#Cosmic Black Mama

[veritable-trash]

maybe it's never truly over

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader(nickname used but no descriptors!)

Summary: It's been a long time since you've seen each other. For you it hasn't been long enough but for Miguel things are a bit more complicated.

Word Count: 1K

Rating: E - for eventual smut, friends to enemies to friends to lovers i think??? this chapter is tame just seeing if people are interested in what i might decide to cook up <3 :)

A/N: alright alright alright like literally everyone i watched spiderverse and have now descended into the black hole of being obsessed with every character from that movie but this one right here????? yes yes i like him very much. anyways wrote this for fun think i might try another series and see what comes of it. this is not sticking to any canon(lol miguel would be PISSED but this is my multiverse bitch!) because there's such a depth to his character that i want to just play with in this story potentially.

anyways if you like this little intro and want to read more and see where these two little weirdos spin their way off to reblog, send me thirsty thoughts about this man, comment to your heart's content about how his body is shaped like a dorito and i want to eat HIM!

also @dameronscopilot wrote an absolute SPICED piece for Miguel so go read that now if anyone sees this!!!!!

enjoy :)))))))))

masterlist weeeeeeeee

~~~~~

There was something different about today. 

Air shimmering like it was about to crystallize and crack at any given moment. 

Like the world was gonna stop all of a sudden and dissolve into some weird cosmic puddle. 

But not for you. Never for you because even when things felt like they were about to snap, crackle, pop, your life tended to stay a bit boring. It had been a long, long time since you’d felt any kind of twinkle in your life, and you didn’t mind it. The last time things had fizzled like that you’d been left a bit shattered yourself. 

Even still, the niggle at the nape of your neck wouldn’t let up. even the sidewalk seemed to wobble under your feet as you traversed the packed streets of Nueva York. Your palms can’t help but start sweating, heart kicking up its pace as the people around you seem to crowd and crowd and crowd. 

Alley. You need to find an alley and fucking breath. 

You turn in fast on the tight corridor, the smell of garbage helping to clear the dizziness in your head but it still isn’t gone. The feelings still there. Why won’t it just fucking leave you-

“Lyla I got it. Just check the other dimensions and report back to me I haven’t seen any signs of them here.”

And now you know why this an entire day has been like walking through jelly.

Because the second Miguel O’Hara turns around and sees you, everything absolutely shatters.

It’s been years, maybe over a decade since he’s seen you, but you’ve seen plenty of him. The magazines, the news, online, every god damn street corner of this godforsaken city conveniently reminds you of this Dorito-shaped dip shit man. 

Nothing changes in his demeanor, to an unseasoned eye, but you remember Miguel from before. Gabe’s older brother Miguel, mama’s boy Miguel, your best friend Miguel, and his eyes can’t hide the things you know deep in his heart. 

You don’t even know what to say. There’s nothing left in your brain, just him, still staring, but now from new heights, with new scars, and it scares the shit out of you.

And pisses you the fuck off.

“So what? You go radio silent for over ten years and now you’re gonna stalk me in some alley like creep? Very on brand Miguel but I thought you would have fucking grown up by now.”

His shoulders tense and you can’t stop the way your lips curve as you sense you’ve gotten to him, even if only a little. But then he’s turning away, slowly walking down the alley towards the brick wall and you realize he’s not going to say anything to you. That he’s going to just leave again without a single fucking word.

“Miguel if you don’t turn the fuck around right now and say something to me I will beat the shit out of you I swear to god. I know your weak spots don’t make me fucking use it!”

(it’s just under his ribs, but only on the right side)

“Bichito, pleas-“

“Don’t you dare fucking call me that. Don’t you fucking dare. You lost the right to call me that when you disappeared on me. Fuck you Miguel, honestly I don’t even have anything left to say to you just fuck off.”

This time his face face does crumple just a little bit and you preen at his pain. Suck it into your lungs as the boy who trampled your heart finally gets a taste of how you bled. 

You turn back to the chaos of the street and throw yourself into the people, away from Miguel and all the bullshit, earth shattering happening behind you. It’s been a long time since you’ve needed Miguel O’Hara and it’ll be an even longer time before you come back around to his antics.

Probably never.

~~~~~

He fucked up. 

Miguel didn’t know how he’d dropped the ball this hard, but he’d fucked up big time and for once it didn’t involve some stupid fucking multiverse drama. 

It involved you. 

You, the girl from down the block who used to wrestle Gabriel and make flower crowns out of the flowers growing between the cracks in the concrete. 

You, the girl who stayed up till the sky started to turn pink again listening to him rant on and on about his shitty dad and his shitty life.

You, his Bichito, his little bug, his best friend, the center of what he thought was his tiny little universe so many years ago. 

But he’d left that behind. Thought that he could find something else, find something better, finally be happy in ways he’d never even dreamed of.

And look at where it had gotten him. 

He wasn’t ever supposed to run into you again. He was supposed to be vigilant, cautious, knew that running into you would derail him a thousand times over and he had bigger things to be focusing on. Multiverse-altering, dimension-destroying things to focus on.

Yet the universe had dropped you both in that alley and something deep in his chest rippled with feelings he couldn’t seem to find a word for. It was fucking terrifying and he wasn’t going to let it fester. 

He had things to do. Universes to fix. An ever growing mantle of responsibility hanging of his shoulders.

A constant reminder of his fuck ups and the reality that he wasn’t going to let himself slip up again. 

