#*solar system not galaxy oops

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

writing a fic featuring cody without using sun / light imagery challenge impossible

[moiracolleenodell]

I may be stupid.

[monsterfloofs]

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Albiorix (Alien) x Anonymous Reader (sfw)

(Squid bby, squid bby, squid bby!!)

You looked down from high above the starlite stadium, rows upon rows of seats filled with chattering beings from all corners of the galaxy. It was an amphitheater, massive in design, made to hold concerts with vast swimming crowds of beings.

It was your first time attending an event in something so gigantic, you surmised that there had to be a maintenance crew that lived here, when the amphitheater wasn’t in use. It could have easily been its own space station, charting courses to each new solar system, to sit spinning in the orbit with electric signs and screens that showcased collective talent from across the stars.

You bump into a tall android like being, that glanced over its shoulder at you.

“Sorry!” You squeaked before ducking away.

“Humans. . .” They muttered, and your heart sank, holding your tablet to your chest. You hadn’t synced your glasses to the data show that the others were participating in yet. Sticking to your tried and true methods of information until you found your seat. It must have been spectacular though, so many captive faces held in wonder, looking at a fixed point in the theater. It was eerie without the glasses on, folks just staring hypnotized into space.

You checked your tablet again, releasing a breath of relief as you sat down, and switched on your glasses. Suddenly the quiet space was bustling with dancing lights and commotion, a bright electronic pink heart pulsing above the theater, sending jagged zaps of electricity over the crowd.

No wonder everyone was staring, you watched the lightning shower into pixels that were swept into different images and sayings. Welcome in a stellar wide reach of languages.

Then a sound of strings purr to life as the light show fades, and a hush goes over the crowd. A soft glow illuminating the stage below, it was too far away to see the musician from this height, but screens blinked on to display the figure.

A multitude of string instruments help aloft with tendrils, as four arms played them, with elegant bows. Albiorix, nicknamed the symphony of one. You stared at the screen in fascination, how did they have the mind to do that many things at once? Being able to read all those different lines of music and notes. Yet their expression was as serene as the sunrise.

It was a captivating hour of song, ending with a spectacular and rigorous performance of a particularly complexe and fast melody. They bowed with all four arms behind their back as the crowd exploded into applause.

You took off your data-specs, letting yourself get bustled back to the shuttle by the waves of beings. Many were talking excitedly to each other. You put a hand in your pocket to fish out your pass back home, coming out empty handed. You felt your stomach plummet.

“Oh no. . .” You breathe, before turning like a fish trying to swim back upstream.

“Sorry! Excuse me! Oops— my bad!” You squeeze back through the crowd to check your seat. Patting down the chair and looking underneath it, in hopes of finding one stray card that had slipped through your fingers.

“Is there a lost and found near-by?” You asked a couple, who blinked multiple eyes before pointing.

“Thank you!”

You hurried down the stairs, tapping away at your tablet, in an attempt to send a notice up that there was a missing pass.

By the time you had talked to multiple beings, and searched high and low, most of the large crowd had cleared out.

“You can order a new pass,” A friendly face suggested,

“Won’t it take days to register a new one? Especially in the busy season?”

They looked sympathetic, “You can message your family, the station does serve food and has guest lodging.”

You try to smile, but it comes out frail and strained.

“. . . Thanks for your help anyway.”

You sigh, rubbing your cheek, so much for a short jaunt away from homeworld. At least it was going to be 10 days before the amphitheater was going to start its next leg of the journey. You try to cheer yourself up, putting your specs back over your eyes and looking around at all the signs that sprung up into your vision. Taking the path towards the room services to buy a room for the night while you waited for your new pass to come in.

“I didn’t know someone else was in this sector!” A cheery voice sounded at your back, causing you to turn around. Surprised as you saw Albiorix, four arms full of teetering musical equipment. Your eyes wide as you jumped to assist them.

“Oh! Thank you, thank you!” They bubbled, as the two of you fumbled around until you could stand back with some of their things held safetly in your arms.

“No one came to help you?”

“Oh-“ they made a sound like a cork being shot out of a pipe organ, waving a tendril dismissively.

“I told them to take the night off, I’ve lugged this stuff the galaxy over, and they besides deserve a break.”

You blinked, at the rather rude sound, an incredulous smile cracking across your face.

“Tosh,” They trumpeted cheerily, “Besides, I wouldn’t have run into such a kind soul if not! I was raised in a very different environment you know,” They rambled, “Not as social as these ecosystems, and I must say, I am a fan!”

You trailed beside them, a smile growing across your face with each step.

“I’m Albiorix, by the way,”

You laugh, “I think I know who you are,”

Another pop sound, “You know my music! Not me, I mean, true, that is a part of me! But did you know that I am quite the talker?” They blustered cheerfully. “Musicians can be very different then their tastes, when I was a young little shrimp, why there was this one very talented musician, with the personality of a—“

You never knew what they were, because it just so happened that the word must have not had a proper translation in your communicator. And you laughed out loud at the noise they made. While a language barrier existed, the tone came through loud and clear.

“They were really that bad?”

“Deplorable! From then on, I wanted to be a musician that could make friends wherever I go.”

You grin up at them, “Well. . . I think you accomplished that very well.”

[phoenixrenegade]

Origin Story: Daniel Tanner

(aka: the origin story for the ex-Cerberus Vanguard ME3MP/RP character I created ages ago as I stumbled into a group of lifelong friends entirely by accident.)

Porsgrunn is a shithole. Humanity found the solar system, found the Relay, found the stars. Found the fucking Turians, which went great. Humanity found the Citadel, and the galaxy.

And of all the colony worlds humanity chose to take for itself, the Tanner family chose some backwater shithole in the ass end of the Terminus Systems. Mom, Dad, and little David, off on their great adventure into the unknown so they could make their fortune. That went great too.

