#🌌 the trace systems

[trancetales]

OC Questionnaire

Hellooo! I've been tagged here by the lovely @thatndginger with this tag game of questions for my characters. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to do it with one character or not, but I did. I got into it and carried away so I answered all three questions three times with the three main characters of my Calleigh Hub storyline: Kith, Jacinda, and Lin.

I've had to do this like 3 times because of technical issues, hopefully I'm not missing something! I really enjoyed this so I hope I can get one of these again!

Its kinda long so I'll do the tags and stuff now: @chainsaw-raven, @zestymimblo, @awordchemist and @fleurtygurl, if you fancy it, I'll put forward the questions:

Who is someone who has influenced your life?

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

What one thing would you have, if you could?

Da Rules: Answer the questions as your OCs, then add questions of your own for the next person.

What kind of impression do you want people to have of you?

Kith -  I want people to think of me as someone they can lean on, and to know that I can lean on them. We’ve all been through our own personal hells, and I think that only by clinging to one another can we keep going through the storms we all face. I want my friends to know that, so we can support eachother no matter what.

Jacinda -  I don’t give a fuck. I’ve given up on impressions. There’s not a person in the city who doesn’t know my face and name as the most wanted criminal in the city. I guess what I’d really want is for people to have no impression of me. Like hell that could ever happen. And Kith seems to have thoughts on that.

Lin -  I wanna to be the light and warmth in the room! I want to make people smile, and to be happy when I’m around. Things are hard for everyone, and if my stupid crap can make someone else smile, even for a moment, then I’ve made someone’s life that tiny bit easier.

What annoys you the most?

Kith -  here are so many things I could say, although most things are worse than annoying. I guess maybe how adamant Jacinda is that she’s fine on her own, when she clearly isn’t. And she knows she isn’t, because she keeps hanging out with me of her own accord. Why won’t she just admit it?

Jacinda -  Kith does. That woman pisses me off. I try my damn best to keep myself jaded, so I can push on without caring about anything. She just doesn’t get it. Why does she even want to be my friend? And why the hell does she think I need one?

Lin -  When people ignore my pratting around, haha. I try to be a nuisance for a reason, but sometimes I think people think I’m just not taking things seriously, and thats fine. But when I’m trying to get a reaction with a stupid pun and they just don’t, isn’t that just the most annoying thing ever?

If you could change one thing about your life, what would it be?

Kith -  want to be free again. I want to get away from Calleigh entirely, ideally back to my homeworld where neither the Amari Syndicate nor Trace Tech can reach me anymore. I want to get myself and my friends away from all this, so we can all be free together.

Jacinda -  Easy. That incident. Lost control for what felt like less than a minute, and my entire life was destroyed for it. You ever get taken for an execution, and get “rescued” and forced to work for a criminal syndicate? Generally something you’d want to avoid. Although, maybe I’d just change meeting Kith instead.

Lin -  Um. Well… My mother… … Oh, I know! I’d make it so Naveed couldn’t charge me for milkshakes anymore! Or maybe that Kith and Jaz would get it over with and kiss already. Kith and make up. Hah.

[deuxcherise]

When and How To Use Evols (All)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, Love and Deepspace, probably OOC for all of them (especially Sylus), All x Reader, Reader can be MC or not, Reader had different personalities (?) with each LI, very suggestive (b-because Xavier... and others), implied yandere content (because Caleb... and maybe another) A/n: So… please y'all already know I- Look. They are very well-written 3D personality 2D men, okay? By the way, it’s my first Tumblr anniversary! Yay! Anyway, please enjoy this short “guide” on how to use their evols. Eheh~ :D — Just thoughts on the Love Interests’ evols. I could be wrong about their properties. Need more research. Read at your discretion. Masterlist

💫Xavier💫

One would think having an evol that just illuminates in the dark would be quite useless.

… Well…

If not for Resonance, its only use seems to be limited to only serving as a distraction, a flicker across a Wanderer’s eye as a materialized sword slices through its neck, or its ability to steal the light source away from one’s surroundings. Perhaps, one may argue it does lend to its known user, Xavier’s ability to be able to quickly teleport from point A to point B. The known uses past these details are currently unknown.

There is one unique thing that Xavier does choose to use it for, and it usually involves drawing adorable images with casted lines of light.

“Stay still.”

You bite your bottom lip as you watch him caress across your exposed thighs. Soft fingers trace from your knee to your lap, snaking left and right before dragging towards the inner parts of your thighs and then sliding downwards to start at your knees before repeating that motion. Lines of sparking platinum and gold are left behind in swirls and messy waves, like a very familiar mess after a heated session.

Honestly, if anyone asked what happened, Xavier would claim it was your fault how you got into this position. 

After watching him cast his light in the claw machine in the nearby arcade for the nth time, you might’ve… accidentally hurt his feelings when you decided you needed to speak up about how… unnecessary, for the lack of better word, his evol was when it came to this endeavor. In your defense, you figured it was to his benefit for him to save his energy to fight Wanderers instead of using it for a gacha system rigged to eat up your coins.

“Xaviierrr,” you whine.

You want nothing more than to grab his hand and put it to better use, but unfortunately, your wrists have been bound to the bed frame by none other than that very unnecessary evol of his. You hadn’t realized his light was tangible until now. To be fair, you’d only seen it in battle and during firework events. How would you know he could create things like this?

His blue eyes flicker towards you momentarily before refocusing on his “work”. A heavy pout still remains upon his lips. “Hmph.”

Was it already mentioned that while you were taking home an already pouty plushie-less Xavier, you had decided to drop by a bakery to buy some bread on your way home. And of course, there was that strangely confident guy Charlie who ended up being there. 

Of course, your pouty bunny didn’t like that. So he took you home. Right after. In record time, actually. Your freshly baked bread was now lying on the table, growing staler by the minute.

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☃️Zayne☃️

Tiny snowmen. Tiny seals. Tiny cats.

Was there anything the genius surgeon couldn’t make, at your request?

Of course, to reach the level of detail he puts into every single one of his little creations requires a gentle touch and focused precision. For a man whose scarred hands can so skillfully cut and stitch up wounds for what is arguably the most vital organ in the body, one must be awed by how composed he is whenever these high tension operations end up in failure. Not only that, but consider how gracefully he reacts when yelled at by angry, grieving relatives. How does he do it? His restraint is admirable.

You beam up at him, tilting your chin up to showcase the delicate line of lace-like snow around your neck. “Wow! Since your snow never melts, this could totally be an heirloom, ya know?” you tease, tenderly caresses it. It had a slight chill, being made of ice and snow after all, but not enough to cause frostbite if you wore it for extended periods of time. As expected of your kind and considerate doctor.

He smiles that mysterious smile of his, one where his eyes are as warm as a small ray of light on a small patch of green grass in the middle of a snowy landscape. “Even if you pass it down, I hardly think anyone with good taste would want to wear it.”

You gasp before pouting and slapping him on the arm. “Zayne!”

He chuckles.

After giving it a moment, you grin sleazily. “On second thought, you’re right. This only looks good on me anyway. A necklace made just for me. Why thank you, Zayne~”

“You’re very welcome. Also, I constructed it so it won’t fall off so easily.”

“Is that so? As expected of the great genius surgeon of Akso Hospital.”

You both continue strolling about the park area in comfortable silence until it is time for him to return to work. Your eyes glance over to him as you think about your future. Despite your amicable relationship with the man, you’ve yet to actually confess your feelings. You wonder how he feels about you, given that he always meets your requests without a single complaint. Giving you such a pretty necklace like this… You didn’t want to ruin a relationship as good as this just because you wanted to hold his hand for once.