And yet as his claws carry him up and onto the rooftops of Nueva York, Miguel O’Hara has a terrifying suspicion that he may no longer be able to stay away. 

~~~~~

hehehehAHAHHAHA god i love this twisted little sad sack man who just wants to be all rough and tough. anyways haven't written in ages and this character has gotten me at least sorta interested in writing so i just wanted to throw this out there, get something moving, even if i go back into dormancy for another millenia.

well heart eyes for you guys and forehead kisses for anyone who reads i hope your day is a dream <33333333333

[gingerquakes]

I witnessed the explosions of color spray across the sky as the sun sets over the mountains. Blue, red, pink, orange with hints of purple turned black. 

I've seen the reach of the millkway and I've slept so close to the stars I could see the satellites racing across the night. Like I could just pluck them out with a single swoop. 

I've fallen asleep to the sound the waves kissing the shore. And awakened to watch the sun rise on the open sea. I've swam in the moonless waters as the bioluminescent jellies left their glow. I sparkled like a leftover piece of cosmic beauty. 

Ive watched the sands of time sweep across the dunes. I've stood in the middle of earths history and listened to the wind whip, and left my screams echo in the canyons, freedom. 

Ive taken a leap of faith into the blue, an 80 ft sinkhole swallowed me up. Suspended, I experienced true silence for 5 long secs, peace.

I've witnessed true kindness in the souls of humans. 

I know what unconditional love feels like. I've been taught real confidence and grace. I've been humbled and opened up my mind to the new and unexpected. I've become different people in this lifetime, and played many roles. 

I've given birth and felt true power. Ive been honored with hearing mama pass my baby's lips. I'm distinguished with the title Mom warred through time, trust and consistency. 

I've felt broken and beaten and defeated. Yet I rise, like the sun. I turn phases like the moon. 

I stand, in a tribe, I've come to find, and I hold strong in their faith. Everyday I come closer to finding the love and beauty in myself as I do nature.

I am blessed in this lifetime. My soul a longed wanderer through many walks of life.  

In my moments of weakness, I turn in to the pen and paper. A reminder set in stone, of how far I've traveled. How I lived, live and will continue living. A timeline of my pain, of my struggle, of my victory and my glory. 

Of my story. Outlined word by word, each letter etched with emotion and memory. The paper is my vulnerability, the pen my weapon of choice, the words my courage. I am a constant evolution, the reader my witness. 

I am blessed, so as above, so as is below. I am blessed. 

[synthized]

[ ​🇸​​🇾​​🇳​​🇹​​🇭​​🇮​​🇿​​🇪​​🇩​ : // 🇧​​🇪​​🇬​​🇮​​🇳​ ​🇸​​🇨​​🇪​​🇳​​🇪​ ] while   the   figure   dressed   in   black   invaded   the   mind   month   'pon   month,   leather   scent   mixing   with   the   scorch   of   gasoline   &   tire   rubber   'pon   asphalt,   you   never   saw   him   again.   &   as   lil'   maverick   began   to   slowly   stop   asking   what   happened   to   mama   'pon   that   open   road,   what   his   darling   eyes   saw   in   the   back   seat   of   pick-up   truck   as   cosmic   hands   dusted   in   death strangled   the   terror   out   of   your   wife   ??   you   too,   began   to   let   memories   stay   in   the   past.   not   only   regarding   anna,   who   perhaps   will   always   have   a   hold   'gainst   your   southern   soul,   tethered   by   the   gold   band   that   still   remains   around   ring-finger   ;   but   towards   the   stranger   too.   the   end   of   slumber   sometimes   still,   marred   by   the   nightmarish   screech   of   vehicles   colliding   down   rain-slick   roads,   the   flash   of   violet   bolt   that   sent   her   car   -   her   entire   soul   -   to   the   afterlife.   fated   words:   you   will   see   me   again,   leon   ;   he   knew   your   name,   for   crying   out   loud   !!   yet   risk   'pon   risk,   threat   against   threat,   every   day   since   falling   into   judas   &   band   of   survivors   -   some   celestial,   some   cannibalistic   &   yet   undeniable   salvation   as   the   world   crumbles   into   embers   &   ash   around   you   all   [   .   .   .   ]   who   long   were   you   meant   to   wait   ??   holding   out   for   hope   that   never   seemed   to   come   ??

&   judas,   oh   judas   ;   how   similar   you   both   are.   marked   by   faults   that   were   not   your   own,   where   love   should   have   thrived   yet   could   never   survive.   the   act   of   innocence   now   carrying   the   weight   of   suffering   &   sadness   that   perhaps   the   only   cure   lays   within   each   other.   you   blamed   him   for   this,   there   was   instant   regret   ;   you   took   him   into   your   arms,   his   shivering   frame   plagued   by   the   luminous   cosmos   that   could   have   never   been   believed   prior   to   a   few   months   ago.   where   your   belief   rested   in   tradition:   family   ranches,   love   at   first   sight,   marriage   &   children   'neath   the   vow   of   God.   nothing   that   reached   the   expanse   of   earth   except   for   the   supposed   final   resting   place   of   heaven.   yet   judas,   proves   a   deity   of   the   universe's   making.   not   his   fault,   was   never   his   fault   however   that   is   what   the   cosmos   asks   of   him,   rips   at   his   flesh,   tears   at   his   soul,   his   beautifully   wounded   essence   that   you   wish   to   pour   sunlight   in.   to   hold,   to   heal   --   just   like   he   could   do   with   you.   has   done   to   you.   that   gorgeous   night   wrapped   up   in   each   other   within   flaming   star   sheets,   celestial   hotel   room   where   privacy   &   passion   bloomed.   for   judas   is   a   delicate   flower   &   you   are   the   vase   begging   to   house   his   spirit   for   all   eternity. trust   told   you   it   was   meant   to   be,   roses   growing   in   the   grounds   of   his   cosmic   coffee   the   moment   your   lips   touched   'pon   judas,   open   panting   mouth   carving   melodies   of   true   promises   'gainst   the   glowing   flesh   of   his   skin   [   .   .   .   ]

[ ​​@scratchizm ​🇦​​🇸​​ 🇦​​🇳​​🇺​​🇧​​🇮​​🇸​: //​ ] i'm taking back what i should have never let slip away.