David was doted on as the eldest. The one with the most promise, they thought, showering him with the best schooling and tutors and books. Then came Daniel. He was more energetic where David was reserved, playful where David was serious. Everything their parents said compared the two against each other instead of encouraging them to get close, so they bickered, then argued, then fought. Petty words turned to shouting matches, turned to fistfights. Split knuckles and stitches, that defined their relationship.

Hannah was an accident. Oops, they knew they should have taken care of that right away after Daniel. Now in addition to a brilliant son and a pain in the ass, they had a baby to look after.

David wanted little to do with her at first and when their parents were busy working Daniel was the one who got stuck with her. That suited all of them just fine – the boys weren’t fighting, and that’s all they cared about. As she grew older, insatiably curious and wanting to explore, it took both boys to keep track of her. They struggled to keep up with her desire to learn, to know. David pulled out his old books, the videos, games, puzzles. Daniel took her on hikes, climbing trees, boulders, chasing each other through the hilly woods near town.

David graduated high school. He had a scholarship to the best universities, on Earth and elsewhere, and pissed off his parents by rejecting all of them in favor of joining the Alliance military as an engineer.

Daniel was left to take care of Hannah, so he gave her as much love as he could manage. Bandaged up her knees when she fell, answered questions he didn’t entirely understand himself, made sure she ate. Hid her when the batarians attacked, again and again, wanting to take away from the humans the world they didn’t even want for themselves.

Daniel listened to the people in the town square while Hannah climbed trees with the other kids. Heard them talk about protecting humanity, doing what was necessary, since the Alliance was too busy kissing Council-race asses to care about the backwater colony worlds. Hardworking colonists deserved protection too, they said, and someone had to step up. Would he be one of them?

He started teaching Hannah other things. How to patch up her own skinned knees, look up the answers to her questions, taught her how to cook. How to talk to their parents so they’d actually do something for her.

‘I don’t want you to go!’ she whispered one night, as he tucked her into bed. She was too old for it, really, but they both enjoyed the ritual of it.

‘Whatcha talking about, bug?’

‘You’re gonna leave, like David.’

He’d taught her too well, he supposed. ‘Yeah. There’s a group, soldiers. They protect people like us. Humanity. They always need strong kids like me to join them.’

‘Can I come with?’

He booped her nose. ‘You’re too little. When you’re older, like me, you can make your decision. Until then you need to stay here, stay safe. It’ll be okay.’

‘...okay.’

The day he graduated high school he skipped the ceremony. His parents weren’t there anyway, they’d already celebrated their star child’s graduation from the Alliance academy and were ‘too busy’ to attend. He didn’t care. His bags were already packed, and he headed to the spaceport after a tearful goodbye with his sister. He wrote her two letters before arriving at his destination.

The station sucked. Tests, tests, more tests. Blood samples, physical endurance activities, aptitude tests. Biotic abilities. Porsgrunn had a small amount of eezo in the atmosphere, and that was apparently enough. That was an exciting day, or so he was told, and he was moved to a different wing of the station; one with a huge, stylized phoenix emblazoned on the triple-bulkhead entrance door.

‘Welcome to your new life, kid,’ his escort said as he was brought to yet another medical office for yet another round of tests.

[tsams-au-confessions]

So there's a Canon Swap universe in Tsams, and it plays out just like the normal universe, if that's the case, what does their Ruin look like? Since it's Eclipse is their Moon, Lunar is their Sun, Sun is their Lunar, Moon is their Eclipse, and Galaxy is their Earth, what does their Ruin look like? A mix of Eclipse and Lunar, and do they have a Solar named Star or System (Solar, System, Solarsystem, hehe)

Could've sworn it was Space, not Galaxy, but I won't question it. Uh, I think Ruin is swapped with Solar, which means in that Ruins dimension, he accidentally killed his Lunar, and his Eclipse hates him. Uhh...if Ruins canon name was Ruin, then he probably changed it. The question is to what he changed it to. As for Solar...I don't know. But that means New Eclipse in the swap universe went insane, and he became a Nexus thing. But what would his name be? In my swap AU, it's Firewall. Oop- I made this longer than a sentence. Oh well!

[dracononite]

7, 19, and 22 for the ask game !!

sorry this is a long one

7. What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!)

oh I love this question. I'll focus just on my main headworld Sparrowmage for this one since character relationships are the main focus of the story.

Ryuuji and Haru. there's a secret third character in this relationship, Jun'ichi, belonging to my girlfriend - the three end up in a polyamorous relationship (all dating each other) and Ryuuji is such a big gentle giant for Haru and she kinda teases him for it LOL. there's a lot of intricacy to the story outside of just their dating, but like. bisexual queen pulling two literal spirit boyfriends is kinda iconic. I could talk about these three all day.

speaking of Haru, she's also besties with Juji, who's friends with Jun and Ryuuji as well. they're the type of friends to do spontaneous silly things, go clothes shopping, buy snacks, talk about dramas and music, have sleepovers and do each other's nails. they are SO cute.

Benjamin and Iosefa are the two that started it all. from the beginning, Benjamin was the "main" character and Iosefa his eventual love interest. The two have a very interesting and nuanced dynamic that I'm still working out... It takes until years after they both graduate for them to get together, because Benjamin has commitment issues and Iosefa has confidence issues. But finding each other again, they both saw how much the other had grown, and the puppy love stage they were in at Sparrowmage quickly grows into an actual relationship.

I love these two wives, Olivine and Jiya. they still need a LOT of fleshing out, but already the dynamic is lovely. Olivine is a trans femme lesbian wyverntaur, and a magical beasts professor. Jiya is a butch lesbian beastfolk who also works at the same academy as a dueling instructor/referee. Olivine is like three times Jiya's size which is the cherry on top. I NEED to draw them together (and finalize Olivine's design oops..)

honorable mention: Reuben and Lucian. these two rich boys fucking haaaate each other they HATE each other. they feud at school. it's so funny.