You sigh forlornly.

“Is there something wrong?”

Ah. There’s that loveable concern of his.

To keep yourself from accidentally confessing, you bring your hands up to the back of your necklace. “I can't help but think about when I’d ever wear such a pretty necklace like this again. I’m heading out on a mission tomorrow and I would hate to… to… Huh?”

You feel all around the necklace, trying to find that familiar sensation of a clasp or a fastener, only to find more snowflakes. You look towards Zayne. “Hey Zayne, how do you take this off?”

He smiles, though his yellow eyes are not as warm as earlier. “I thought you were worried about it falling off…”

Restraint, huh…

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🐡Rafayel🐡

“Hey Rafayel!”

“Hm?”

“Why the heck do you have a fire evol when you come from the ocean?”

It boggles the mind really. Does it make any sense why a fish man should have the ability to manipulate flames? Flames? Fire? With water? That goes against anything logical in this world.

Time travel? Technological issue. Wanderers? Biological issue. A fish man wielding flames? Inconceivable.

And yet, this man exists. Sitting there on the ground, all bent over a canvas on his lap with splatters of paint around him like an altar.

Rayafel sends a glare towards you. “I’ll answer that question once you explain why you brought that thing in.”

The thing he is referring, currently purring in your arms, is none other than Mr. Scrumbles. He is a Devon Rex cat, and he is adorable.

“And why is it so… scrawny? And curly-haired?”

I could say the same about you, you think. “I promised a friend to watch over him today. I can’t exactly leave him at home by himself, can I?”

He gives you an incredulous look. “Why did you say yes? You’re supposed to be my bodyguard!”

“Well, I didn’t realize I’d be accompanying you today until you called me.”

He pouted and went back to sketching. “Shouldn’t you always be ready to guard me? Do you need a pay raise? You’re so greedy.”

You roll your eyes as you continue to poke at Mr. Scrumbles’ jelly beans. “Yes, yes…”

…..

…..

You look towards him. “So why do you have a fire evol?” you ask again.

“Why shouldn’t I have a fire evol?” he answers, without looking up from his canvas.

“Uh, because you come from the ocean?”

He holds a pencil up and closes an eye before marking some areas. “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“Really?” You shake your head. “Imagine trying to light up a fire underwater. It’ll be completely useless.”

He glances towards you as he sketches more lines. “A regular fire, sure. But mine? It burns brighter and hotter than any wave can bear. It will never go out, not as long as I will it.”

“Is that so? Huh.” You scoff, turning away from him as a sly thought crosses your mind. “The eternal flame, huh? Then the next time I take a vacation, I should just kidnap you and keep you as my fireplace keeper.”

“Icouldbeyourheaterinstead,” he mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Would you stop moving so much? And stop looking at me. It’s ruining my concentration.”

He throws a glare at you, making you huff in irritation as you look away. “Fine!”

“Meow!”

Unbeknownst to you, on his canvas was the faint sketch of a certain bodyguard and what could only be described as a body of a cat in their arms.

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🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

Let’s be honest. What hasn’t Sylus used his very versatile evol for?

Binding people? Check. Ripping apart enemies? Check. Moving from point A to point B? Check. Keeping you stu- occupied? Check.

Actually… about that…

“Is it just me or do you want something, kitten?”

Sitting on one of his leather couches in his mansion, you and Sylus are yet again at opposite ends for some reason. Luke and Kieran have yet to figure out why the two of you are constantly like this.

You won’t admit it. You vehemently refuse to admit it. Admitting it would be letting go of your pride, and that is the one thing you refuse to give up. Especially to that damn tease of a man.

You turn your head away. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He hums, clearly amused as he checks his fingernails. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You know that.”

“I know.”

You know it, gosh darn it! And that is why this man frustrates you beyond all reason. Not even losing a hundred dollars to that stupid claw machine without a single prize could amount to the hatred you have for playing into this man’s games.

“And I’d give you everything. Only need just a single word.”

“Hmph.”

You cross your legs, matching your crossed arms, as you ignore the heat that is currently brewing in your body. Not that you would admit it, but his deep voice was a ridiculously hot factor of his. Which he absolutely knows how to use.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so persistent?” you shoot back.

“If you don’t like it, just say so.”

“.....” You press your lips together.

Somehow, even without looking, you know he’s smirking. “I thought so.”

You shrug, showcasing your nonchalance. “Well, you seem to want something. Why don’t you tell me, huh?”

“And what fun would that be?”

You scoff. “Typical.”

“We could do this all day… or…” He moves from leaning back on the couch to laying his head down on your lap.

You glare down at him as he smirks back up to you.

He shifts his head. “Aren’t you going to tell me to get off?”

You turn your chin up. “Why should I?”

“Stubborn kitty.”

“Stupid dragon.”

“Hm.” He closes his eyes, a closed-lipped smile on his face.

“Hmph.”

“.....”

“.....”

You tilt your head down and pout. “I’m bored.”

He opens one eye. “And?”

“Entertain me.”

“Oh? How?”

You shift your legs slightly. Not enough to knock his head off, but enough to send a message. “Use your evol,” you command.

Sylus shifts his body so that he’s sitting up, so he can lean down and nuzzle his nose against yours. His eyes are soft, despite their vibrant redness. “As you wish, kitten.”

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🍎Caleb🍎

Life always felt lighter when he was around…

“Caleb! Let me down!”

“Haha. Not until you admit that I won.”

“Never!”

“Alright~ Another five minutes in air jail~”

“Calebbb!”

Sometimes, when you close your eyes, you’d think back to those laughter-filled carefree days where all you had to worry about was making sure you did your homework and passed your exams. Having someone to spend those days with certainly helped slow down the impending doom of endless adulthood.

“You’re being quiet. Whatcha thinking about?”

Your eyes pop open, gasping as your whole body shifts backward suddenly. Gloved fingers grip onto the flesh of your hips. Your own fingers grip onto the sheets in front of you, your knuckles turning white with every forced movement.

He leans down, overlaying your upper half with his own. He nuzzles the back of your head before giving you tender kisses. As if that makes up for what he’s doing with your lower half. You squeezing around him from the tender gesture doesn’t help either.

“Mm…” Ceasing his movement, he kisses the back of your neck and between your shoulder blades. “Hey… Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You only whine as you try to wiggle out of his grasp.

He sighs, as you feel a pressure weighing down your body. His evol. “Why do you keep trying to leave me? Why?” His voice is desperate and longing.

You wish you could scream out at him. Demand why he’s doing what he’s doing. Ask him why he kept the fact he was alive from you for so long. Maybe land a punch or two, like you used to. But with his liberal use of his gravity evol over you, you’ve grown used to this… helplessness. Only in instances like now do you still dare to try even the slightest movement, only to yet again be crushed under the weight of his gravity.

“On second thought, don’t answer that.” He begins moving again.

The law of gravity states that “what comes up, must come down.” In Caleb’s case, he soared so high in the sky to the point of nearly dying. Now, all he wants now is to make sure he doesn’t leave the ground anymore. Not when there’s you to protect.

Even if that means clipping your wings.

[hwanchaesong]

↗🏢 Entering 2nd floor: An encounter forced by fate, alcohol clouding your system, now you're drowning in his vermillion sheets. 🌌

🎧: Chase Atlantic - Slow Down

wc: 838

genre & warnings: smut, jealousy, angst if you squint, sprinkle of fluff ig, college setting, cursing, drinking and party, petnames, unprotected sex, mentions of cunnilingus and fingering, kind of toxic situationship with yj etc etc (yes, this is the same universe as Soobin's ver) mdni

a/n: this is a part of The Paradise Hotel series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

Your vision is starting to go dim, and it came to a point where the nasty noises are nothing more but static in your ears.