remembrance   of   how   you   got   here,   null   memory   ;   one   moment,   act   of   reprieve   as   you   sat   'pon   carpeted   floor,   sanctuary   surrounds   as   judas   -   so   careful,   so   pure   as   if   handling   fine   china   -   held   your   seven   year   old   son   in   his   grasp.   holy   laughter   churning   from   maverick   as   cosmic   myth   joked,   tickled, stories of rockstars with big egos & big hearts   [   .   .   .   ]   the   light   'pon   your   son's   face   unforgettable,   a   far   cry   from   the   tears   &   trauma   faced   in   that   hell   known   as   home   as   marital   mother   screamed   obscenities,   boy sobbing   as   she   led   you   into   locked   room   for   verbal,   emotional,   physical   lashings.   something   you   should   have   never   put   him   through,   fear   that   kept   you   stuck.  fear   that   keeps   you   going   now   no   comparison   to   what   you   both   faced   year-on-year.   judas   too.   yet   his   smile,   genuine   &   grand   around   the   glowing   halo   of   his   synthized   scars,   maverick's   beautiful   ballad   of   laughter   so   hard   his   belly   ached   [   .   .   .   ]   &   you,   leon,   branding   your   own   act   of   sunshine   'pon   stubbled   flesh   as   hands   mindlessly   played   with   teddies   hand-stitched   by   acheron   hands.   the   next   moment,   here.   listening   to   a   voice   in   this   sudden-stark   contrast   of   agonizing   cold   ;   voice(s)   gravelly-stern   yet   familiar. for   it   is   not   only   the   stranger   in   black   that   you   hear,   but   her.   oh   god,   it's   her,   her,   HER.

[ ​​🇱​​🇪​​🇴​​🇳​ : //​ ] p-please [ . . . ] anna, i'm sorry.

[   SHE   WANTS   YOU   BACK   ;   NEEDS   YOU   !!   ]   fuck you. no,   i   protected   my   boy   !!   where is he, i   --   oh   god. everything   inside   your   chest   burns,   metallic   twang   of   something   akin   to   blood   (   &   oh,   how   you   know   how   ichor   inside   your   mouth   tastes   --   )   swelling   'pon   the   tongue,   optics   hazy   as   they   try   to   pry   open.   frame   feels   weighted,   pushed   by   cinder   blocks   &   cement   as   he   towers   over   you   ;   palm   hands   'pon   the   foundation   laid   on,   sensation   of   rocked   craters   &   hard   dust   that   breathes   into   your   throat,   your   lungs.   freezing,   so   -   so   cold,   that   arctic   chill   that   wants   to   caress   over   your   mortal   shoulders   &   send   you   plunging   into   a   void   unknown.   this   place   that   you   have   found   yourself   in,   IT   IS   HIS,   you   just   don't   know   it   yet.   messed   mind   of   hypothermia   &   the   unbalance   of   moving   between   realms,   soul   unable   to   adjust   even   if   your   thoughts    'twixt   neurons   scream   in   anguish:   judas,   home,   mom,   pa,   maverick,   maverick,   maverick   --   cry   out,   leon.   let's   see   who   will   hear   you.

[ ​​🇱​​🇪​​🇴​​🇳​ : //​ ] mavie ?! mav -- RUN !!

yet   it   is   only   You   &   Him   'pon   these   lunar   sands   ;   he   will   be   the   only   one   to   hear   you.    you   will   be   the   only   one   that   will   listen.

[mal-urameshi]

Girl same but anywayyy a shuriri story about them being stuck inside wherever (idk you pick) bc of a stormmmm

Thanks for coming in clutch, Mey!

You guys know I’m here to spread the Mama Okoye and Daughter Riri doctrine. So yall still gonna be indoctrinated.

“Shuri, that storm’s looking pretty bad out there.” Riri paced and fidgeted as she observed the tempest that was waging war on the landscape down below. They were presently the only ones at the Wakandan Design Group as everyone else opted to go home earlier in the evening.

“Don’t worry, Riri, why are you so antsy all of a sudden?” Shuri threw Riri a glance before re-focusing on upgrading the programming of GRIOT’s interface.

“I’m just saying I got a bad feeling. I’m getting goosebumps.” 

“You know what you need?”

“To get back home? I should get back home. Mama’s probably worried about me.”

“No, to preoccupy your mind! Why don’t you give your suit some attention? Ever since you saw a bit of lightning you refused to move away from that window.” Shuri’s fingers danced across the holographic keyboard as she gestured to the abandoned parts at Riri’s workspace. 

Riri sighed through her nose. She could have always went back to her village, it wasn’t like she was being held captive. But she didn’t want to leave Shuri by herself. It’s not like the older girl would have minded, but she’d consider herself a shit friend just leaving Shuri by herself while she sassed the circuits out of her AI.

Riri walked over to her work area and picked up her previously abandoned blowtorch just when an ominous clap of thunder boomed across the atmosphere, and with it, the lights were snuffed.

Riri lost her grip on the torch with a loud clang as her panicked scream filled the lab.

“Riri, Riri! Calm down. The power will turn back on!” Shuri tried to placate as Riri hyperventilated against the darkness. 

Three beats of silence passed.

“Where the hell are the lights Suri! Where are you?!” Shuri heard Riri’s panicked steps run about the lab as she crashed into the tables and equipment.

“Riri, relax. Where are you? I’m coming to you.” Shuri navigated herself around the darkness.

“I-I’m over here!” Shuri held out her arms to feel around for the shorter girl, but didn’t feel her presence. That was, until her feet hit something.

“Ow!” Riri grumbled.

Shuri kneeled down and felt around Riri’s form, which had been curled up into a ball. Shuri planted herself next to Riri and wrapped an arm around her.

Another deafening clap of thunder assaulted their ears which had Riri shrieking again, “It’s okay Riri. I’m here. I’m here.”

Riri covered her face as her breathing continued to be labored. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s just thunder. It’s just thunder!

“Why isn’t the p-power back on Shuri!” Riri dug her blunt fingernails into Shuri’s arms to try to ground herself. 

Shuri shifted closer to Riri as she tried tapping on her kimoyo beads.

“Now, let there be light.” 

A flash of lightning illuminated the lab before it was consumed by darkness once more.

“Shuri, why the hell isn’t the power on! There aren’t supposed to be power outages!” Riri rocked herself to soothe her anxiety.

Shuri fiddled with her beads to try to get to the bottom of it before they lost their power as well, “Oh, Bast.”

Riri tampered with her own beads to see if they’d respond, but to no use, “Shit! Are we under attack or some shit?! Some sort of…I dunno cyberwarfare or something?”

“Riri, calm down. No, you know that nobody could hack our systems. I’m hypothesizing that this is most probably no ordinary storm. It is perhaps an interference of Cosmic Forces.”

“Like them, Avengers fights? Or X-Men or something?”

Shuri nodded, but remembered Riri couldn’t see her, “Precisely.”

Riri took a deep breath, “Okay.”

“I’d go try to find a flashlight, but I don’t think you’d like me to leave your side in this pitch blackness.” Riri’s hands tightening around her arms confirmed her answer.

“I don’t care if it’s just for ten seconds, you’re not leaving me here by myself.” Riri pressed herself impossibly closer to Shuri as the rain tried to force its way by violently pelting itself into the reinforced glass of the lab.

“Fun fact,” Riri started, to try to get her mind at ease, “We aren’t actually in pitch darkness right now. It’s just a reaaalllly dark grey. Called eigengrau.”

 “You’re scared enough to piss your pants but still want to one-up me?” Shuri scoffed teasingly.