19. What are some things that inspired your stories? Real events? Maybe a dream?

I mainly pull from various media for worldbuilding inspiration! any narratives are inspired by my life or stories I like.. in order to nail those down I'd probably have to write an essay, so here are some media inspirations:

Sparrowmage: Harry Potter (decided I'd make a magic world of my own, as I have a lot of childhood nostalgia for the first few movies, but... yeah), Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (some of the areas like the academy being on the edge of a big cliff, giant crystal caves, etc). this is the story I've most projected my life events and relationships into

Dungeon RPG (unnamed story/world, but technically an AU for my main sonas?? I guess): Dungeon Meshi, Sword Art Online (yea. I know. look the setting and aesthetics of the first season go fucking hard and that's all I care about). I wanted a classic dungeon RPG setting to make cool areas and monsters and boss battles for. and a whole class/equipment/mount/etc system. sighs dreamily. It's not started in earnest but we're getting there.

Magica Terra: definitely Avatar. the alien planet one. I wanted to create a unique combination of sapient bipedal species (some anthros like insectoids, giants, elf- and troll-like humanoids), megafauna (giant bug creatures, draconic animals, dinosaur-like animals combined with the first two, etc) and magic (the magic system for the planet is quite literally fueled by the cosmic bodies in the same solar system and in the galaxy.. which is actually Arp's Loop. so basically what time of the orbit you're born ties you to the magic of whatever cosmic body is closest / in the most power. this includes the planet's multiple moons, the solar system's sun, recurring comets, etc)

Arp's Loop: it's a space bounty adventure with eldritch horror undertones. Lilo & Stitch, Space Dandy, Interstellar and probably some Star Wars thrown in, just with the alien design though

22. What are all the “kinds” of writing/art you do? (short stories, poetry, screenplays, digital, painting, clay, etc.)

Digital art for business mostly, traditional for fun ONLY. I scrapbook, doodle, very rarely paint.. I don't do any 3d art, I don't have the finesse really. occasionally I'll write poetry on my phone. short stories and blurbs featuring my OCs. I've written chapters for single-player TTRPG challenges but I'm not good at sticking to long projects so those have all been abandoned. I've written quite a few short fanfics in my day. a mini comic here and there.... I'm good at small projects cause I like the thrill of setting up and starting new things. that's probably why I have so many headworlds at this point :')

[abyssalpriest]

So... Yesterday doing that auto-vision work, or more so I guess vision work since it was communicating with Lev...

There's a specific place far outside this galaxy that's "claimed" by him and used by the body he leaves out there (Ahi). It's... I don't know how to measure how long it is. Genuinely, he stretches between stars, but I also call this place the "Garden of Stars" of the "Star Nursery" because it's... either because the stars here are young (i don't think so) and because this is the amniotic outskirts of space, or just the latter. I worry it's just the latter for personal reasons,i would love if these were tiny stars lmfao.

Anyway, he's bigger than stars which I can't measure, and this territory stretches far between them, I know that much. He has an entire network of gates set up up there to access various places in various solar systems... He has a hall of mirrors, effectively a complex set up for divination using the parts of space itself! Kinda like if, say, the Sky Library is an endless hall of mirrors, this is A Few Mirrors... But anyway. It acts on the stretching and movement of points in space itself to... do something that divination is sort of like the baby form of. Kinda like remote viewing, except if what was being viewed wasnt just spacetime but all the subtle forms of reality, strings tying things, etc. He also uses a tonne of stars as gateways themselves, using them to reach into various parts of reality without having to move...

Oh. Anyway. Getting distracted Autism Subject Dumping. My point is I know his territory stretches so far because of all the stuff that's inside it including entire networks of stars

Yeah well... So last night I got to see his territory empty in visions and had the fucking realisation I know what The Milk is. It's him. He is his own territory. He is the ocean the Star-Eater Fish swims in. It's his expulsions and also technically his body!

Which. explains why... when you go there, it's so hard to tell the difference between visions and reality. You see things there that look and feel exactly real and true but theyre entirely false. He's not a fish. You think you finally crack that egg and see the truth of the yolk inside and realise the yolk is also false. So is the egg. You're holding a bird you've just dug into. But that bird isn't real, that bird is actually a feast on the table. And that feast isn't real, you're knees deep in a corpse teeming with parasites. lmfao, starting to realise why when Hermes was giving me god names to take on as seals he gave me "Ahi", not one of Lev's names. oops. same hat

Anyway. He's the ocean he swims in, he's also the sky itself, and hes the milk..... this is......... probably his day sky connection spelled out more literally, he literally is the sky but hes also specifically the scattering vision-inducing substance in it - the day sky is the night sky filled with the Sun. Lev is a sun god. Lev's territory in the night sy is literally filled with him. its day

this is just one of like a million reasons hes the day sky but like. oh boy! thats certainly one of them isnt it

[varcic]

I present to you my sans oc

SANSLAR SYSTEM (as in solar system)

(I forgot his necklace in the small version oops)

I originally wanted them to be part of a outertale type au but im no longer sure

Here's some random things:

• He has cosmic tomato sauce

•He is relaxed, a little shy, usually joyful, loves the galaxy, and enjoys playing 0 gravity Frisbee (A sans that is not lazy??? yes)

•Helps ink with the outertale backgrounds (making planets you can't access but look pretty) they can be used to fight with really strong people to not harm the rest of the au

•When he is using magic/is annoyed, he can move the rings from his head to reveal his other eye, it is a black hole

• His robe and shorts are supposed to represent space dust

That's about it. Hope you like him

[msbarrows]

Have made a good start on the new save game. Took two tries, the first one I spawned in an already-discovered system where the person who found it had given the planets really stupid names, and I noped out of it within a few minutes.

Next try was an undiscovered system, so I quite happily kept going, even after the frozen planet I’d started on proved to have so few real plants that gathering carbon for one of the “let’s get off this place” quests proved to be very much a PITA. But I persevered and made it to a different planet in system -  desert planet - and things have rolled along much better since.

After running around gathering resources for a while I picked a pretty random spot (”Oooo, big stand of echinocactus there, and a small lake just down the hill, that’ll do”) for my base location. I’m mostly building just what I need to in order to progress through the base building quest lines - I’ll do a post about the base itself later, as I’m just taking a break from play before diving back into getting all the workstations and personnel for it. Have the overseer, scientist, and armourer set up and throwing quests at me already, and have gathered the stuff I need for the farmer, after which there’s just the mechanic to go.

