what Ixaena look like.”

“Pictures. Not the same. Yet will comply, if at ease.”

The room went from dark to dimly lit, the Ixaena moving toward him with a wet, slick sound. The deep magenta mass rose up into to a vaguely humanoid form with a writhing base reminiscent of a snail instead of legs. It was right – this wasn’t like he’d seen in pictures. Ixaena in textbooks were emphasized to be capable of taking vague shapes and forms, but always seemed like… jello people. Which was kind of weird, now that he thought about it.

“Apologies,” the Ixaena said, “this one is not skilled with form mimicry.”

“You don’t have to be,” Jack tried to be reassuring. The alien he was here to have sex with was self-conscious? That was kind of adorable. He internally shook himself; he was here for a reason, and beating around the bush wasn’t going to help anything. He started undressing, tossing his clothes behind him. “So, how does this work?”

“Uncertain,” it rippled as it watched him. “Human must inject genetic material, take fertilized mass into self.”

He smirked, his boxers coming off. Yep, I’m standing naked in front of an alien talking about my genetic material. This is surreal, but not in a bad way. “So I just have to ejaculate… somewhere in you?”

More rippling. “Studied human anatomy. Uncertain how to make… want volunteer to… benefit?”

He blinked. “You want to make sure I feel good?”

“Yes.”

That was kind of sweet. “Ok. Well, the, um, genetic material is coming from here,” he gestured to his half-erect cock, “so, one way to – whoa!” It swarmed toward him, engulfing his legs in its lower mass all the way up to his cock. It lightly tightened around him, the soft gooey warmth unsettling at first but quickly becoming arousing. “Uh… Good start. My name’s Jack, by the way.”

He suddenly thought of warm sun on rocks, an impression in his mind he couldn’t imagine where it came from.

“Names do not translate,” the translator box said.

Oh. Was what he’d just thought been it? "Sun on rocks? Sunshine for short?" His thoughts were soon scattered as a sucking motion around his cock started, his legs slowly pushed apart as more of her pressed toward his ass. He briefly wondered what the hell kind of research it had done to figure out how to pleasure volunteers, before all thought fled as it was pressed inside him and he was suddenly very glad he and his ex had tried pegging.

He groaned as she entered, trying to put his hands somewhere but only finding soft… goo.

It suddenly formed firm shoulders for him to grab. “Sun is acceptable. Jack will say if in pain or discomfort?”

He nodded frantically, “Yep, I’ll tell you. Can you do that motion on my cock again, the…” he trailed off as the sensation of being licked on all sides at once overwhelmed him. Sun was so gentle in his ass too, so soft and slick but thicker than he’d expected. It was a strange sensation, having something so soft inside, but still stretching his ass. He let out a tiny sound of pleasure as it went past his prostate, his hips bucking a little as the slow push continued. It was slow delightful torture. He writhed where he stood as it kept going, pushing further and further inside him.

He glanced down and saw his abdomen bulge. He didn’t feel any pain at all. He hadn’t told it to stop, would it keep going? Slowly filling his bowels, making its way up his intestine if he let it… “Pull out,” he said. “Not all the way, but…” his jaw hung slack as it pulled out for a while. It didn’t need his prompting to push back in again. Soon Sun was pumping his ass, absolutely filling him as he watched his abdomen bulge and contract again. This should hurt more, he vaguely thought somewhere in the back of his mind, how does this feel so good…

Then it vibrated.

He came, hard, a his sight going white as all movement around and inside him stopped.

“Vital signs are erratic.”

He laughed, surprisingly tired. “I bet. ‘S ok.”

Sun lost all semblance of humanoid form, instead spreading around him to support his weight. Eh, fuck it. He relaxed and sort of fell into the alien, like a waterbed. “Um. You’re still in me,” he said.

“Fertilization was success. Gene pools are compatible. Require incubation for young to develop. Host organism likeliest.”

“You can tell it worked already?”

“Yes. Can now use to stabilize offspring, provided offspring is incubated and fed until stabilization is complete.”

“Right. The host organism you mentioned…ah!” His insides were sensitive as Sun shifted inside him, as if switching out which part of it was in there.

“Will keep healthy. Observe, keep safe. No pain, only pleasure.”

It took his brain a solid two seconds before he jolted upright, as upright as anyone can sit up quickly on a waterbed of sentient goo. “Whoa wait a minute, you mean me? How would that work?! I don’t have the internal organs for carrying a baby, of any species!”