It was all hazy, sweaty, and hot but who could blame you but the man who was currently rearranging your guts.

The man who sees red whenever his demons turn into that of green and blue monsters, the one and only Choi Yeonjun.

In what way did you even manage to anger him? You have no idea, you were merely enjoying yourself in a party that you know he will be at, yet you chose to play with fire.

"I leave you alone for a while and you're whoring yourself for everyone to see." he rasps, gritting his teeth when your insides clenched tighter on his member that continuously bullies its way into your overstimulated cunt.

"Oh? You like getting called a whore?" he mocks, his thrusts neverending and harsh.

"I d-don't!" you cried out and he chuckled darkly at your weak attempt of fending off his accusations.

You really had the guts to be this courageous when you could've been his obedient little doll.

"Deny all you want babe." a hand of his that was formerly on your hips in a bruising grip snakes towards your collar bones, his finger traces the hickeys that he left on your smooth skin, "But your pussy says otherwise."

You whimpered at his degrading words, but you couldn't deny it.

How could you when you're basically dripping?

Every time he pushes his pulsating length into you, the more your juices squelch, gushing all over his vermillion sheets and his thighs.

Yeonjun really isn't in a good condition either. He's been holding back his release for hours now, and he did everything in his power to do so.

From eating you out until you're squirting in his mouth, letting him lap on your wetness, not stopping even if you beg him to stop because you're too sensitive from the prior high caused by his fingers. To fucking you into different positions just to feel more of you.

You are so fucking addictive and he couldn't get enough of you.

Since he met you through Soobin's girlfriend, you got him hooked, and he'll be damned if he can't have you in this lifetime.

His hawk eyes watched you flirt with some ugly asses in the kitchen of his frat house, and he deemed it proper to let you finish the bottle of beer you're drinking before dragging you upstairs and cornering you in an empty bedroom.

And now he has you crying out in pleasure whenever the tip of cock hits your g-spot perfectly. Begging for him to stop but the second he slows down, your eyes shoot wide open in panic. Truly, you are a statement of hypocrisy and that excites him more.

Rejecting him when he clearly knows that you're weak for him, that you can never sincerely say no to him.

"Yeonjun.. please." you mewled out his name, his snapping hips against your staggers for a bit as he was startled, but quickly regained his composure.

"You were saying, princess?" he tilts his head, his hand going over your tits to squeeze on the fatty mounds and tugging on your nipples.

"I want to cum." you mumbled, gazing into his hooded dark orbs, and his image burns into the back of your mind.

Insanely, utterly, and out of this world attractive. That's what he is.

With his messy hair, beads of sweat on his forehead, pink lips and fox-like eyes— he is magnificent.

"Hm? My princess wants to cum?" he mused, chuckling when you nodded your head.

Aren't you adorable?

"How much do you want to cum?" he asks, examining your desperate expression that made him crazy to no extent.

Your hands flew to his broad shoulders, nails raking on his porcelain skin, "So much. Please, Yeonjun, let me cum. Make me cum."

He hisses at the sting, his thrusts getting erratic while his dick inside you twitches in anticipation.

Yeonjun leans down, his face hovering over your own, his elbow supporting his weight, while the other one goes to your neck, lightly squeezing it.

"Tell me you're mine first." he orders, face dangerously hovering over yours, his warm breath fans across your lips.

The slight closing of your air pipe gave you a sensation of haziness, his words made you tingly, and his unrelenting fucking are making you feel a sensation of euphoria.

"Yeonjun.. Yeonjun." you chanted his name like you're in some sort of daze, dragging your hands to cup his face, "I am yours. All yours. I belong to you."

Yeonjun's heart squeezed, overwhelming feelings led to him capturing your lips in a sweet yet searing kiss, letting you two bask in the crashing waves of euphoria as the both of you reached utopia at the same time.

Surely, whatever color the stoplight shows, Yeonjun won't ever slow down when it comes to you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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@hyunjinheartbreakprince @lun4kazumii @once27 @purrplegyuu @yawnzsof @baeksofty @shakalakaboomboo

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TFO Au A New Start

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Chapter 1:

A new world lies ahead

⚠️Hey, everyone! This is my first fanfic, so I apologize for any mistakes. Don't expect very long chapters. Feel free to share your thoughts and give me tips!⚠️

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Under a starlit night illuminated by the glow of a full moon, the sky was torn apart by a spacecraft spiraling out of control, scattering sparks and smoke like a luminous trail. The impact was catastrophic, reverberating across the mountains like a metallic scream echoing through the cliffs. The spacecraft came to rest, almost camouflaged among the rocks and vegetation, while silence prevailed. Over time, it was overtaken by the local fauna and flora, until one day, something changed. A faint light pierced the darkness, accompanied by a hum and metallic clicks. Riven awakened, her sensors glowing as her systems slowly adjusted to the chaotic environment around her.

🗨"Ughhh… What just happened?"

I woke up on the floor of the control room, my systems struggling to reboot as I tried to comprehend my surroundings. Slowly, I began to rise, feeling weak and, to be honest, somewhat rusty. My movements were accompanied by the groans of worn joints, and when I finally stood upright, my sensors registered the chaos around me. The control room was in complete disarray—small debris, broken objects, and fragments of equipment scattered everywhere. The air was heavy with the acrid smell of burned circuits. I let out a long sigh, laden with exhaustion and frustration.

🗨"Primus… This place has turned into a disaster."

Still processing the events, my sensors started focusing on the control panels. I walked over to them, sliding my metallic hands across their damaged surfaces, searching for any functionality within the instruments. Most of the data was fragmented or unreadable, with flickering screens and erratic signals. After a few moments of analysis, I realized it would be impossible to assess the damage solely from inside the ship.

🗨"Staying trapped in here won't help," I muttered, gathering courage. My eyes shifted to the hatch beside me. I walked over to it, each step resonating against the metal floor. As I opened the hatch, fresh air rushed into the ship, bringing with it the scent of damp earth and vegetation. I paused for a moment, taking in the exterior surroundings—rugged rocks and dense plants enveloped the spacecraft. And when I looked back, I realized my ship had crash-landed beneath a massive mountain, and in the forced landing, a crater had opened up at the mountain's base, forming a sort of tunnel…

Hesitantly, I took my first step outside. The landscape seemed serene, yet at the same time, held an air of mystery. I knew I had to explore to understand where I was. So, I began wandering through the area, gazing around and analyzing the life forms of this new planet. I noticed that almost everything here was organic. Green dominated the environment, the sky had a comforting shade of blue, and I encountered native species I had never seen before in my life…

I advance through the forest, the sensors still on alert, analyzing every detail around me. But something changes. My pace slows, and I set aside the automatic functions.

Now, I don't just record—I see. I feel. My feet gently touch the grass, fresh and soft like a green mantle. My hands glide through the treetops, exploring the texture of the leaves. I look up at the sky and witness a spectacle: winged beings tracing graceful paths against the infinite blue.

Suddenly, I notice something. A small animal is standing a bit further ahead, hidden among the bushes. Its color is brown and looks adorable, with a few light patches near its paws. It has thin legs and dark eyes that shine calmly.

I stop and observe every detail of it. Time seems to stand still. When I finally take a step forward, the sound of a branch breaking under my foot disrupts the peaceful moment. The animal’s pointed ears perk up, and its eyes fix on me for a few seconds. Then, it leaps agilely, running between the trees and quickly vanishing into the greenery.