Already well into the Artemis quest line also, just started the Atlas one, and this time I noticed I had a void egg after visiting the Nexus so I’m currently running around to gather the stuff for its first maturation. (I suspect I didn’t notice the egg last time, thought it was just random loot from somewhere, and sold it, oops.) Since the void egg quest line takes several days to run through, and you have to be in Euclid for the hatching, I figure I’ll aim to move galaxies after that’s done. Which means I’ll be in Euclid for about 5-6 days if I’m reading the wiki entry about the Starbirth quest correctly.

One nice thing I noticed when hitting up the Nexus - Quicksilver purchases are apparently tied to your login, not just a particular save, so everything I already bought from doing Nexus quests? Still available. That’s a nice feature and a big relief.

Speaking of Nexus quests, I lucked out and managed to snag Ancient Bones for today; clearing out 12 inventory slots for it was annoying, but the amount of units I raked in from selling off all the bones afterwards enabled me to go starship hunting. Nicely timed too, as I’d just hit the quest that takes you to a pirate system, and pirate systems are of course where solars are to be found. Spotted one I was strongly tempted by - near twin of my Polar Wind, except cream instead of white, no idea on the solar sail shape/colour - and then while checking other solar ships while waiting for an A or S of it to land, tripped over a pale turquoise and cream S class that was well under how much cash I had on hand, and had enough slots more than my starter ship that I could cram in the cadmium and emeril warp drives without having to do slot upgrades first (needed the emeril drive to reach the star system where the void egg quest wanted me to go). So I figure to use that ship for the next day or three, until I have the ability to portal to where I can get my favourite of my previous ships, and then trade it in for the model I prefer.

Have been throwing money at buying drop pod coordinates; have already expanded my suit’s inventory by about 30 spaces and have 20+ coordinates still to use up; there’s a small trading settlement just a couple of hills over from my base that very conveniently has a regularly refreshing stock of 177 of them. Not bothering with grinding storage space on my current starships, not when I don’t plan to be using either of them for more than a day or five. I do plan to hold onto my starter ship this time, at least for a while - it may eventually get traded off, if I ever hit the point of having 6 starships and see a 7th I badly want, or if it turns out to be the ship my save wants to default to loading after every time I salvage a wreck (because just no - not attached to it enough to put up with that level of annoyance).

[theaudacitytowrite]

nskjssdsnsjds HI I STOPPED DOING BOTANY AND STARTED W ZOOLOGY BC WE'RE DOING EVOLUTION AND THATS INFINITE TIMES BETTER THAT STRATEGIES FOR BETTER FOOD PRODUCTION AND READING JUST THE INTRODUCTORY PAGE GOT ME DOING SO MUCH RESEARCH ON THE BASIC CONSTRUCT OF THE UNIVERSE'S CONDUCT AND I READ A FEW ARTICLES ABOUT THE BIG BANG THEORY AND THE STRING THEORY AND THE SPONTANEOUS GENERATION THEORY & PANSPERMIA AND I HAD DRAMATIC VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING IN MY HEADPHONES AND AS I READ MORE ABOUT HOW THE GREEKS BELIEVED THAT LIVING ORGANISMS WERE TRANSFERRED AS "SPORES" TO PLANETS LIKE EARTH AND THEY GREW AND EVOLVED AND CHANGED BASED OFF THE CLIMATIC AND OTHER SURVIVAL CONDITIONS OF PRE EARTH AS IN BEFORE IT COOLED DOWN FROM ALL THE MOLTEN LAVA AND THIS OTHER THEORY ABOUT HOW THIS DUDE CALLED MILLER CONDUCTED AN EXPERIMENT WHERE HE CREATED A LAB SET UP WITH AN ENVIRONMENT SIMILAR TO THAT OF PRE EARTH AND AS IT PROGRESSED HE SAW AMINO ACIDS AND SUGAR AND NITROGEN BASES AND OXYGEN GET PRODUCED FROM THE PRE EARTH CONDITIONS AND ESPECIALLY HOW METEORITE RESEACH PROVES THAT THE SAME CONDITIONS ARE SEEN ELSE WHERE IN OTHER PLANETS FAR FAR AWAY FRO EARTH AND THAT LED TO ME THINKING ABOUT HTAT OTHER THEORY WHERE (idk if it exists but thats what it looks like to me) LITERALLY EVERYTHING WORKS ON THE EXACT SAME LINES AS THAT OF A CANCEROUS CELL SPREADING AND TAKING OVER EACH & EVERY CELL IN ITS VICINITY AND LIKE WHAT IF WE'RE ALL JUST CANCER ON A LARGER ORGANISM AND THAT OTHER THING ABOUT HOW THE FIRST CELLULAR LIFE FORMS EVOLVED JUST 2000 MILLION YEARS AGO LIKE WHAT IF WE ARE JSUT CANCER IN AN EXTREMELY LARGE 2 YEAR OLD BABY CREATURE OMG OMG OMG OMG GOMG GOMGGGGOGMGKMGOGMGFDMSSLKMD *malfunctions* ok this may or may not have gone a little bit out of hand. my apologies i just had to talk about all this with someone or i wouldnt get any sleep oops

Me reading this:

I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THESE THEORIES!!!

I don't know if you can call it theory, more like an observation but years ago when I was still in school we talked about the form of atoms and how they build all these completly different things yet always seem to have somekind of programmed structure that repeated itself as a byproduct of how atoms work togheter. And that you could "zoom out" and watch larger objects with these recurring patterns. And the more you zoom out you can see it in the order of the solar system and galaxies too. Like a grant design someone had thought of.

I couldnt find the video but this pic comes close to it

So yeah, who knows whats beyond the infinity of our universe.

[tommyinnit-fic-recs]

i would like the funkiest sci-fi you can find please

sure!