“No more female volunteers for Ixaena,” Sun said. “Small number, yes. Now none. Only fertilization. Futile without host. Please. Need Jack.”

He felt sadness mixing in with his panic, and realized it was coming from Sun. “Look, I want to help, I really do. But I ask again, how would that even work? Where would you put it?”

The mass inside his ass moved, making him grunt in surprised pleasure, “Here.”

“You’re um,” he licked his lips and focused on breathing. “You’re secreting something, aren’t you? Something to keep me from feeling… worn out, down there.”

“Promise only pleasure, no pain. Will feed Jack, and offspring feeds off Jack.”

Fuck. He was in the metaphorical arms of a telepathic horny-hormone-secreting alien that wanted to put a baby in him. He’d be helping to save a race from extinction, so there was that. And it was probably going to be the most sex-filled however long of his life…

“How long does the offspring have to incubate?”

“One month, Earth time.”

A warm, eager feeling spread through him. It was probably encouraged by the question. One month wasn’t much. Hell, compared to human pregnancy, one month was nothing. A month of great sex and being waited on hand and foot?

“Ok. Sure, what the hell, let’s do it.”

A flood of happiness overwhelmed him as Sun writhed beneath and around him, as if giving him a full body hug. “Thank you, Jack.”

His response became a wordless moan as the mass of goo inside him throbbed and pressed deeper. Sun engulfed his cock, already hard again as a flood of sensations covered him, every inch of his skin warm and sensitive to touch, his nipples hard as it brushed over them, his ass stretched wider as more of it pressed inside. He could hardly think, everything a haze of sensations, his heart pounding as his hips bucked of their own accord, desperate for orgasm.

A tendril formed near his face and he opened his mouth for it. It seemed like the right thing to do in the moment. It tasted like rain and rosemary and honey on his tongue as it slid inside, the speed on his cock increasing as the tendril hit his gag reflex and shoved past it. He grunted in surprise, the urge to cough easing as something loosened his throat. His head was spinning, his ass so incredibly full and now his throat stuffed, he never expected anything like this to feel so fucking incredible…

He came again, more goo shoving inside him as a gush of warm liquid suddenly hit his stomach.

“Nutrients and remove pain,” Sun said.

He nodded weakly, exhausted, and glanced down at himself. His formerly tight abdomen bulged forward, bloated. He looked around in a light headed daze, the tendril in his throat moving easily with him. Sun was still supporting him at a diagonal angle, sort of half reclining.

“Jack is exhausted. Can sleep here.”

He felt warmth all around him, like a thick blanket. He was pretty tired after all that… and possibly a little in shock from the whole alien inside him thing. So, he fell asleep.

[bstroobery]

“You’re kidding,” I mumbled as I looked up at the two officers in front of me. “Why would you guys choose me? I mean, I’m a sad pathetic guy that no one would-”

“Oh.”

I guess it all made sense. No one was exactly trustworthy of this new peace treaty. If the alien empire did in fact end up killing the prince of the humans to destroy moral or something, then it would be best to send in a nobody that lives completely alone in his apartment. I was that nobody.

But I actually didn’t complain much. It’s better than remaining in that run down apartment. You know, I could die and no one would notice until a neighbor began complaining about the smell from my place. So, possibly being killed by an alien princess would exactly be too bad.

The problem was convincing them. I wasn’t exactly the “royal” type. The governments all came together and decided to choose some random schmuck to get this stupid war possibly over with.

Things moved by quickly as they got me ready. Pretty soon, everything I had was packed and I was on a ship to a neutral planet that had been selected for the ceremony. It was going to follow the empire’s customs. So… I’d have to be schooled on that.

It was… weird, honestly. To think a week ago I was just living my boring average life. Now I’m named the Prince of Humans and betrothed to an alien I’d never even seen before. No one had actually seen what the aliens in the empire looked like. Not out of armor anyway.

Before I knew it, we were there. I made my way through the square with the officers by my side. Everyone looked at me. Aliens from different species all watching us curiously. Earth was an outlier planet, apparently. Every other known planet had been in contact with one another before.

The Empire soldiers stepped forward, with them a dark slimy creature. To be honest, if this was my bride-to-be, it could be worse.

But then he cleared his throat, clearly seeing the nervousness on my face as I watched him. His skin was made of that black goo, and it moved around unnaturally as he simply stood there. Actually… I guess it technically would be natural for them.