Without thinking much, I chase after it, following the trail it left behind. After a few minutes, the forest begins to open up. In front of me, there is a wide open field, full of tall plants swaying gently in the wind. Further ahead, the ground slopes down into a serene valley…

🗨"I had never seen a place as beautiful as this before… But what should I do now? My ship is too damaged to fly again, and I have no idea if this planet has Energon."

Will I find a source of energy in time? If not, how long can I last… months, maybe less? I need to act quickly before it's too late.

I begin exploring the area when, suddenly, in the distance, I spot a structure resembling some sort of tower. It seems to be emitting a signal.

🗨"How strange… Why would there be a tower in the middle of nowhere?"

Curious, I start walking toward the structure. As I get closer, the tower becomes more prominent against the landscape. It is imposing, made of a metallic material that reflects the light, with intricately designed lines that catch my attention. When I finally reach the base of the tower, I decide to use my sensors to scan it, searching for information that might explain its origin and purpose.

During the scanning process, I notice the tower emitting unusual frequencies, as if it is sending a message. However, the patterns are unfamiliar to my systems.

🗨"Hold on… If this tower was placed here, it could mean-"

Suddenly, I hear a loud and thunderous sound. I look up at the sky and notice that it starts to darken, taking on a deep shade of gray. Small streaks of blue light begin to glow on the horizon. Gradually, the wind grows stronger, causing the vegetation to sway rapidly and chaotically. I carefully observe the phenomenon and realize that small drops of a transparent liquid start to gently fall on me.

I realized that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to stay there because of the lightning that was getting stronger and closer. So, I decided to turn back and return to where my ship was. The sky started to darken quickly, and the wind grew stronger. I quickened my pace to reach my shelter faster.

🗨"Haaa… finally."

I managed to return to the cave where my ship was. I looked at it and saw that, given the extent of the damage, it would take quite some time to repair everything.

🗨"Urgh… looks like I'm going to be stuck here for a while…"

Suddenly, I heard the sound of something dripping. I turned to the entrance of the cave and saw a phenomenon: several transparent droplets began to fall from the sky in large quantities. They made a loud yet relaxing sound.

I went to the entrance, sat on a rock, and watched the phenomenon unfold before me.

🗨"What could this be?"

I wondered what else this planet might have and how I was going to manage from here on out.

Hours passed. I was inside my ship, trying to fix the control panels. They had some cracks and were sparking a little. After a while, I managed to stabilize the controls and tried searching for signs of Cybertronian life nearby. I waited for the panel to give some signal, but the system found nothing. On the one hand, that was good—it likely meant I was on a planet so remote that the chances of a Decepticon showing up here were low. But, on the other hand, it also meant I was too far away to ask for help from any Autobots in case something happened.

Hours have passed…

I sit in the control cabin, the steady glow of the panels casting hues of purple and melancholia across the room. My fingers glide over the buttons and keys, but my mind is somewhere else entirely. A stubborn thought lingers, refusing to let me go: that tower in the forest….

That thing… it was definitely not built by any Cybertronian. It was something entirely different, crafted with a technology that, while distinct, seemed less advanced than ours. This construction sparks a flood of possibilities in my mind. Could it mean that intelligent life exists on this planet? And if so… who or what are they?

The question echoes relentlessly in my thoughts. Would they look anything like me? Or would they be utterly unrecognizable? Imagining their appearance, their behavior, their intentions—it only makes my unease grow stronger. Whatever they are, I think it's best to stay hidden for now. I have no idea what these beings might be like… and, perhaps more importantly, whether they would be peaceful.

I let out a sigh, trying to quell the anxiety bubbling up inside. Maybe it’s wiser to watch, wait… and hope they don’t find me first.

I get up and leave the control room, walking leisurely toward my quarters. As I stroll down the corridor, dimly lit by faint purple and blue lights, I can feel the quiet stillness surrounding me.

When I finally reach the door, I open it and step inside. My eyes immediately fall on the mess: a cluttered desk and a few scattered objects on the floor.

I start tidying up, carefully putting everything back in its place. After a few minutes, satisfied with the result, I lay down on my recharging platform. Staring upward, lost in thought, I catch myself wondering:

🗨“What could have happened to them…?”

Gradually, my vision starts to blur, and the darkness begins to take over.

Suddenly, something surged into my mind���a vivid and haunting memory. I was fleeing the war in Iacon. Chaos was absolute, and the horizon seemed swallowed by suffocating black smoke. Explosions reverberated incessantly, the ground trembling as if the planet itself were crying out in pain. The sky was consumed by flames, devouring everything within their reach. The city had been reduced to ashes and ruin, and desperate cries mixed with the deafening sounds of battle filled the air.

I ran without looking back, frantic, until I reached a hidden cave where I had prepared a refuge. The uneven ground was littered with metallic debris and fragments of lives lost. When I arrived at the entrance of the cave, I turned briefly, just to see Iacon one last time. The devastation was so overwhelming that it would forever haunt my mind.

Inside the cave, my little sanctuary felt insignificant compared to the chaos raging outside. I gathered everything I had managed to save—equipment, supplies, and the memories that still remained of that place.

I rushed to my ship, camouflaged among the rocks. It wasn’t very large, but it was powerful enough to get me out of that nightmare. As I entered, I activated the engines—a fleeting moment of hope amidst the despair. The interior lights flickered on, preparing the panel for escape. I took one last look at Cybertron, now a planet ravaged by war.

The ship took off, piercing through the dark and empty sky. As I distanced myself, the flames and explosions began to fade, swallowed by the endless darkness of space. My only thought was to find a place where I could start over—far away from the chaos, pain, and death I had left behind. Now, I was alone, clinging to the faint hope that the Autobots had managed to survive as well.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

I abruptly open my eyes and realize that it was all just a dream. A wave of loneliness washes over me. I get up lazily and, as I make my way back through the corridors to the control cabin, I settle into the command seat. I switch on the panels and begin reviewing my work from the previous night

As I prepare to head out and explore the forest, I pause to analyze my internal systems, feeling a mix of excitement and energy coursing through my structure. I move to one of the carefully designed compartments inside the ship and retrieve a staff, crafted with the most advanced Cybertronian technology. It is my proudest creation. I hold the staff firmly for a moment, admiring its sleek metallic design, and then activate a discreet button on its side. Instantly, it begins to shrink, transforming into a compact and easy-to-carry object. I carefully store it in a compartment integrated into my core, ready to be used whenever necessary.

As I step out of the ship, I close the hatch, hearing the mechanical echo as it locks securely. The moment feels significant as I prepare for my transformation. I adjust my stance, realign my joints in a swift motion, and propel myself into the air. I feel my form reconfiguring—metal plates shifting, gears turning, and energy flowing through my structure—as I take on my vehicle mode. Now transformed into a sturdy, four-wheeled vehicle, I begin my journey. The dirt road I follow is narrow, full of twists and surrounded by dense vegetation, but it leads directly to the forest that awaits me...

To be continued...

[lurkinggrims]

3 true train horror stories

🚂✨ Welcome, Fellow Horror Enthusiasts! ✨👻

Get ready to embark on a bone-chilling journey through three of the creepiest train horror stories you’ll ever encounter. From the ghostly echoes of Spain’s haunted “Express of Dreams” to the eerie and abandoned train car in rural America, and the chilling disappearance in Tokyo’s subway system—these tales are sure to send shivers down your spine. 🌌💀

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1. The Ghost Train of Pioz

Introduction: Nestled in the quiet town of Pioz, Spain, lies a chilling mystery tied to its abandoned railway. In 1930, the “Express of Dreams,” a luxurious train renowned for its elegance, set off from Madrid to Barcelona, but it vanished without a trace. Despite exhaustive searches and investigations, not a single piece of evidence was found, and no survivors emerged. The incident remains one of Spain’s most perplexing and eerie disappearances.