Here you go:

Humans are Space Velociraptors by FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain [Rated T, 102024 words, incomplete, last updated October 2021]

“It suddenly struck me that the tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.”

–Niel Armstrong _____________________________

If the history of planet Earth were to be etched onto the face of a clock, the entirety of human history- as they exist today from the beginning of time -all of it, would amount to less than a single second.

And that’s only considering the history of Earth. The Universe at large is millions upon billions upon quintillions of years older than that. Enough time for stars to die, for solar systems to decompose, rot away into nothing but solar dust and crumbling asteroids.

Tommy had never been a fan of outer space.

Kick Off by Badnews [Rated T, 17817 words, complete]

Tommy is fucking sick of this, he is hungry and thirsty and just got in several fistfights with the fucking wildest creatures of his imagination. Imagine those boring ‘would you rather questions’ except it’s between a mutant hawk, a seven foot malformed pig, and a shark zombie.

And he basically lost 2 out of 3 times.

—

SBI is Aliens living in space and conveniently, all knowledge about humans is what they are like after they are already dead and their tissues are decomposing so… they don’t have much of an idea of what to do with an alive one.

Oops, wrong human by PollyPocketChewer [Rated T, 72502 words, incomplete, last updated February 2022]

Wilbur is the exalted one's most trusted advisor. He has been for so long. So naturally when they're trying to establish peace between the galaxies and Earth, he's sent to pick up Earth's diplomat.

Problem is, he grabbed the wrong human.

[cellamare]

some Locked Tomb thoughts based on @ac-ld ‘s brilliant meta (Harrow the Ninth spoilers below):

**edited with slightly better math oops**

(“I was so caught up in the euphoria of connecting shit dots that I forgot how to read”)

from this post: if YOU were in john’s shoes a myriad ago, what would YOU resurrect first in a solar system you altogether obliterated?????

bc *i* would DEFINITELY start with the sun necessary to sustain all life  

Let’s assume that the nine Resurrection Beasts are the revenants of the nine planets that were extinguished and then revived by John Gaius. Let us also assume that John Gaius, who serves as the power source of Dominicus, is some type of solar revenant (and there is textual evidence that supports this theory - the stoma, which opens in the presence of the Resurrection Beasts, opens for John). Here are RB numbers, as presented to Harrow:

“How many revenants are there?”

You prepared for an astronomical number. The Body raised its eyebrows when the Emperor Undying said, “Three.

“There were nine. We called them by number. Over ten thousand years, we have managed to take out a grand total of five. Number Two fell soon after the Resurrection. Number Eight cost a man’s immortal soul, and—I still see that day in my dreams. Number Six died because one of my Hands—Cyrus—drew it into a ultramassive black hole, and Number Six had better be dead, because Cyrus won’t be coming back.”

So: Nine planets, nine Resurrection Beasts. Cool cool cool.

John claims that they’ve taken out five RBs. Specifically, he uses the pronoun “we”. Now, John never directly fights the RBs in the River - he’s always locked away in his room, with the excuse that his death would cause the death of Dominicus and, subsequently, the Nine Houses. Perhaps he’s speaking generally, sharing in his Lyctor’s victories. Perhaps.

Then he proceeds to describe the deaths of only four nope never mind I’m gay and cannot do math three RBs. What about the fifth?

When Harrow asks John about Alecto, he tells her:

“When I first met her, I just called her First, One. She was the first Resurrection. She was my Adam.”

Of course, the Lyctors feel a bit differently - Augustine calls her a “bloody monster in a human suit” and Mercy calls her a “horrible thing...bad in every single way”. And we know that, after his Lyctors pleaded with him, John killed Alecto (“’Eventually, you gave way. You killed her, for us.’”)

Alecto’s is the only death that John claims as his doing. His bodyguard, his cavalier...and one of the unnamed defeated RB? 

It’s also curious how John describes Alecto’s death to Harrow:

“My first Resurrection was not a normal human being, Harrow, and she struggled to pretend. And when the cost of Lyctorhood was paid, when the emotions were at their peak...we found out the price for our sin. The monstrous retribution. To be chased for our crime to the ends of the universe, to have our deed stain our very faces and follow after us like a foul smell. She died after that first terrible assault.”

There’s so much double-meaning in HtN and GtN, and I can’t help wondering if this is another. The first terrible assault - by Heralds and an RB, like the one that hit the Mithraeum? Or an assault committed by Alecto, an act that was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back and swayed John to give in to the request of his badly frightened Lyctors?

Also interesting - Mercy’s reason for why the Lyctors asked John to get rid of Alecto.

“We knew the Beasts were coming and we knew they were partly coming for her. She was going to get us all eaten alive.”

At the time, the assumption was that the RBs hunted every person who “committed the indelible sin” and achieved Lyctorhood. Why would the Lyctors believe that Alecto was specially targeted?? Did the Lyctors scatter throughout the galaxy to spread the RBs attention but found themselves trailed by Alecto, the “foul smell” that followed after them? Were the RBs drawn to the one planetary revenant bound in human form? I’m not sure, honestly. And then there’s the one unaccounted RB (5 gone + 3 left + 1????). I have....many questions and no answers.

[ninjapaste]

Alongside the story I have been concocting involving Twig and co. (which I have yet to name surprisingly) there is another story, which although I spend less time on now, am hoping to do so in the future as I get further into fleshing out my Fantasy story and completing most of the work on my practice comic.

This story is sci - fi rather than fantasy and the primary character of this one is probably my first original character that I labelled as OC (also the first OC I drew digitally). Twig comes second, but in the way that the original was completely different to what is seen today; she has gone through so many changes in design and personality to fit with the universe she is in (which also changes a lot).

In regards to my first OC, they have developed in design but not as much as Twig. I actually remember the two characters originally meant to be a duo upon their earliest conception but the strong contrast in themes left me to decide putting them into different universes/stories altogether. I also remember the original Twig (which was not called Twig back then) being created from my first OC.

Now on to this sci - fi story. This one is currently titled 'Alpha - Star Voyage'.