“So,” he said, speaking through a universal translator, “you’re the prince?”

I had been handed one too. I nodded. “Um… yes…” Damn that was the least confident answer I could have given. One of the officers gave me a dirty look. “Yeah. Uh… my name is Simon.”

The creature nodded. “I’m the leader of this empire. You’ll be marrying my daughter,” he said as one blue eye looked me over. “Sadly.”

I nodded. “Um… when do I meet her?”

The Emperor smiled at me. “I’ll actually be relieving you if you guards. Don’t worry. We honor our peace treaties. No harm will befall you.”

I gulp down my fear and press myself forward. Something in his eye told me he could feel that fear deep within my soul. The officers didn’t actually bother following as soldiers began talking with them.

The Emperor led me to a hotel of sorts, where we were greeted by many… friendly people. They were extremely nice. They’d asked how my journey was, if I’d had a long day, needed to rest, or if I needed any refreshments. I was surprised by the hospitality, honestly.

The Emperor cleared his throat, and I looked over to see a caring smile on his face. “Please,” he said, “follow me.” It was… odd.

I continue to follow him until we reach a garden. There, standing on the balcony overlooking it all, stood the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. She had light brown hair with blue tips, radiant smooth skin, and fluffy blue bunny ears peaking out from the hairdo. It was done in a clipped up sort of style, making it appear shorter than it really was.

“Blue,” The Emperor said, “the Prince of Humans is finally here.”

She turned and smiled at me with eyes that were nearly black, rosy cheeks, and a warm and welcoming expression. She wore a blue gown that hugged the top of her figure before flowing down to the ground, forming a train behind her. She walked over and smiled at me.

“Hello,” she said softly. “I’m sorry that my English is a bit… I’ve only been learning for a few years now.”

She didn’t have a translator on…

“No,” I said with a shy smile on my face as I felt it heat up, “it’s actually pretty good.” I hold out my hand. “I’m Simon, by the way.”

Blue looked down at my hand before taking it and shaking it slowly. “You, handshake, right?”

I nod. “Yeah. Uh… what do you usually do when you meet people?”

Blue smiled, pulled their hand away, and then held out their other hand. “We shake hands too,” they laughed.

I laughed too, shaking their hand with my other.

The Emperor rolled his eye at us.

Gosh. It’s a shame I’m betrothed to the Emperor’s daughter. Blue is actually… very nice. I wouldn’t mind getting to know her more.

“So you’re the one I’m betrothed to,” she laughed.

What?

The Emperor nodded, giving a sly smile at my confusion must have been… extremely evident on my face. “Yes, I’m aware we don’t have much of a family resemblance. But Blue is my daughter.”

“Adopted,” she laughed again. It was a contagious laugh. “So, Simon, we should probably get to know each other better.”

I nodded. How the hell did I luck out this much?

The two of us spent a lot of time together, no guards around either of us. We spent most of our time in the gardens, which were very lovely. Blue showed me multiple different plants, and animals.

At the end of the evening, we both simply sat on a bench, watching the stars and talking.

“You’re a lot cuter than I expected you’d be,” she said, smiling.

“You too, actually,” I said back.

Blue nodded and looked up at the stars. “But, there is one thing I have to say.” She slid her hand over mine gently, the other reaching up towards my neck, and then the next thing I knew, I was pinned to the ground with a knife to my throat. “You’re not actually the Prince of Humans.”

I stared up at them in shock. It probably wasn’t hard to figure out, but it wasn’t exactly easy either. I thought I put up a good act.

“H-how are you so sure?” I ask sheepishly. The blade gets closer to my throat. Not enough to cut, but there is definitely a lot of pressure making it hard to breathe without cutting me.

“Earth has way too many governments to have just one prince,” she said. “You’re a very… divisive species. Our empire is diverse too, but at least we’re all United under one flag. Unlike your planet.”

She leaned down closer to me. When she had pinned me down, some of her hair had come undone and was falling close to my face.

“Listen,” I said, “I’m just a nobody they sent here because no one would miss me. No one trusted the treaty.”

Blue sighed, removing the knife from my throat and helping me back up. “Oh, we’re aware. We’re not stupid,” she huffed. “My father had already completed a full background check of you the moment you had left Earth to get here.”

I put a hand to my neck as I processed the fact that I could breathe normally again, as well as all she had just told me.