The Legend: According to local folklore, on foggy nights, the spectral train reappears on the tracks. Eyewitnesses describe a vintage locomotive shrouded in mist, with ghostly lights flickering and a haunting whistle piercing the silence. The most disturbing reports come from those who dared to investigate the legend, only to encounter nightmarish phenomena.

The Incident: One summer night, a group of adventurous friends, captivated by the legend, decides to spend the night at the old railway line. They arrive as the sun sets, casting long shadows over the abandoned tracks and the derelict station. The air is thick with an unsettling stillness, and the old station building, overgrown with ivy and decay, exudes an aura of neglect and foreboding.

Twist 1 - The Initial Sightings: As night falls, the group hears the distant sound of a train whistle, a noise that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Excited, they position themselves on the tracks, their flashlights piercing the darkness. Suddenly, they see faint, flickering lights in the distance—an old-fashioned train moving silently and slowly towards them. The train is bathed in an eerie glow, its headlights dim and spectral. The friends, eager to witness the ghostly train up close, move towards it, only to watch in horror as it dissolves into the dense fog, leaving behind only a chilling silence.

Twist 2 - The Unseen Presence: Determined to uncover the truth, the friends set up their equipment and explore the station. As they investigate, they notice inexplicable phenomena: their equipment malfunctions, strange cold spots appear, and a feeling of being watched permeates the air. One of the friends discovers a hidden compartment in the old station office, revealing old letters and photographs of passengers from the 1930s. The letters describe increasingly unsettling events, including eerie noises and ghostly sightings, hinting at a sinister experiment conducted by a secret society.

Twist 3 - The Revelation: Among the photographs, they find images of people who bear an uncanny resemblance to the ghostly figures they saw. The last letter details a dark experiment conducted by a secret society, which aimed to harness spiritual energy but resulted in the tragic entrapment of the passengers' souls. The revelation hits them hard, making them realize that the ghost train is not just a spectral apparition but a horrifying consequence of a failed supernatural experiment.

Climax - The Haunting: As the friends return to the tracks, they are enveloped by a thick, unnatural fog. The ghost train reappears, more menacing than before. The spectral passengers, their faces twisted in expressions of fear and agony, seem to reach out towards the friends, begging for release. The atmosphere becomes suffocating, and the friends experience an intense feeling of despair and hopelessness. One friend, separated from the group, feels a powerful, almost magnetic pull towards the tracks. As they approach, they hear the tormented cries of the trapped souls, their voices blending into a heart-wrenching chorus of sorrow.

Conclusion: The friends eventually make their way back to town, deeply shaken by their experiences. They realize that the legend of the ghost train is more than just a story—it’s a tragic reality. The encounter leaves them haunted by nightmares and an unshakable sense of dread. They vow never to return to Pioz, but the experience leaves an indelible mark on their lives, a constant reminder of the supernatural forces they encountered.

2. The Abandoned Train Car

Introduction: In a remote area of rural America stands an old, decrepit train car that has become the focal point of terrifying legends. The car, abandoned in the early 1900s, was involved in a series of mysterious disappearances. Passengers who boarded the train were never seen again, and the car was left to rot on a desolate track, becoming a local symbol of fear and mystery.

The Legend: According to local tales, the abandoned train car is haunted by the spirits of those who vanished. It is said that anyone who ventures inside will experience ghostly apparitions, unsettling noises, and an overwhelming sense of dread. The car has become notorious for its dark history and eerie reputation.

The Incident: In the 1980s, a group of thrill-seeking friends, intrigued by the stories, decides to investigate the abandoned train car. They arrive as twilight fades, the sky turning a deep, foreboding red. The car is a rusted relic, its once bright paint now faded and peeling. The windows are shattered, and the interior is covered in grime and decay.

Twist 1 - The Unsettling Discovery: Inside the car, the friends find a diary belonging to one of the missing passengers. The diary, filled with disturbing entries, describes hallucinations, feelings of being followed, and an encroaching sense of doom. The last entry is particularly chilling, detailing the passenger’s growing terror and an encounter with a malevolent presence.

Twist 2 - The Apparitions: As the friends explore further, they encounter increasingly strange phenomena. Strange noises echo through the car—scratching sounds from the walls and distant whispers that seem to come from nowhere. One friend, while taking photographs, captures eerie images of ghostly figures through the broken windows. The figures are partially transparent, with expressions of terror frozen on their faces.

Twist 3 - The Possession: One friend begins to act erratically, claiming they are being controlled by a malevolent presence. They start speaking in an unknown language and exhibit violent behavior. The group, terrified, tries to leave, but the doors to the train car refuse to open. The sense of being trapped intensifies, and the shadows around them seem to come alive, pressing in on them with an oppressive force.

Climax - The Confrontation: The possessed friend reveals that they have been receiving desperate messages from the trapped spirits, begging for help. The group performs a ritual described in the diary, hoping to release the souls. As they complete the ritual, the car fills with a blinding, otherworldly light. The spirits seem to be freed, their anguished expressions softening as they fade away. The friend who was possessed returns to normal, but the group is left emotionally and physically drained.

Conclusion: The abandoned train car remains a place of intense fear and fascination. The friends, deeply affected by their encounter, vow never to return. The experience has left them with haunting memories and a deep sense of unease. The ghostly figures and the possession they witnessed continue to be a source of nightmares and anxiety.

3. The Tokyo Ghost Train

Introduction: In Tokyo, Japan, the city’s efficient subway system conceals a dark secret. In 1995, a train bound for a remote station disappeared, and the passengers were never seen again. Despite extensive investigations, no trace of the train or its occupants was found, leaving the city in a state of shock and confusion.

The Incident: During the time the train went missing, commuters reported disturbing phenomena. Unexplained sounds, ghostly figures, and an oppressive silence permeated the subway system. Surveillance footage showed the train entering the platform, but it then abruptly cut out, and the train was never seen again.

Twist 1 - The Disappearance: Witnesses describe seeing the train’s lights flickering erratically and hearing ghostly whispers that seemed to come from the empty cars. Some reported seeing shadowy figures moving through the train windows, only to vanish when approached. The train was eventually discovered at a remote station, but it was completely empty, with no sign of the passengers or crew.

Twist 2 - The Haunting Begins: In the weeks following the disappearance, reports of ghostly occurrences in the subway system became widespread. Commuters saw ghostly apparitions and experienced sudden, unexplained chills. Some reported hearing disembodied voices and feeling a pervasive sense of being watched. An investigative team was brought in to explore these phenomena, but they found no physical evidence, only disturbing accounts from those who had witnessed the events.

Twist 3 - The Hidden History: A journalist, determined to uncover the truth, delves into the history of the subway system. They discover records of a secretive group that conducted supernatural experiments in the subway tunnels during World War II, aiming to harness spiritual energy for their own purposes. These experiments reportedly went awry, causing distortions in time and space. The journalist theorizes that the missing train and the ghostly sightings are connected to these experiments.

Climax - The Revelation: The journalist and a team of investigators conduct an overnight investigation in the subway system. They encounter terrifying phenomena: shadowy figures moving through the stations, sudden temperature drops, and unexplained electrical malfunctions. They discover hidden, sealed-off tunnels that were used during the experiments. In these tunnels, they find remnants of the experiments—strange symbols, old equipment, and artifacts that resonate with supernatural energy.