Alpha - Star voyage surrounds the event in which a powerful sun from one universe is transported to an alternate one by a multi - planetary organisation investigating the nature of different planes of reality and foretold windows within it. The unexpected arrival of this sun destroys the organisation's HQ and thousands of its labs due to the overwhelming power of the star. Not in its optimal environment/plane of reality, the sun began its six phases into explosion, which altogether took 300,000 Earth years. The sun then broke into trillions upon trillions of shards, eliminating all life within the galaxy in the process. These shards were then shot through the universe into many galaxies and had the potential to morph into complex organisms. Most of the shards ended up in the galaxy Gnon3. The main character, Xelicon (or Xel for short) was created from one of these shards.

This is Xel.

Xel, unlike Twig, has no innocence or special charm about them; their face has 'serious' written all over it. In fact, they had lost such innocence shorty after their conception. They were found and caged by crooks on a trade planet (a planet that acts as a hub for trading and travelling merchants), who took Xel's hair, teeth, appendages and even organs for large sums of cash. It wasn't until they cut off Xel's hands and feet when they left them (Xel) to die (I might have made this too dark, oops). This is why Xel bears artificial gloves and feet, as well as a pack biologically stuck to their back that takes the function of their lost organs, which were present to allow the body to adapt to the atmosphere/environment of different planets. All of these parts were either crafted or bought by a travelling merchant family, who let Xel wander free after their recovery. The first thing Xel did was take their revenge; they broke the crooks' arms, crapped for the first time and stole one of their spaceships (the one hoarded with all their profits). Xel, inspired by the family that had saved their life, set themself on a voyage to find other shard beings in hopes of finding or forming a family or friendship. Xel has a personal duty to help, protect and serve others who cannot protect themselves, but also seeks to quell their own loneliness in life.

Xel is generally not one to joke around and is utmost loyal to those they respect. They will tend to show negative emotions over positive ones; their joy often goes hidden within a blank, still figure. Xel cares a lot about their own power, figure and height, being quite weak, short and lanky (naturally and due to circumstance) bothers them when it becomes relevant.

In combat, Xel uses their gloves, feet and any extra artificial applications to enchance speed and attack power, mainly set in melee. However, the gloves can be used as projectiles and the feet as rocket shoes that are energized from Xel's own solar energy (thanks to them being a sun shard from anither universe and such). However, this means that using these solar attacks drain Xel's stamina, making them even weaker than normal, so they use it sparingly.

Some concept art of the hijacked ship.

As Xel gets well within their travels, they stop at a moon bar (imagine those little food courts , hotels and bars you see by the motorway but they are on moons instead). In this moon bar, Xel comes across their first ever travelling companion, or should I say, companions...

Enter, Reed (and Bark)

The unfortunate soul of the two in this pairing is Reed - taken tens of thousands of lightyears away from their home planet by a sun - shard parasite that knows only chaos, primal desires and its self - chosen name, Bark.

Reed is the prime example of a man who has lost almost everything and has nothing left to live for. He was once relishing on the highest sides of life back on his home planet: a prestigious position in the entertainment field, a 6 - digit salary and worldwide fame and respect for his authentic charm (Xel could've learned a thing or two) and confidence. Of course, this life came crumbling down when Reed was backstabbed, framed and humiliated by competiton and even part of the government. After being kicked down some more in a game of 'beat the dead horse' and disowned by everyone he loved, Reed had settled in a life of seclusion, watching the rest of the world forget his entire existence as fast as his balding hair fell off. Reed had come to realise the genuinely toxic and judgemental nature embedded in the system he blindly relished in (omg society) and with that, lost his charm, self - confidence, positivity, pride and hope.

Bark has no such deep and harrowing life history, technically a parasite looking for the right body to inhabit and conquer. Sure, a dude in his 30s who looked well in his 50s and sported socks with sandals would never seem the cut to most, but his vulnerability made him the perfect host. Reed's home planet did not know 'aliens' existed, so when Reed saw a blood - red toothy creature clawing towards him, he was frozen in shock. From there, Bark took an unconcious Reed's body and used it to cause great havoc across Reed's home planet before somehow hopping planet - to - moon - to - planet, seeking sustenance and chaos. It is only when Xel finds Bark terrorising a bar and slapping the goofy out of the mutt - headed specimen does Reed regain control and struggle to figure out where and what he is.

Bark tries to manipulate Reed, but simply cannot due to the nonexistent emotional bond between them (only physical). Xel and Reed get along ok, though.

There are some perks that came with being the host of a parasite; Reed's lost eye (from an early age) and severed arm (from some nutcase a month before the encounter with Bark) have been completely regenerated, but with some of Bark's DNA. The newfound powers that Bark has brought allows Reed to defend himslef and Xel, but usually only when Bark is willing to cooperate. When Bark takes the wheel, they do tend to stick with Xel, them being sun - siblings and all, but some cases just needs to be knocked out. Reed always follows Xel's lead on things, his more nervous, less confident self and little knowledge of outer space life being the cause of this. However, often when encouraged by Xel, Reed takes charge in things he specialises in and tries to act more like his former self, showing more and more glimpses of that gradually.

Heres some extra Xel sketches + a page of concepts/brainstorming when I was developing Bark/Reed.

[copias-thrall]

Mmmmmay I ask, papa ii with a woman who tends to be very flirty with him, and acts very dom like but as soon as he gets her in bed she’s all his, and she’s a whimpering mess for him?

Very good, nonny 😏 

*overstimulation; spanking; restraints*

Papa II would never show it publicly, but he’s a salivating mess for you. He sees the way you act: how you order men around to get what you want and how you swing your hips with the air of a woman who knows she’s hot shit. But he sees through you. He knows you’re just begging to be put in your place by a man who can handle you—and he knows he is that man. He can’t wait to get you into his playroom and secured into some tight restraints. He’ll show you it’s high time you give someone else what they want, and the only time those hips of yours will be swinging is from his ropes.

But you have to want it. He’s not going to chase you, and he’s not going to seduce you.