“That being said,” she laughed, “you’re still pretty cute. Marry me as planned and maybe we can take down your planet together? They were the ones who sent you to die, after all.”

God the whiplash from all the turns this conversation took was giving me a migraine. Processing it all took some time. But even before my thoughts were able to catch up with me, the words still fell out of my mouth.

“Absolutely.”

Blue smiled at me and grabbed my arm. “Great! Maybe we can start some preparations for the siege.”

As I followed them, the reality of everything finally set in. How they had already known I was a fake, how they were planning to kill me, how Blue suggested we marry anyway and destroy Earth, and my answer…

My answer was still the same. I would absolutely marry Blue, and I wouldn’t quite mind the Empire taking over Earth.

Honestly, as long as I was outside my dingy apartment and someone would actually notice if I died, I don’t care what the hell happens. And marrying Blue isn’t a half-bad idea either.

Due to rising tensions, humanity and the alien empire have decided to make peace with a political marriage between a prince and princess of the two species. The empire isn’t aware that mankind doesn’t have a singular prince, but the world will pretend, so you’re picked to marry god-knows-what.

[darkseraphscorner]

Kings Row

Up and away burgers.

Nat looked over her burger. "Seriously?"

Jane nodded, chewing some fries. "I was brand new, paragon made clock work, so I used my normal name as my hero name, for a few weeks I was the hero Jane Doe."

Nat couldn't help but chuckle, she knew what it was like standing out, there where not many cow women in Paragon, even less resembling Texan Long horns, so her secret identity was paper thin. "So what is you hero name now?"

Jane leant across the table, Nat getting a good look down her top, some male habits died hard, as Jane whispered in her ear. "Static Skull, cuz I'm electric and have a skull print on my mask." As she sat back, she gave a sky grin. "And I don't mind you taking a peak, I'm not packing, but it's nice to know I can draw a gaze."

Nat blushed as took a long sip of her soda. "Sorry, I just.... Yeah, I used to be a leach...."

Jane gently rubbed her foot along Nat's leg. "You can talk about it, before your accident I mean... I over heard you and Sam talk, sorry."

Nat took a deep breath, looking at her hands, her therapist had suggested opening up about this, that it be good. "Well, eight years ago, I was Nathan, up and coming collage football star and man whore, I go to parties, get drunk and have one night stands. Usual collage shit."

She chews her lip, it felt both good and painful talking about this. "Then I got into a car accident, I wasn't drunk at the wheel, the big rigger was sleep deprived, car got side swiped, toxic goo flooded in and I spun off the road into some farmers prize breeder cow... I was out of it for a month, during that time I mutated from human to cow hybrid and from man to woman." She sighs. "The hardest part was not the transition... I kinda think I was in the closet about that with how quickly I adjusted.... The hard part was how quickly all my dude bro friends alienated me.... Or tried to get in my pants." She buries her head in her hands.

Jane got up, coming around to sit next to her and gave her a hug. "As a clockwork, I can sort of understand, gender issues are a big thing amoung the Awakened clockwork, as we do not always identify with the gender we are built as..... How did your family react?"

Nat shudders slightly. "Dad... Oh god my dad, he went to bat for me, butting heads with anyone that tries to shame me for being trans or a mutant, my mom? She sometimes calls me Nathan or son, but I think her mind is starting to go and my sister? She okay, if fucking jealous of my body.... Thanks, the hug means a lot."

Jane smiled, then gave her cheek a kiss. "S'kay, you needed it and you are cute."

"Oh you are just pulling my tail."

"Nu hu, why do you think I asked you on a date?"

Nat blinked. "Wait, this is a date?"

Jane rolled her eyes. "Do I need a neon billboard? I'm interested in you Nat."

Nat suddenly felt thick tongued, her face flushing. "I er... Um... Thanks?"

Jane returned to her seat and winks. "I'll let you think it over, not many want to date my kind after all."

Nat suddenly became very interested in her meal as she tried to figure out the confusion raging in her head.

[polarspur]

I love you aliens that are incomprehensibly other, I love you aliens that are just guys in paint, I love you aliens that are monstrous and terrifying, I love you aliens that are, like, a floating cluster of goo with a brain, or something, and um i love you aliens that we never even see on screen okay mwah mwah

[shadows-starlight]

Shadows and Starlight

Book 72: The Henchmen's Diaper Dilemma

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Grimble, Flord, and Tibber, Malakar's three loyal (and slightly annoying) henchmen hovered over the changing table where Malakar's little daughter, Aurora, was lying on her back and gazing at both the henchmen and at the mobile above, adorned with stars and moon.