“Hey, I’m just correcting you so that you don’t look stupid the next time you’re in ‘pitch darkness’. Be grateful I’m looking out for your ass.”

Another ear-drum-bursting roll of thunder had Riri landing on Shuri’s lap, hiding her face in her neck.

“That shut you up, didn’t it?” Shuri chuckled, waiting for Riri to snap back at her with her own arsenal of sass, but it never came. 

Shuri wrapped her arms around Riri’s now shaking body and gently rubbed her arms in an effort to comfort her.

“I didn’t know your fear of thunder was this bad.”

Riri shifted a bit in Shuri’s hold, “Well, coupled with my fear of the dark, you have a terrified lil kid on your hands.” She took a shuddering breath, ”Sorry for making you see me like this. It’s kind of embarrassing, not gonna lie.”

“I have no idea what you’re apologizing for. I have seen you in objectively more embarrassing situations than this.” Shuri found herself absentmindedly caressing one of Riri’s twists. 

Riri didn’t contest it, she knew it was true. She just felt…bad reacting like this.

“Sorry for screaming and making a scene earlier.”

“You were scared, Riri. You don’t have to apologize. I know you’re feeling uncomfortable and you don’t know what to do with yourself, but it’s perfectly normal. You’re acting like I’m some stranger who is going to judge you for very human reactions.” She pressed her cheek on Riri’s forehead.

Though the rain interrupted the silence, Riri still found that it was too quiet so she started talking, “I was scared of the dark as long as I could remember. I never really liked sleeping alone so I’d bunk with Mama more often than not. Especially when I was younger. But she didn’t mind, of course.”

“Of course Okoye doesn’t mind. She has you spoiled rotten.” 

“What can I say? The luxuries of being an only child.” She grinned.

“Anyway. There was this one time Mama was on a mission with Aunty Aneka, so Aunty Ayo was looking after me by herself. And a particularly bad storm was passing through. I couldn’t sleep. I was balling my eyes out and I was tryna call Mama on my beads but she wasn’t answering. Aunty Ayo tried her best to console me, but nothing was working. I just wanted Ma.”

Riri closed her eyes and took a refreshing breath, “I dunno when I’d fallen asleep that night. But when I woke up, I was in Mama’s arms. We were going home.”

“Aw, that’s really sweet, Riri.”

Riri grinned, “Yea, I remember I started crying and borderline shouting at her though, for not answering her beads when I called. She calmed me down and apologized, saying she was in the middle of Recon. But she made it up to me anyway. She took me out.”

“See? Spoiled. Had I shouted at my mother I would have been lectured about respect. Not taken out for food and snacks. Let’s switch mothers.”

“Ha! And have Queen Mother give me that death stare she gives you everytime I’m up to some bullshit? No way. I was victim to her pinches twice. I dunno how you do it.” She rubbed her arm where she felt the phantom pain.

“I developed a thick skin for it.”

“Lies! Last time she pinched you I saw tears come out of your eyes.”

“You were clearly seeing things! My allergies were acting up.”

“What allergies? See? You always on some bullshit. Just admit you were crying.”

“I don’t cry. My eyes just water involuntarily. It is a medical issue I have to look into.”

“Oh, sure, Miss Head of Research.”

Just then a hum of energy filled the room as the lights came on again.

“All Systems are back online, Shuri.” Griot announced as he booted up again.

“So I guess the Avengers won or something?”

“Pray to Bast they did.” Shuri sighed in relief.

Riri knew that she should get up, but she didn’t feel like it.

“I kind of don’t want to get up either.” Shuri replied.

“Yooo, you can read minds now?” Riri pulled back to look at her.

“No….you just said that you didn’t feel like getting up so I agreed. Even though my legs are numb, I liked you holding me like I’m your lifeline.” She chuckled..

“Are you saying I’m fat?” She went to get up but Shuri pulled her back down.

“I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.” She pressed a kiss to Riri’s cheek.

“Thought so.” Riri smirked as she leaned into Shuri again and activated her beads to see if there was any news about Avengers level threats.

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

I ain't feel too good about this one, but I have to write to oil my gears. Apologies, everyone!!

[eastsideofthemoon]

(I'm reposting this since I made several changes to the original post.)

If Star Trek Discovery were to be resurrected and given its much-deserved 6th and 7th seasons, here’s what I would like to see. Mind you, everything from season 5 and the Coda is staying.

Episode Ideas:

1. Horror. I want a horror episode. Context is for Kings incorporated some horror elements, which is one of the reasons it's one of my favorite episodes. But we haven't had horror since and I want it back. I'm thinking either a psychological horror or a cosmic horror.

2. An ER-style episode. I really want an episode centered around sickbay so that we can center Dr. Culber and Dr. Pollard.

3. An ode to Blaxploitation films. This will require a Black director (I'm thinking Cheo Hodari Coker. On the original post, someone mentioned having Olatunde direct it. He can. I just know Cheo was the showrunner for Luke Cage, which had Blaxploitation elements, so I figured he would do a really good job on incorporating it) and Brandon Schultz (one of Disco's writers) to take the lead. I've had this idea for a while. I want it to be a "What if DSC came out in the 70s". So 70s hairstyles, make-up, costumes, music, even redesigning the bridge to have a 70s look. Even adjust the theme music to a Funk or Cosmic Jazz version of itself. All the Black characters rocking afros. Imagine Capt Burnham in the captain's seat with an afro or Cleveland Booker on his John Shaft vibe. 

Stamets and Rayner rocking pork chops. Detmer in go-go boots. The story would still tie into the overall season plot, but more loosely. This is purely for fun. After all, the show is nicknamed DISCO.

5. Owo/Detmer episode where they are the A plot line. Maybe we can find out what happened on the Mirror-verse Enterprise they took back to HQ, and tie it into the S6 plot.

6. The Return of Mama Burnham. I love her relationship with Michael. I'd like to see their relationship deepen. I'm thinking maybe an episode where Michael calls on her mom for a science issue. Dr. Burnham is a scientist and inventor, so this would give her a chance to step away from the Qowat Milat and just be Dr. Gabrielle Burnham.  A mother/daughter science mission. Also, I'd like to establish where specifically they're from on earth. I've been assuming the United States, but it would be nice to establish which city/state.

7. A Book and Rayner episode. We're going to address the portion of the fandom that runs behind Rayner to undermine/villianize our Black leads, Michael and/or Book. So, in this episode, Book and Rayner end up on a mission/assignment where they have to work together, thus developing a mutual respect for each other. (They don't have to be friends, just a mutual respect, more so on Rayner's side). Book was raised by hunters, and Book stated Rayner fights like a hunter, so it's a Hunter’s Escapade! Saru will be overseeing the mission.