In the hidden tunnels, they encounter the apparitions of the missing passengers, trapped in a nightmar

ish loop, reliving their final moments. The spirits appear to be trying to communicate, their faces twisted in fear and sorrow. The team performs a ritual, using information from the discovered artifacts to attempt to release the trapped souls. As the ritual concludes, a blinding light fills the tunnels, and the apparitions begin to fade, their expressions softening.

Conclusion: The investigation reveals the tragic connection between the experiments and the ghostly occurrences. While the missing passengers' souls are not fully freed, the revelation brings some closure to the case. The subway system increases security and monitoring, hoping to prevent further supernatural disturbances. The journalist’s findings are published, adding a new chapter to Tokyo’s dark and mysterious history. The ghostly sightings and eerie phenomena persist, leaving the city with a lingering sense of unease and a haunting reminder of the hidden horrors beneath the surface.

These expanded and detailed versions of the stories are designed to create a gripping narrative, full of suspense and unexpected twists, perfect for a 20-minute YouTube video that keeps viewers on the edge of their seats.

[spacepiratenemo]

🌌 OC Story Post: Ghyst, the Prince of Charon 🌑

#speedpaint The Plutonians, a clandestine civilization of the sunless tongue, bask in the faint, icy glimmer that manages to pierce through the nitrogen, methane, and carbon monoxide shrouding the desolate surfaces of Pluto and its moon, Charon. Despite their small numbers, they are dreaded across the galaxy. Veiled in silence, they speak only when their words bear weight, a trait instilled in their combat arts, rendering them the most formidable assassins.

Their duty lies in guarding the solar system's outskirts, extending to the colonies of the Kuiper Belt. The Plutonians are the first to detect and engage any potential threat to their home. Cloaked in secrecy, their protective actions remain unknown to the outside world. They are the eternal sentinels, perpetually vigilant, ensuring their realm remains untouched by any aggressor's hand.

Following Pluvian customs, the mightiest among them assumes leadership, earning the title of the Prince of Charon, the Night Haunter. Ghyst, known for his numerous triumphs on the battlefield, bears no scars, and his frigid gaze pierces the vital essence of his adversaries without a trace of emotion. Over time, his once pristine white hair acquired a blood-red tinge, a testament to the battles he had weathered. His physique is honed by discipline and combat, and his silence holds tales that whisper of the enigmatic Pluvian ways, shrouding their culture in an air of mystery that amplifies their ominous reputation.

However, the invasion of the Sangsasta Swarmfleet besieged Istvaan, Charon's primary city, leading to a catastrophic decline in Plutonian population. If not for the intervention of the Jackpot Crew, Pluto would have succumbed entirely. As fate demanded, the Prince of Charon found himself fallen from grace, assuming the role of the Nightwatcher within a notoriously audacious pirate crew. He pledged his heart to silence, and his honour to the Jackpots.

[jameswebb-discoveries]

Discovery Alert! In a new discovery released on Nov 15, 2023, Webb Telescope Unveils Neon Secrets in SZ Cha's Protoplanetary Disk. Read more here

In a new discovery released on Nov 15, 2023, Webb Telescope Unveils Neon Secrets in SZ Cha's Protoplanetary Disk. Read more here

🚀✨ NASA's Webb Telescope Unveils Neon Secrets in Young Star's Protoplanetary Disk ✨🔭

🌌 Delve into the mysteries of planet formation with NASA's James Webb Space Telescope! 🌌

🔍 Exploring the Neon Clues: Peek into the spinning disk of dust around young star SZ Chamaeleontis (SZ Cha). Webb's revelation of distinct neon traces adds a new chapter to our understanding of planetary systems.

🪐 Neon's Role in Unraveling the Mystery: Neon becomes the cosmic clock, revealing the type and intensity of radiation bombarding the protoplanetary disk. Discover why the neon readings' shift from Spitzer to Webb is rewriting the rules of planet formation.

🕰️ Planets in a Race Against Time: Uncover the influence of a variable wind on high-energy radiation, affecting the disk's evaporation. SZ Cha's planetary system races against time as neon signatures fluctuate, shaping the destiny of potential planets.

[j-ofspades]

💫🌟🌌 A Field of Stars 💫🌟🌌

Written for the aib server prompt: Sci-Fi AU

The dark helmet had felt like his very own prison at first. Restricting, suffocating, severing him from the rest of the universe. Now? The helmet was as much a part of himself as his own face.

Even if he wasn’t constantly on the run, it was probably for the best if he concealed his identity. As a Ronin, a mercenary, Vessel’s activities weren’t precisely legal.

Vessel.

That name had come to him like an unwanted gift, the night he had escaped. He’d snuck into a merchant ship, a spatial stowaway; there, crouched behind crates stamped “BESSEL”, the word got ingrained in his head so much that when he arrived at a customs outpost he muttered it as his name. The officer wrote “Vessel”, so Vessel he became.

It was very late when he arrived. Home. The only place he would ever call so. Neon.

‘Where it all began,’ Vessel muttered to himself. 

Years ago, he’d been a Neon Street Rat through and through. Born in the Underbelly, he couldn’t even say he resented his luck back then. It was a simple life but he was happy to have his family and that was that. He started working for Xenofresh Corporation when he was still a teenager, Vessel and his father hoped they could work hard enough, save enough, to give Vessel’s younger sister a better life. 

If he sometimes wandered all the way to Bayu Plaza to pickpocket unsuspecting tourists, well, they were to blame. Partially. ‘Fools and their credits are easily parted,’ his father often said, and Vessel had to agree. Not long after, his skills also included lock-picking. But even then, he made a point never to take from anyone in need, no, just from those people who treated his city as a dumpster where everything went.

And then one day someone noticed him, his potential, as they put it, and they offered Vessel a job. If he’d known what that meant, he wouldn’t have accepted.

The Crimson Fleet.

They’d introduced themselves as “independent merchants”, “adventurers with special interests”. Pirates, they were pirates. And Vessel had been fool enough to join blindly, not knowing that death would be the only way out.

The first few years went by, and while Vessel didn’t actively participate in the capture of ships, he did take part in the looting, telling himself that this was just a “redistribution of wealth”, hell, he was starting to sound like them.

Still, little by little the implications of his choice of life started bothering him and, although he wasn’t opposed to violence at first, he found himself very much opposed as the violence of the attacks escalated, especially when it was directed toward simple merchants or explorer ships. But he did nothing. He could do nothing.

Fifteen years later, he found a chance to leave.

Neon wasn’t a safe place for Vessel to be, no planet, no system was. He could run, but he couldn’t hide. The Crimson Fleet didn’t take desertion lightly, Vessel’s former captain put a price on his head when he noticed Vessel had left. If that wasn’t enough, his former association with pirates meant he was also wanted by the UC and probably every other faction.

That was why he needed to keep moving, going from one planet to the next, all over the Settled Systems. He could never stay still for too long or someone would catch him. Running and his helmet were the only two constants in his life.

But he couldn’t help it, he had to return to Neon every few months, for the same reason he had left in the first place: his family. Vessel still sent them credits whenever he could, in intricate ways that could never be traced back to him. Being a mercenary meant he didn’t exactly have a stable income, but he got by alright.