So when you turn your attentions on him, he’s already planning out how he’s going to take you apart.

You jump up on his desk as you deliver papers to him and slap down a picture of lingerie from a magazine.

“Oh, Papa—if only I had a set of these, I’d wear them for you,” you say as you wink and sashay away.

You saunter over to his table at the mess hall—bending over to show your décolletage to best advantage—and take up a piece of his premium-cut, rare steak to slowly bite down on it, letting the juice dribble down your chin.

“Yummy.” You wipe up the juice with your index finger and press it to his lips. “I do love some choice meat, don’t you?”

When you see him in a white, 3-piece suit, you meander by, plucking at the fabric.

“Very nice, Papa—but I think the black suits you better.” 

When you knock a pen off his desk, it’s him you expect to do the bend and snap.

“Oops. Would you get that for me, Papa?”

And Papa II will play your game … for now.

He’ll suck your insistent finger into his mouth in front of the Senior Clergy at his table. He’ll change and wear his black suit to the nightly sermon. He’ll squat down on his ancient knees, hiking up his slacks, to offer you the pen you displaced.

He’ll call your bluff, sending a Ghoul to your quarters with an expensive-looking garment box—the La Perla set you wanted nestled within in soft tissue paper.

He’ll even let you drive as you arrive at his door in your habit with only the red lingerie on underneath. 

As you pull the habit off and do a little spin. 

As you straddle him in his favorite chair. 

As you take his hands and run them up the stockings 

… the garters 

… the panties 

… the bustier.

“What do you think, Papa? I think they fit me quite well. You have quite the eye.”

“Sí, I am glad they fit, tesoro.”

But if you were waiting for him to ravish you then and there, well. That’s his game.

“Would you like to see them on your floor, Papa?”

He tsks.

“Such things of quality ought to be treated with more respect, Sister. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I do.”

“I treat the things I own with care and respect.”

He grasps your chin.

“Would you like to be owned, tesoro?

“Yes, Papa …” you breath.

“Mmm. That’s good to know.” He lets go of your chin. “If that’s all, Sister, I have a mountain of paperwork … as you can see.”

He gestures at a pile of papers on his desk.

“Of course, Papa.”

As you’re climbing off his lap, face burning, and collecting your habit he adds,

“Ah. If you could help me, tesoro? The file on top?”

You see that  it’s a manilla envelope with your name scrawled across it in his elegant calligraphy.

“Please take that and file it accordingly, Sister.”

You snatch it up greedily.

“Yes, Papa.”

When you get back to your quarters, you open the envelope with trembling anticipation—it’s exactly what you think it is: Papa II’s list of rules and a checklist for you to fill out. It’s so overwhelming that you have to put the packet down and take a turn about your quarters.

Once you’ve walked off the nervous energy, you sit down at your meager desk to fill out his forms.

The next morning a Ghoul knocks on your door to collect the packet, and by noon you have another garment box—this one is full of black lingerie and instructions for playtime.

You arrive at Papa II’s playroom—in your robe and black lingerie—promptly, so when he opens the door—in his vest with his shirtsleeves rolled up—you’re already there.

“Bene, bene. Do come in, Sister.”

Once you’re inside, he closes the door and gestures at your robe. 

“May I?”

You let him shrug you out of the garment, which he hangs on a hook. He takes a minute to admire your form—his gloved fingertips ghosting over the lace—before he’s barking out orders.

“Over to the bed, tesoro. Stand there.”

You hurry to obey, full of eager anticipation. He saunters after you, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Now. Do you know what’s going to happen next?”

“Correction.”

“Sí. And can you tell me why?”

“For disrespecting your position,” you say, trying to twist the smirk off your face.

“Hmm. You do not seem contrite, yet. We shall fix that.” He pats his lap. “Face down, tesoro.”

You drape yourself over his lap, placing your palms on the floor in front of you. Papa II pets the back of your head, then rubs his leather-clad hand over your rump before yanking down your panties.

“Since it is our first time, I will go easy on you. You’ll get 5 for each infraction. So that’s 20. I want you to be a good girl and stay still, or I will start at the beginning.”

His gloved palm comes down firm on your ass, and you gasp out at the thrill. He doesn’t pause between his alternating swats—doesn’t try to rub out the sting at all—and you’re soon finding it hard not to squirm against him, the delicious sting turning into a hot throb. You don’t even realize that your hand had come up until he slaps it.

“Ah ah ah, tesoro. What did we say? Now I must start over.”

You whimper. “But, Papa! I was so good!”

“Mia cara, I was very clear. Now, here we go.”

This time when his hand comes down, your gasp at the burn of his palm on your sore ass.

“Oh! Papa! Oh—please!” you whine against his deaf ears. You’re tensing and squirming so much that he actually stops and places a hand on your back. 

“Settle,” he commands.

You sniff and wipe away the tears leaking from your eyes, but then take a deep breath and try to relax. When he starts up again, however, you still can’t help but cry out.

“Oh! Ah! Papa.”

“Ah, you make such lovely sounds, tesoro. I can’t wait to hear how you’ll sing when we introduce the paddle.”

When he’s done, you’re a panting, snotty mess, but he cuddles you up into his arm, placing kisses on your face.

“There now,” he says, dabbing at your face with a monogrammed handkerchief. “You were Papa’s very good girl. You took your correction so well. I’m so proud of you.”

You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck. He lets you stay like that until you relax in his arms.

“Are you ready for the next part, tesoro?” he asks while rubbing your back.

You sigh contentedly.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Up on the bed, then.”

You extract yourself from his lap and crawl onto the bed. The padded restraints are already set up, and you let Papa II buckle them around your wrists. He leans into your space as if to kiss you, but then you feel the pop pop pop pop as he unlatches your garter straps; he slowly removes your panties the rest of the way before he secures your ankles, a thumb running lightly over each bone. 

“Good?” he asks you. You tug on each to test them, then nod.

Papa II hums in approval, then wanders over to his drawers, extracting a dual vibrator. 

You gulp.