Character Arcs

Captain Burnham. Basically, just have her keep being the phenomenal Captain she is. I would like to see her promote someone, a solo promotion. We’ve seen the crew get promotions as a group, but I would like to see an individual get a promotion from her. Also, I want to see Captain Burnham encounter the Klingons. I understand why DSC has pretty much avoided the Klingons since going to the 32nd century, but it would make a great full-circle moment for Michael. And to raise the emotional stakes, have Mama Burnham aboard.

Tilly. Since she's at Starfleet Academy, the best we could hope for is cameos. Same with Jett Reno.

Adira. I'd like to see them stepping up more with taking the lead on assignments. I like their growth over S4/S5, and I'd like to see them become more confident and more assertive.

Culber. His spiritual awakening was my favorite character arc of season 5, and I'd love to see more of his and Dr. Pollard's hologram therapy idea.

Stamets. I felt like his arc got lost in S5. His trying to redefine his legacy really intrigued me, and I wish we got more of it. So, for S6, I'd really like to see this be fleshed out much more. We need to learn more about the pathway drive. The show started with the spore drive being groundbreaking and central to the USS Discovery. This needs to be a bigger plot point or something.

Saru. Doug Jones said in an interview that he would have returned for all 10 episodes of S6 had it happened. Therefore, I'd like to see more of Ambassador Saru and how his and T’rina’s marriage affects Ni'var politics.

Book. Since we know Michael and Book are together forever, I want to see Book return to couriering, and like Kasidy Yates, I want to see him become a freighter captain, which means the return of the Tallawah (Book’s ship)! Then, I want to see him helping with reinstating the Endangered Species Act as something like a contractor for Starfleet. This way, he still has his freedom and full autonomy and is still doing his conservationist work, but with the backing of the Federation now.

Rayner. If they're giving him Burnham's arc, on a fast track (of which I have opinions but that’s not for here), then by the end of S6 give him the choice of regaining his captaincy or joining Starfleet Academy. That opens the XO position again, and I really want to see Rhys become the official new XO for S7.

[mewpirate]

A few general starson headcanons !

I am SOOOO NOT NORMAL ABOUT him

- he really likes mac and cheese , it's one of the foods he only wants to eat .

- other foods that he really likes to eat is pudding, strawberry cheesecake , and bell peppers

- he's a picky eater , probably because of poor dieting from Milo because Milo was also a picky eater.

-blasian , specifically Jamaican and Chinese

- 6 years old

- he really picks things up from Milo, that includes swearing and picky eating , along with being a little abrasive .

- he does have a few nicknames given by the crew , like Chick pea , little cancan (a reference to the yellow canary bird) , Goldie , Sunny boy , swine (NAME GIVEN BY HORACE IM SORRY LMAOOOO) , Stella ( y'know how some parents misname you like that when they're busy? That's what Milo does) and Starsy

- unfortunately he finds Milo has a older - brother / father figure since he never had a father .

- he does view Sariah as a "substitute mommy" but nothing can top his real one

- speaking of parents , His mummy is a star goddess (I've posted about her before) . Starson talks about her A LOT but most of the crew thinks hes lying or showing off , right until in an unaired episode where the Jolly hounds went to space and explored the galaxy ( this was inspired by that one deleted concept of Snow White and the prince dancing on a cloud with stars)

- he crash landed onto earth as a baby . The crew took him in .

- I'll explain this as best as I can, his appearance is like a half-moon half sun . Idk just think of Sundrop .

- I took a little bit of inspo after hearing @candle-cove-character-requests 's headcanon that starson is similar to a starfish. I like the idea that starson literally HATES sea stars/starfish , he finds it uncanny valley . (Kinda like that one video where a cat gets scared of a badly made plush of said cat) He does calm down about their appearance in later seasons , but he still feels like really uncomfortable when they are mentioned . He views them as a distorted , ruined version of the night stars. He hates how they feel hates how they crawl (tbh he's right though they are genuinely scary when walking in full 2x speed and a buuuuunch of sensory issues . Milo calls him Starfish / little seastar to annoy him .

- since he is the only black crew member and the other crew members either don't know how to handle his hair type or they don't care in general his hair gets a little matted and tangled unfortunately 💔💔💔 he keeps it under his bandana

- he's a little sleepyhead from time to time during the day , he usually stares out into the windows at night , thinking of his home world.

- he and Kimothy are a silly goofy duoooo I cannot quit thinking about them this duo needs to be normalized they are toy-box coded especially the songs best friend and ET and that one " i am both beef bastard everyone knows I am the ultimate master !" Song by Neil cigara or whatever I can't spell

- after he was killed by Milo he woke up back into his homeworld with his mama 💔💔💔 but in a lil ghost form since star people come back into the sky after they died on earth (IF they are on earth) .

- poor boy barely knows about his culture because he's been stranded on earth for God knows who and has been taken in by a bunch of white/nonblack pirates 💔

- he has a pilled brown stuffed rabbit that Roger sewed him , he named it cosmic ⭐

[mlwritingprompts]

Submitted Prompt: A wish for Solitude

This is the accessible version of this prompt.

The special-text version can be found here.

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Hi Rjalker, I'm kinda back! So after who knows how long since I wrote my prompt about Serrah, and the show's ending of the fifth season being a dumpster fire like always (actually, even worse than usual, I seriously miss the finales like the ones of the first and second seasons), I decided to write this because... something. I myself aren't sure, but I guess I will just write something different than cosmic entities trying to fix the universe (or doom it because their existence requires the universe's own oblivion) because I'm not planning to rewrite the entire plot of this idiotic show.

I will be honest and say that this is a completely new territory for me, so if you spot mistakes and see something that needs to be changed, please do so.

So, have fun?

Occurs after Strikeback (season 4 finale).

My try at an Akumanette prompt.

Pronouns: lon/lones/lones/loneself (same as she/her/hers/herself)

TW: mention of sexual harassment, and a character experiencing touch revulsion

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It was so hard.

It was so hard for her.

Marinette thought as time kept moving too fast, yet it felt like everything was crawling to a halt.