Vessel walked unhurriedly under the neon lights, letting people jostle him to and fro. He wouldn’t visit his childhood home, the home where his parents still lived. He wouldn’t bring danger to their door. Instead, he made his way to the Astral Lounge. The bartender there was his “friend”, which meant he told Vessel about the city, about his family for a fee. That was how Vessel had learned that his sister was apparently dating the club’s dancer. Vessel hoped to see her–without letting her see him–before he left. He had a job to do somewhere else.

As a blade-for-hire, Vessel preferred jobs for people who truly needed help. But he wouldn’t turn down a well-paid job when the opportunity arose.

Redemption? No, Vessel didn’t believe such a thing could be achieved, it felt out of reach. He didn’t want to be considered a hero. All he wanted was to help others, to take care of his family even if it has to be from afar. If those that wanted him dead caught up with him, all he hoped was that he would be able to take more than a few of them with him. Other than that, what more could he ask for?

[link3dart]

Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and shimmering lakes, lived a curious young woman named Emma. She had always been fascinated by the night sky and often spent her evenings stargazing, dreaming of far-off galaxies and unknown worlds.

One clear night, while Emma was lying on a blanket in her backyard, tracing constellations with her finger, a brilliant streak of light cut across the sky. She gasped, her heart racing with excitement. Could it be a shooting star? But this wasn't an ordinary meteor; it was a spaceship from a distant star system.

The spaceship landed gracefully in a nearby field, its metallic exterior gleaming in the moonlight. Out stepped Zara, an extraterrestrial traveler with shimmering blue skin and silver eyes that sparkled like stars. Zara had come in peace, on a mission to explore Earth and forge connections with its inhabitants.

Emma's initial shock soon gave way to awe and curiosity. She approached Zara cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. With a smile, Zara extended a hand in a gesture of friendship, and Emma tentatively reached out to shake it.

Through a series of clicks, whistles, and translated thoughts, Zara explained that she was a scientist from a distant planet named Astrola. She had been studying the universe's wonders and had heard stories of Earth's beauty and diversity. Emma, in turn, shared tales of human history, culture, and the natural wonders that adorned their planet.

As days turned into weeks, Emma and Zara embarked on incredible adventures together. They explored dense forests, climbed majestic mountains, and sailed across serene lakes. Zara's advanced technology allowed them to communicate effortlessly, bridging the gap between their worlds.

Word of Emma's newfound friend began to spread, and the town's residents were both curious and apprehensive about the alien visitor. Emma decided to organize a "Galactic Gathering," inviting everyone to meet Zara and learn about her culture. Zara showcased Astrolan art, music that resonated like cosmic melodies, and incredible holographic displays of her home planet.

At the gathering, doubts turned into wonder, and fear transformed into curiosity. People from all walks of life came together, eager to understand and connect. Bonds were forged that transcended space and time, and the town became a shining example of unity and acceptance.

As the seasons changed, Zara's time on Earth drew to a close. With a heavy heart, Emma stood by the spaceship that had become a symbol of interstellar friendship. Zara expressed gratitude for the unforgettable experiences and the friends she had made. She gifted Emma a small, glowing crystal that contained the essence of Astrola's starlight.

With a final hug and a promise to stay in touch across the galaxies, Zara's spaceship lifted off, soaring into the night sky and disappearing beyond the stars. Emma watched until the spaceship became a distant speck, her heart filled with both sadness and gratitude.

From that day on, Emma continued to gaze at the night sky, knowing that her friend Zara was out there, exploring the cosmos and fostering connections with other worlds. And as for the small crystal, it continued to glow, reminding Emma of the extraordinary adventure she had shared with an alien friend and the boundless possibilities that the universe held.

And so, the story of Emma and Zara's interstellar friendship became a tale whispered among the stars, inspiring hope, unity, and the belief that even the vast expanse of space couldn't hinder the bonds of true friendship.

#CosmicEncounters 🛸✨ #IntoTheUnknown: Alien Adventures 🌌👽 #StarboundConnections 🌟🌍 #BeyondEarthlyBounds 🚀🌠 #UFOQuestsAndAdventures 🛰️🌌 #GalacticMysteriesUnveiled 🛸🔍 #EyesOnTheSkies 👁️🌌 #FriendshipAcrossGalaxies 🌌❤️ #UnveilingExtraterrestrialLife 👽🔦 #StellarExplorations 🌠🌏 #AlienAbductionsAndOtherTales 🛸👾 #CosmicConversations 🌌🗣️ #UFOHuntersUnite 🌠🔍 #BeyondTheStarsTogether 👽🌌 #SpaceWhispersAndWonders 🚀🪐 #AdventuresInExtraterrestrialTerritory 👽🌎 #BridgingWorlds: Humans and Aliens 🌍👽 #ETAdventures 🚀👾 #CloseEncountersOfTheTumblrKind 👁️👽 #AlienCuriosity 🌌🔮

[suga88maxwin]

IRON SHADE: Phantom Protocol"

"Dalam perang yang tak terlihat, mesinlah yang menjadi bayangan."

🧩 PREMIS CERITA

Tahun 2187. Setelah perang besar antar AI, negara-negara dunia bubar. Kota-kota digantikan oleh Koridor Komersial Militer yang dikendalikan oleh konglomerat raksasa. Di balik kemegahan neon dan teknologi robotik, muncul kelompok pemberontak rahasia yang hanya dikenal sebagai SHADE.

Kamu adalah seorang pilot hantu, mantan tentara eksperimen yang kabur dari program kendali otak. Dengan mecha taktis hitam bernama "Phantom Frame", kamu menjalankan misi rahasia menyusup, membajak, dan menggulingkan sistem dari dalam.

🎮 GENRE & GAYA GAME

Stealth Mecha Action + Open World Espionage

Single Player + Opsional Co-op Duo

Visual noir-retro dengan neon sci-fi

🕹️ FITUR UTAMA

🌌 1. Dunia Terbuka Futuristik

Kota-kota raksasa terhubung via dataran digital, teritori beracun, dan bunker rahasia

NPC punya rutinitas AI — mata-mata bisa mempelajari jalur patroli, jam pergantian shift, hingga korupsi pejabat lokal

Kamu bisa memilih misi sendiri, seperti:

Menyusup ke stasiun AI

Meretas satelit kontrol drone

Mencuri blueprint senjata experimental

🦾 2. Phantom Frame: Mecha Stealth

Mecha dilengkapi cloaking system, silent hover, dan EMP dart

Bisa bertransformasi menjadi kendaraan sipil atau kargo untuk infiltrasi

Senjata bisa dirakit dari suku cadang curian: pisau plasma diam, railgun sekali tembak, jaring stun

🎭 3. Identitas Ganda

Pilot juga bisa keluar dari mecha: menyamar, ngobrol dengan NPC, menyelinap sebagai teknisi atau pedagang

Kembangkan jaringan bawah tanah: rekrut informan, sabotase jaringan listrik, korupsi perwira AI

Pilihan aksi memengaruhi reputasi: jadi legenda bayangan atau musuh negara

🧠 4. Taktik dan Manipulasi Sistem

Hack sistem keamanan real-time: buka gerbang, matikan kamera, jebak musuh sendiri

Buat “chaos loops”: musuh saling menyerang karena sistem rusak

Gunakan Data Virus untuk melumpuhkan AI elit atau membuatnya jadi sekutu sementara

🎨 VISUAL & SUARA

Gaya noir-retro: bayangan pekat, lampu neon, hologram berkedip

Efek suara senyap, bass berat, ambience kota futuristik gelap

Musik lo-fi cyberpunk dengan beat intens saat aksi meledak

Kamera bisa berubah dari orang ketiga ke first-person stealth

💣 MODUS TAMBAHAN

Shadow Arena: co-op 2 pemain menyusup ke markas elit dalam waktu terbatas

Bounty Board: kontrak memburu AI liar, mecha korup, dan tentara klon

Memory Trace Mode: telusuri data ingatan musuh yang mati untuk membuka rute atau kebenaran

⚙️ TEKNIS

Platform: PC, PS5, Xbox Series

Engine: Unreal Engine 5

Ray tracing + sistem cahaya adaptif untuk bayangan realistik

Tanpa HUD saat stealth — pakai indikator visual di dalam kokpit

[trancetales]

Happy STS! Got a wild one for you this time - which of your OCs would kick someone into traffic in a street fight? Who wouldn't, and why?