After hearing Aurora's cries from the nursery room a little while ago and having an awful aroma fill the air, they concluded that Aurora needed a diaper change.

Grimble, Flord, and Tibber winced.

The last time they tried to change Aurora's diaper they… they… um… maybe it's best not to talk about it.

Anyway, the good news was that they had a chance to redeem themselves after the incident that shall not be named. The bad news was that Malakar had to run some errands for the afternoon and was not there to remind them what to do, staring at the baby as if it were a three-headed alien.

Then, shaking all of the nervous feelings aside, Grimble puffed up his chest and turned to Flord and Tibber, "Alright, boys, we can do this. How hard can it be to change a diaper? I’ve seen Malakar do it a thousand times.”

"Yeah," said Flord, "How hard can it be?"

They turned back to Aurora and then looked at each other.

"So, uh," pipped Tibber, "who's going to be the one who takes off the diaper?"

They quickly looked at each other and said almost all at once, "Not it!"

Tibber was late on his response and groaned, "Aw man! How come you two always win?"

Soon, Grimble, Flord, and Tibber adorned plague masks, and their gardening gloves, and for Tibber, he held a pair of tongs that Malakar used for his blacksmith-related projects.

Tibber gulped and he carefully untied the sides of the soiled diaper, but as he did so, the horrible aroma of the diaper's contents wafted into the air. They cough and retch, turning their heads away and trying not to throw up in the process.

Tying up the soiled diaper in a secure knot, Tibber, with the tongs, dumped the dirty diaper into the waste barrel. Now, with the hard part of the diaper-changing process out of the way, the henchmen set off to work cleaning Aurora and putting a clean diaper on her.

The three henchmen scramble to gather the necessary supplies. Tibber fumbled with the wipes and ointment, Flord tried to unfold the new diaper, and Grimble attempted to slide the new diaper underneath, but he accidentally crumpled it in the process. Flord, meanwhile, had no idea which part of the diaper goes where.

After a while of scrambling and fumbling, the henchmen looked back at their work.

"Well, not a bad job if I do say so myself!" Grimble said, confidently.

"Hey," pipped Flord, "is it supposed to look like this?"

"I think so," said Tibber.

They looked to find the diaper all twisted up on Aurora's lower body. However, instead of crying, Aurora cooed and laughed.

"Ah goo, goo?" Aurora cooed.

“I think we did it backward,” said Grimble.

In their frantic attempt to fix the situation, they accidentally knocked over a bottle of baby powder, which spilled everywhere, causing the white substance to cover their bodies from head to toe.

Aurora laughed at the sight of the henchmen. It looked as if they had been covered in the freshly fallen snow.

They tried again and again and again, but all of their attempts ended up failing. The resulting scene was nothing short of chaos—baby powder went flying, wipes were scattered, and the rags that were used for the diapers were toppled over.

Then came the arguing over who did what wrong and how they think the changing methods should be. Amid the arguing, Aurora's laughter echoed throughout the lair.

Just then, Malakar walked in from his errands. His sharp eyes surveyed the scene with disbelief. Aurora was on the changing table without a diaper, laughing her head off, the henchmen arguing and shouting at one another, and the nursery was in disarray with scattered wipes, piles of baby powder on the floor, and the henchmen, and piles of cloth wrinkled and lying on the floor.

"What is going on in here?"

Grimble, Flord, and Tibber stopped arguing at the sound of Malakar's booming voice.

The sorcerer stood at the doorway with an angry expression on his face and the henchmen stood up straight with awkward smiles on their faces. 

"U-Uh, boss? We know this looks bad and all, but-"

Grimble didn't get a chance to finish for Malakar had walked past them, not saying a word. He took over, gently picking up a piece of white cloth and the bottle of baby powder and expertly changing Aurora with swift, practiced movements.

The henchmen watched in awe, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

"And that's how you do it," said Malakar, picking Aurora up and kissing her forehead, "next time, leave the nappy changing to me."

He set Aurora down on her playmat with some of her toys and left.

Well, the bad news was that they were going to get an earful from Malakar later. The good news, however, was that Aurora was cleaned and happy… and, they didn't have another "incident that shall not be named" incident again.