Everything was becoming too hard, too difficult, too unbearable.

It was so painful, dealing with it. Being Marinette. Being Ladybug. Being the Guardian.

"Marinette, how did you forget to go to our planned party?"

Because Ladybug's job is too important than Marinette.

"Marinette, is there something bothering you? I heard you've been skipping classes."

Forgive me mama, papa, I can't schedule for when an Akuma strikes. That's the sacrifice I must make.

"Marinette, cheer up! We will defeat Hawkmoth in the end!"

Yes, Tikki, in the end. And what about my life?

"Marinette, I know that Chloe is a bit too much but..."

I know, Ms. Bustier, I must forgive her, for I am Marinette and I am nice, forgiving, no matter how many times I and others get hurt by her.

"Meowch Bugaboo! You know that you always have me!"

Leave me alone. Don't call me by that. Don't come closer to me. Don't flirt with me. Don't touch me. Don't try to kiss me. Leave. Me. Alone!

"You still are in denial about Adrien, Marinette?"

I didn't want this, Alya. Your question isn't funny. I don't love this. I don't want these feelings. I hate them. I despise them. They were why I lost the other kwamies. Love only hurt me.

"You must be responsible, Marinette!"

It's difficult to be responsible. It hurts to be responsible. I don't like this. It's so painful. So suffocating. So tiring. So dark. So cruel. I don't want more even if I have to take more. I want to be alone. I want to be left alone. Alone. Only alone. No one to nag on me about something. No one to have me deal with their problems. No one to guilt trip me and shame me for not doing what they want.

I want to be alone, with only myself being the only company I need.

"Hello, Solitude. I am Hawkmoth. I will give you the power to be alone, free from responsibility, at the price of giving me the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses."

It was so wrong to accept. She knew it. It would be admitting defeat, admitting that evil had won in a way. But why bother? She was so tired. So exhausted of fighting, fighting when everything she tried to do backfired on her.

What's the worst to happen if the accepted? Surely, Alya and that harasser Chat Noir can deal with it. They seemed to never run into real problems or face truly permanant consequences.

Oh how jealous she was.

"Yes, Hawkmoth."

And Marinette ceased to be. ---- When lon opened lones eyes, Solitude felt it, the desire burning from lones being.

"I want to be alone. I don't want anyone else with me."

That was it. Simple, yet clear. To be alone on lones own. Lon only wanted to be alone with loneself. No one to bother lones with anything.

No responsibility, no demands, nothing but simple, and sweet solitude.

Yet it just wasn't so easy.

"What is this?" lones expression looked repulsed.

Something was wrong, something was feeling off.

Solitude's body felt something uncomfortable, disgusting, hateful.

Something that just felt like something was touching lones body. Something that just refused to leave lones alone.

What is this? Lones body feels heavy. Breathing and moving feels difficult.

Nothing was touching Solitude, yet the feeling only grew stronger, the repulsion and hate for this thing that was seemingly crawling all over lones, seemingly invading lones blood and skin only continued.

Solitude hated this. It felt so wrong, so awful, so utterly-

"Marinette!"

A voice screamed as lon saw... a girl closing towards lones. Rose? That was her name, right?

Immediately, lon jumped away, as if burned by her presence, almost screaming and attacking her and the others that came alongside her.

How dare they come so close? How dare they call lones Marinette? How dare they try to touch lones?

"Leave me alone!"

Solitude ignored their pleas to come, to wait for Ladybug to help her, to fix her, to heal her.

There's nothing to heal or fix. Nothing wrong with Solitude. Solitude isn't Marinette. There's no need for Ladybug to heal lones.

The awful feeling seemed to diminish, it wasn't as bad as before. So this sensation of pure disgust relates to lones presence with others? Or when others enter lones comfort zone without permission?

Solitude felt that this was the correct answer.

Then, Solitude might go to a place far away. ---- Lon was on the top of the Eiffel tower for nearly half an hour now.

It was a calm area, and there was no one around lones from what Solitude can feel.

Yet...

The sensation of something surrounding lones body still persisted.

Solitude couldn't comprehend it. Nor did lon like it one bit.

What's going on? Why doesn't this feeling leave lones alone?

Lon could feel it, something was seemingly demanding for lones to do something. Something that Solitude doesn't want to do, and it is getting almost physically painful to deal with.

What is this? Why is this happening? Solitude wanted to be alone. Is that really so much? What is causing this? Who? Why?

Lon would like it if they stop continuously touching and crawling all over lones bod-

"Hello, mademoiselle!"

A voice that feels extremely, horribly familiar resounds, and Solitude feels all sensations go overdrive.

Chat Noir was so close-

So close, too close, that repulsive smirk, that leering look, that uncaring posture, too dirty, too repulsive, too hateful.

Lon hates it. Hates him. Hates that person. He will touch me, he will ignore my boundaries, he will torment me, will not leave me alone.

For just a moment, Marinette's memories resurfaced, and nothing but pure rage and hatred consumed lon vision.

A blast of pure, unbridled energy of repulsion and exclusion consumed the part of the Eiffel tower they were in, practically erasing it from existence, and that hero harasser being thrown away, far away so he couldn't violate lones boundaries anymore.

Solitude's body shook from the sheer disgust lon felt, lones mind already making possible connections to why lon felt so much worse with that guy around.

"Is it because Marinette suffered the most due to him?" Solitude thought in rage.

Is that why? It made sense, right?

But before lon could fully calm down, the sensation returned once more.

Why? Why? Why don't they leave lones alone!?

"Good job, Solitude! You've lured Chat Noir! Now go and take away his miraculous and Ladybug's!"

Lones heart raced with pure rage as Solitude felt the connection linking lones with Hawkmoth.

It's this guy...

Lones eyes seemed to look somewhere, what Solitude felt to be Hawkmoth's direction.

This guy was who was crawling over lones body using that link...

Hate and energy, already twisted due to the corrupted magic, twisted even further as it followed Solitude's desires.

If only he didn't exist... if only he and Chat Noir didn't exist...

Then Solitude would be already happy, alone with nothing bothering lones...

Solitude must destroy them first... And make sure not even a shadow of them remains...

---

End?

Or at least until I might write a sequel.

Hope you liked it.

[misterah13]

All SpongeBob characters

SpongeBob SquarePants

Gary The Snail

Shelley The Scallop

Patrick Star

Squidward Tentacles

Sandy Cheeks

Mr Eugene H Krabs

Sheldon J Plankton

Karen Plankton

Mrs Penelope Puff

Pearl Krabs