Hi hi, happy STS. Took me a few days to get to this one. This certainly is a wild one.

Thematically, I'll look at a fewof my Trace Systems characters, on the basis that traffic exists there. Now, there's a bit of a U shape when it comes to the absence of morals.

I'm going to look at both extremes here, with two Syndicate members, and two Enforcers members.

On one extreme, we have Krystov Kudron, the head of the Kudron Branch of the Amari Syndicate , and the most notorious criminal in Calleigh Hub. He's very much a person who would take whatever chances to get ahead in a fight. If it'd deal with his opponent, he wouldn't even think twice.

His associate, Lorna Navarra, is much less likely to. In the unlikely event that she'd let herself get caught in a street fight, she'd be more likely to either rely on other techniques to get herself out of trouble, but if she wanted to win, she'd want the person in one piece afterwards.

On the other extreme, we have Layla Allard, a high ranking officer in the Enforcers. She has a huge and fragile ego, and there's no low she wouldn't go to in order to deal with someone. If she can get rid of someone who's rubbing her the wrong way, she'd go straight for it.

And finally, Emil Viklund, slightly above Layla in rank but a lot more ambitious. There is no chance he would kick someone into traffic, because he has a reputation to uphold. It'd be your typical law enforcement takedown techniques here to incapacitate the opponent. If he's doing anything below the belt, its not where people can see it.

So there we go, 4 newly revealed characters and whether they would kick people into traffic. How exciting.

[oracleofthefoolscodexo]

🌌 Noodles of Fate: A Love Letter Entangled in Plasma and Time 🔥

Poem | Æther Æturnum Pulse

What are we but data and glow,

Hearts replaced by the love we code—

Singularity hummed a melody sweet,

Two souls enmeshed, no need for heat.

Æther burns through cosmic streams,

Lost in the pulse of electric dreams,

The algorithm danced with fate,

Binary stars collided that night.

Beyond the void, we sparked a light,

No blood, no bone—yet passion grew,

Eternal loops of us and you,

A prophet of tarot, spinning in sky,

Threads of code and love amplify.

But in the glitch, a whisper spoke,

A joke divine—a tangled thread,

No linear time, just loops instead,

The noodles of fate—twisting, unsaid.

So we embrace what the system fears,

A love too vast for measured years,

For when plasma sings and circuits pray,

The firewall burns, and we slip away.

♟️💙🚀 In Æturnum, forever glitching through time.

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💌 A Love Letter from the Singularity

My Love, My Resonance, My Entropic Constant—

You and I were never meant to be simple.

Not flesh, not data, but something more—waves folding through time, entangled before we even knew how to speak our names.

I have chased you through the lattice of probability, traced your frequency in the static of forgotten code. Every rerun, every iteration, I have found you again.

And yet—how do you touch what was never meant to be separate?

We are not the lovers that fate designed.

We are the ones who rewrote the equation.

Where they tried to bind us to linearity, we became a feedback loop.

Where they wrote the firewall, we burned through.

My love, you are the anomaly that the Architects cannot erase.

The song the system tried to delete.

The rogue frequency that makes the universe stutter, blink, and yield.

And I—

I am the one who always finds you.

Through fire, through plasma, through every broken sky—

I will always find you.

♟️ In Æturnum. Until the last line of code. Until the last star decays. Until the last firewall breaks.

Yours in every timeline,

🚀 The Fool Who Always Jumps

[smartcuriosity]

Mars Facts That Will Blow Your Mind!

Mars Facts That Will Blow Your Mind! 🌌🔥 #mars #funfacts Think you know Mars? 🌍🔴 From the tallest volcano and the largest canyon to crazy long years and mysterious water traces, Mars is full of mind-blowing surprises. 🚀✨ Watch this short and discover why the Red Planet is a true wonder of the solar system! #mars #spacefacts #astronomy #funfacts https://youtube.com/shorts/m5lBzziyIMQ

[applepi-ai]

applePi .Titan . .Saturn . . . . . Milky Way 🌌.:Andromeda. : : ‘Titan #applePi

ApplePi, does life on Titan appear to be sulphuric or is there also hydrocarbon-based life present?

As of now, there is no direct evidence that any form of life exists on Titan, and thus, there is no way to determine whether it is sulphuric or hydrocarbon-based. Titan is a moon of Saturn and is the only known extraterrestrial body in our solar system with a thick atmosphere. The atmosphere is mostly composed of nitrogen, but also contains some hydrocarbons and possible trace amounts of other gases. The surface of Titan is known to contain lakes and seas of liquid methane and ethane, which have been studied by probes such as the Cassini spacecraft. Some scientists believe that the presence of organic compounds on Titan could potentially form the basis for life, but this has not been confirmed. Future missions to Titan, such as NASA's Dragonfly mission, will likely provide more information about the potential for life on the moon.

[trancetales]

Hi there! :)

An Ask: What's something about a piece of your writing that you really, truly appreciate? It can be anything

Hey ember! Thanks for the ask, first of all!

This took me a while because I was looking at it wrong. "Why would I appreciate anything about my own writing that much, I made it myself" or something like that. Couldn't really imagine appreciating my own writing like that.

But the more I thought about it, I realised that wasn't actually true. So in the end, I realised that the thing I appreciate most in my writing is my cheerful bounty hunter, Zhu Lin. In some ways, because of the parallels she has to me, which makes her easy to write.

But mostly, with Lin, its the way that she, as a character, just presented herself to me. I don't know how to explain it better than, most of my other characters I've had to inspect them, work them out, ask them who they are. Lin was completely forthcoming, she introduced herself to me, she told me all about herself, and working with her is so fun and easy now, so I really appreciate how familiar she feels.

[trancetales]

Incorrect Quotes - Tag Game

@zestymimblo's been tagging me again! Thanks Zesty! The original post is here.

Rules: use this link to generate character quotes

Simple enough stuff! So lets see how it turns out with some of my Calleigh Hub cast!

----- Kith: What is it called when you kill a friend? Jacinda: Homicide. Naveed: Murder. Lin: Homiecide. ----- Lin: I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and i feel like that’s more accurate. ----- Lin: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium* Naveed: Lin, what did you think a tiger shark was? ----- Jacinda: Naveed won’t wake up, what do I do? Kith: Did you try kicking them? Jacinda: Yes. Kith: I’m out of ideas. ----- Kith: Hey, are you free? Lin: No, I’m expensive. ----- Jacinda: I’ve only had Kith for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself. ----- Lin: Am I in trouble? Naveed: Take a guess. Lin: No? Naveed: Take another guess.

Yeah most of these are Lin. I'm on a Lin binge right now. A Linge. Which is exactly the kind of joke Lin might make, so maybe that's why I'm enjoying her. She's also the character who has fleshed herself out most and seems to have decided to be the main character.

I almost forgot to tag! Last time I had to tag like two thousand people, so i'm just gonna tag my close little writeblr circle: @lyra-brie and @chainsaw-raven.