He holds it up so you can see it before coating it in lube.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Papa.”

He turns the vibrator on, then inserts the one end into you, positioning the other against your clit. You cry out and jerk against your restraints.

“Oh Lucifer! Oh oh oh!”

The vibrations are intense and relentless, making your toes curl and your back bow. You twist and squirm, trying to get away from the throbbing pleasure that’s almost painful. A thumb and forefinger pinch a nipple through your bustier, and you scream out as the sensation goes right to your bubbling clit.

“Hmm,” says Papa II clinically. “Shall we bring out the clamps?”

You just let out a long whine as you twist and jolt. He pinches your other nipple harder, and then you’re cumming.

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” you scream in pleading or benediction, you don’t know.

There’s a sudden warmth between your legs, but you barely notice because of the vibrator. Is still. Going. Your hands are grasping at empty air and your heels are digging into the comforter as you howl at the oversensitivity.

“Ah. A squirter,” is all Papa II says in his removed manner.

Your pussy is throbbing and your clit is pulsing—you climax again with a sharp jolt. There’s a fuck on your lips, but all that makes it out is a ffff noise and some spittle.

“There we go. Just 3 more, cara.”

You turn your head and sob into your arm as you buck your hips in an effort to get away from the buzzing that’s now bone deep.

“Ah … Ah … AH!” you pant, your whole body feeling like one big clit. At this point you’re wailing, but Papa II places a hand on your thigh, and it grounds you. You turn your wet, pleading eyes at him, a whine emitting from your throat.

“My good girl. You can do it. Do it for your Papa.”

You close your eyes and loll about on the bed, the spasm of your clit and the clench of your walls slowly overtaking your conscious thought. You’re aware of your body jerking, but you feel utterly removed from it as the waves of pleasure quicken the blood in your veins for a duration that seems to go on forever.

And then everything stops.

You come down from the Universe, the galaxy, the solar system, and finally settle back on Earth. When you open your eyes, you’re out of the restraints, the vibrator is gone, and you’re leaning against Papa’s chest as he gently rubs your wrists.

“Mmm,” you grunt.

“Ah-ha. There’s my piccolo tesoro. How are we feeling?”

“Mmmmm.”

Papa II chuckles at you. Your head lolls over and you see that his soft cock is out of his slacks and drooling cum; you make a noise of displeasure, and Papa tsks.

“None of that, now. You have not earned my cock this time, mia cara. Perhaps next time, yes? But—you may clean it up, if you so wish.”

Eagerly, you roll toward his cock and take the soft thing in your mouth, rolling it around your tongue and lapping at the cum on his cockhead.

“Hmm,” he says as he pets your head. “Next time I think I’ll have you warm my cock. But now, I think a bubble bath is in order.”

[flashfuture]

Franklin was every open about his art in the beginning when he wanst good but as he gets better and it becomes something much more emotional and frankly he starts drawing a lot more, he is less likely to share it. It’s like; how do you explain life as a conceptual force and not in...numbers? (Being an artsy kid in a family of scientists sounds like tough sometimes) But also sometimes it’s just your run of the mill of “please it’s embarrassing if you look at my work, it’s not that good” (which is untrue but Yknow)

So Val breaks into his room, as you do (little siblings just be like that), and is undated with bunch of full on paintings of solar systems and planets and flora and flana and individuals. Some are plain beautiful, others are a little more comical. Some are flat out memes.

“Self Portrait on the beaches of (Enter Planet Name here); note for later, water is freezing this time of year.”

“Star Systems: number #7263, this one is super blue and pink!”

“Safe distance Star (exploding) watching: do not tell mom or dad, but the star kind of reminded me of uncle Johnny in that moment. That thought is not comforting.”

“(Planet Name here): Biggest Trees Ive ever seen!!!!”

“Self portrait of me trying and failing to bring rose bush back to life, Kyle made it look so easy, the wee fucker (to use his own words).”

“Recreation of Women Yelling At Cat meme ft. Uncle Ben and Uncle Johnny because who else would it be.”

“Shown: Me roller blading through space to annoy Galactus”

“Spiderman but pictured in the caves of (Enter Planet name here).”

“What if...I drew Galactus in...but he was...small: the result, note he didn’t have a reaction when I showed him.”

“Mom and Dad, anniversary, gross and in love or whatever.”

“Val drawn in one of her many phases of disgust for the peons around her.”

“Memories of far shores: Oa.”

“Mother box lines aesthetics for pratice and fun, currently lost in a galaxy somewhere, oops.”

“End of the universe?” Shows picture of a small form, Franklin, hovering in front of a white wall with black framing him.

One just titled Torchbearer of a man Val’s never met but he’s the same suit that Franklin is fond of wearing now passing a pair of hands a ring that looks like Franklings. “Thank you for listening” is the only thing written other than it being in the vent art :/ pile other pictures in that pile include pieces like “Dead World” for instance.

In the middle there is just a unfinished family portrait. She looks at some of them and decides not to take any but she does needle him later at dinner. (“Can you really bring a Plant back to life?” / “I mean I’ve been trying too, it’s not like I’ve seen a math equation that unlocks the secrets to life itself like some people.”) the adults are a little confused, but Val is like “so I was in your room...” / “why?!” / “I wanted to see if you were hiding a stash of candies in there. But I found all your art.” / “oh my goooooooood.”

Oh my your mind anon. This is exactly why I love GL and FF comics. Just the scenery

And Franklin being able to enjoy it in a way that’s special to him 🥺

Look look Val being like one of the smartest people in the world would make her the most insufferable little sibling in the world. As soon as she discovers the art she demands to know about the planets and galaxies Franklin is exploring.

But he doesn’t seem them as science experiments or places to to be dissected like his dad and sister. And unlike his Uncle Johnny he doesn’t want to know how their technology tics either. He just wants Life to be.

And that’s something Kyle helped him realize and be comfortable with and I

This is excellent and amazing and perfect. I got actual goosebumps thinking of little Franklin in front of the source wall

[goopyartiste]

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