Larry The Lobster

The Flying Dutchman

King Neptune

Queen Amphitrite

Triton

Princess Mindy

Jody

King Neptune’s Mother

Mermaid Man

Barnacle Boy

Pyrite Ponderer

Miss Appear

The Elastic Waistband

Captain Magma

The Quickster

Madame Kassandra

Madame Hagfish

Squilvia

Squidette

Squidina Star

Bunny Star

Cecil Star

Herb Star

Margie Star

Grand Pat

Uncle GrandPat

Inga Star

Ed Star

Sam Star

Silly Star

Confused Star

Hungry Star

Janet Star

Marty Star

Patrick Nonstar

Ice Cream King

P-1000

Elephant Snail

Moose Snail

Squilliam Fancyson

Ma Cheeks

Pa Cheeks

Granny Cheeks

Randy Cheeks

Rowdy Cheeks

Rosie Cheeks

Sparky

Sue Nahmee

Cuda

Kyle

Phoebe

Rattlesnakes

Man Ray

Dirty Bubble

Harold SquarePants

Margaret SquarePants

Grandma SquarePants

Grandpa SquarePants

Todd SquarePants

SpongeBox

SpongeBox’s Holographic Doorman

Burger Beard

Prawn

Craig Mammalton

Rosy Cheeks

Macadamia

Pistachio

Hazelnut

Kenny The Cat

Regigilled The Octopus

Wise Kraken

Krakens

Goth Whale

Doctor Marmalade

Professor Percy

Lord Reginald

Atomic Flounder

Jumbo Shrimp

Sinister Slug

The Octopus King

The Moth

Breakfast Monster

Kelp Thing

DoodleBob

Clam Head Candy Cad

Jeff Tentacles

Kevin C Cucumber

Gordon Plankton

Cletus Plankton

Mama Plankton

Plankton 2.0

Betsy Krabs

Redbeard Krabs

Mr Doodles The Worm

Krabs Senior

Mrs Tentacles

Granny Tentacles

Jeff Tentacles

Plankton’s Ancestors, Cousins and Family

Granny Plankton

Spot The Amoeba

Chip Plankton

Lighthouse Louie

Otto

King Poseidon

Sage

Tony The Sea Turtle

Sea Turtles

Anchor Man

Buford

Cletus

Luther

Wonder Whale

Robot Mantis

King Jellyfish

Queen Jellyfish

Jellyfish

Blue Crested Blaster Jellyfish

Speckled Squirter Jellyfish

Two Fisted Jumper Jellyfish

Gold Throated Singer Jellyfish

No Name/Friend The Blue Jellyfish

Ol Bessy The Jellyfish

Dopey Dick The White Jellyfish

Firejellies

Jellybee

Bat Jellyfish

Moon Jellyfish

Jelliens

Jellien Leader

Seahorses

Sea Urchins

Clamu

Jennifer The Sea Anemone

Comb Jelly

Stingray

Stan The Manta Ray

Gulper Eel

Wormy

Professor Percy

Dr Marmalade

Lord Reginald

Fuzzy Acorns

Mystery The Seahorse

Sea Whelks

Sea Snails

Miss Marigold The Sea Snail

Penny Pinchers

Alaskan Bull Worm

The Sneaky Hermit

Hermit Crabs

Yeti Crabs

Federico The Waiter

Shrimp

Brine Shrimp/Sea Monkeys

Johnny Krill

Krill

Snellie

Sea Slug

Leech

Eel

Stanley S SquarePants

Captain Blue SquarePants

BlackJack SquarePants

Bubbles The Talking Dolphin

Janitor Bots

Ancient Warrior

Manatees/Sea Cows

Earless Seals

Bubble Buddy

Squidabeth

Clams

Scallops

Black Scallops

Karen Plankton 2.0

E.M.I.LP.

Fredrick

Abominable Snow Mollusk

Mermaid Teenager 1

Mermaid Teenager 2

Mermaid Teenager 3

Mermaid Teenager 4

Mermaid Teenager 5

Mermaid Teenager Incidentals

Mermaid 1 (The Cosmic Shake)

Mermaid 2 (The Cosmic Shake)

Mermaid 3 (The Cosmic Shake)

Sir Urchin

Snail Fail

Tooth Fairy (Character)

Narlene Narwhal

Nobbert Nobby Narwhal

WillyBob The Narwhal

Ma Narwhal

Pa Narwhal

Mr Eugene Krabs’s Three Nephews

Noseferatu

Kidferatu

Captain Of The Sea Ship Atlantis

Lord Royal Highness

Atlantean Royal Guards

Nando

Worm Hogs

Rolly The Dinosaur

Dinosaurs

Sea Dinosaurs

Sea Tigers

Sea Elephants

Sea Cows

Lucky The Sea Cow

Bessie

Sea Giraffes

Sea Bunnies

Sea Bears

Sea Spiders

Sea Chimps

Sea Monkeys

Sea Rhinoceroses

Sea Baboons

Sea Hippos

Sea Snakes

Sea Mules

Sewer Snake

Sea Monsters

Sea Monster

Fifi The Worm

Robot (Character)

Worms

Spotted Glistening Meadow Worms

Mrs Wormsley

Wormsley Children

Earworm

Peanut Worms

Nematodes

Rex The Worm

JK

Atlantean Citizens

The Greek Chorus

French Narrator

Goofy Goober

Mayhem Machine

Mr Sun

Patchy The Pirate

Potty The Parrot

Stephen Hillenburg

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in The Ultra Opposites Episode #1: “The Cosmic Blast” (for @avaveevo and @crazychanuwu77)

On a lovely sunset day, on the Solar Opposites ship, Terry Wearspreada started to goobler as he began to feel nervous as he fixes his bow on his tuxedo. Aisha appears and look concern over Terry.

AISHA: Hey now Terry. Relax, you’re just feeling anxious. I’m sure it was all worth it. You’ve been waiting for this moment for the right time. Don’t goobler yourself out. There is no way you’re getting cold feet on your wedding day!

Terry: takes a deep breath Okay, let’s do this.

Three minutes later, Korvo Solar, in a wedding dress, walks down the aisle where Terry is waiting for him. Terry’s replicant/daughter Jesse starts throwing flower petals to the floor while Korvo’s replicant/son Yumyulack and the family’s Pupa follows Korvo down the aisle. The three kids sat down as Korvo and Terry starts to hold hands as AISHA gets out her bible and starts the wedding.

AISHA: Do you Korvo Solar, take Terry as your beloved husband? To love him and take care of him in sickness and in health?

Korvo: lovingly I do.

AISHA: And Terry Wearspreada Opposites, do you promise to love Korvo, and take care of him in sickness and in health? For as long as you both shall live?

Terry: takes a deep breath, but then smiles at Korvo smiling at him lovingly I do.

AISHA: Now let’s hear those vows.

Terry and Korvo held each other’s hands as they look at each other lovingly and smile.

Terry: Korvo, I promise, from this day forward l won’t let anyone harm you and that I will always love you no matter what.

Korvo: And Terry, I promise from this day forward, I will never let anyone come in the way of our happiness together. And that I will always love no matter what.

Jesse: Aw.

Yumyulack: Eew.

Pupa: Flower petals.

AISHA: Then by the power invested in yours truly, I now promise you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom.

Korvo and Terry smile at each other as Terry lift the bridle clothe up on Korvo’s face and the two Shlorpians kiss each other as tears stream down their eyes. Jesse cries ugly as mascara run down her eyes and Yumyulack grows disgusted by the kissing. The Pupa is also eating the flower petals. The two Shlorpians dance away as the song “Ordinary World” from Duran Duran plays in the background and the two share another kiss as the scene shifts into Three Months Later and the two husbands starting kissing the couch.

Terry: Korvy, have I ever tell you how much I love you?

Korvo: I know because you always tell me that everyday. You’re my sun, I’m your moon. You’re my Life-Terry. Nothing is going to change that.

Terry: Aw.

The two aliens kiss again, but this time in a French kiss. Their children however, are disgusted.

Yumyulack: Aw ew gross. We’re right here, y’know?

Jesse: Eww. Yucky.

Pupa: Ew.

Terry: Hey, no looking at your adults when making out.

Yumyulack: covering his eyes Don’t worry, got you guys covered.

Jesse: Yeah.

The Replicants then left for school as the Pupa fall down the stairs. Terry and Korvo kept kissing.

Korvo: So Terry?

Terry: Yes.

Korvo: Now that things have been peaceful since we landed on Earth, nothing bad has happened.

Terry: Yeah, and the best part is nothing is gonna kill us for a change.

Meanwhile, in a dark fortress, the evil Empress Ophelia got out a giant ray to summon an orb.

Ophelia: That’s right. That orb has contain so much energy. Enough for me to rule! gets out her phone and starts a livestream It is, the evil Empress Ophelia. Watch as I, the most vile ruler of all of that nation, use this laser to take this orb out of the sky! heads onto her machine and presses the button and it shoots laser to summon the orb That is right! Come to mama! And, wha/-

Suddenly, the machine stops working as the lights shut down and the whole room went black.

Empress Ophelia: gritting her teeth; awkward nervousness This. is. not. good.

Later, the orb starts hurdling towards Earth. The town panic and went into to safety as it heads towards the Solar Opposites’ neighborhood. Korvo was busy working on something as Terry is just doing his own lazy thing.

Korvo: Terry, can you hand me the screwdriver?

Terry: Huh? Oh sure.

Korvo can’t help but blush. Terry has been starting to be so self-efficient ever since Korvo started to grow accustomed on Earth. But then, the alarm starts going off as Korvo drops his things and rush over.

Korvo: What the fuck is going on here? AISHA!

AISHA: checks the coordinates Damn, some type of orb thingy is hurdling towards us. Quick, get the kids before-

The whole room shakes as Terry and Korvo collapses on the floor as they hid under the table for safety as loud crash was heard.

Korvo: What the fuck was that?!

Terry: I don’t know, let me go check it out.

Korvo: Terry, wait! It could be-

Meanwhile, the Replicants were walking home with Daryl after school ended.

Daryl: Damn, Principal Cooke sure gave us a big test. sighs C- What about you?

Jesse: B+ Yumyulack: A. But don’t worry honey, I’m sure you’re doing great. Just study hard okay.

Daryl: Of course. sees his house There’s my house. See you later babe.

Yumyulack and Daryl kiss then Daryl heads to his house as Yumyulack sighs lovingly. Suddenly, the Replicants sees smoke as they gasp.

Jesse: Holy shit, what the hell happened?!

Yumyulack: I don’t know! But, we’re gonna find out!

The Replicants rush over to their house in a hurry. Back at the house, Terry opens the slide door and gasp upon seeing the orb glowing.

Terry: What the fuck is that thing?

Terry approached the orb as he carefully place his fingertip on the orb. Suddenly, once Terry touched it, it spread red energy all over him as he screams in pain. The glowing stop he started to black out and reaches out to Korvo and the kids.

Terry: Korvo… I feel funny… falls unconscious

Korvo, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa gasp and runs towards Terry as he lays on the floor unconscious while the orb kept glowing. Korvo runs to Terry in tears as he picks up his husband.

Korvo: crying Terry! Oh Terry, speak to me! Oh Terry. Don’t die. Please hang on. sobbing

Jesse: Oh no! Terry!

Pupa: Terry!

Jesse: notices a glowing orb Hey, what is that?!

Yumyulack: I don’t know! Must be some kind of orb. Let me check it out!

Yumyulack then approaches the orb with the stick and pokes at it. Until suddenly, a blast appears and it shocks the Solar Opposites as they scream. The Solars moan as they got up. Korvo kept holding to Terry as he kept crying.

Yumyulack: Damn, what the fuck was that?

Jesse: I don’t know, but is it strange that blast was sorta cool?

Korvo: sobbing No! Because it killed Terry!

Korvo kept crying over his husband in his arms, until suddenly Terry weakly opens his eyes and moans.

Terry: Ugh… Korvy? What the fuck happened?

Korvo: Terry?! Terry! hugs him You big fucking dummy! Don’t fucking scare me like that again!

Terry: I’m sorry Korvy. I promise I won’t do that again!

As Korvo and Terry prepare to kiss again around open arms, Korvo screams in pain as sizzling was heard.

Korvo: My arms! Terry, what the fuck?!

Terry: What?! I didn’t do anything, I-

Terry looks at his hands and suddenly, they developed a flames on his hands.

Terry: Holy shit! My hands are on fire!

Yumyulack: How?!

The Solar Opposites then looked at orb as it stops glowing and breaks apart into pieces as other blast particles fly away into the sky.

Yumyulack: Wait a minute, I think that orb must’ve given Terry fire powers!

Korvo: Aw man, the arms really burn.

Suddenly, Korvo breathes ice at it flies from his mouth and he gasp.

Korvo: What the?! I have ice powers?! No! No no no no! This can’t be happening!

Korvo starts breathing in and out as Terry gasp as he put comfort Korvo by the shoulder with his hands.

Terry: Hey hey hey hey hey! Honey, it’s okay.

Korvo: No it isn’t!

Yumyulack then starts hearing voices in his head as he began to hear what people say. He then gasp as he began to float as his eyes glow purple.

Jesse: Whoa! Yumyulack? You can fly?!

Yumyulack: eyes stops glowing What?! lost his ability to float Aaaaahhh!

Yumyulack falls on the ground as Jesse fails to catch him.

Jesse: Ooops. Sorry Yumbear.

Yumyulack: Oh my God! panicking I can read people’s mind! And I can float! Oh my God! What is happening to me?!

Jesse: Don’t worry Yumyulack, I’m sure-

Suddenly, electricity sparks shoot out of Jesse’s hand as she screams and the other Solar Opposites ducked. Jesse gasp.

Jesse: Oh no! I’m shooting dangerous energies out of my hands! What is happening to us guys?!

The Solar Opposites desperately head inside while the Pupa plays around outside. The family head to the lab as AISHA appears.

AISHA: Damn, what happened here?!

Korvo: AISHA, quick! Scan us! There has to be something wrong with us after Yumyulack touched that orb! What happened to us?!

AISHA quickly scans the Solars as it shows DNA particles and information on each of the Solar Opposites’ newfound powers

AISHA: Damn, looks like when you guys touched that orb, it must’ve given you super powered abilities based on fire, ice, telekinetic energy and electricity! You guys are like balls of energy with those new fucked yo abilities! Holy shit!

Korvo: What?! Oh my God. These powers must be very dangerous. AISHA, is there a cure?

AISHA: check on it but it turns to be permanent Oh shit.

Korvo: What? What is it?!

AISHA: These powers are new life sources now! It’s permanent! There is no cure!

The Solar Opposites gasp.

Solar Opposites: YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO STAY LIKE THIS?!

AISHA: I’m afraid so!

Terry: Yay!

Korvo, Yumyulack and Jesse: No!

An hour later, Korvo started gooblering over the Cosmic Blast as Yumyulack and Jesse panic over their powers. Terry comes over and gives Korvo a comfort hand on his husband’s right shoulder.

Korvo: How could this have happened to us?! We weren’t supposed to have this fucking abilities! Ugh! Fuck! We are so fucked!

Terry: Well, that’s not bad! At least we have amazing abilities.

Yumyulack: Terry! We can’t show these abilities to the humans! They’ll think we’re monsters! What is my boyfriend gonna say?!

Jesse: This electricity stuff is dangerous! The girls at school will think I am a freak!

Terry: Okay, maybe not for you guys!

Korvo: Are you serious right now, Terry?! We’re gonna be treated like outcast once more! Those powers are dangerous! We could seriously hurt someone! God damn it! I even can’t control my Super Shlorpian self with those fucked up ice powers, for christ’ sake!

Korvo gasp and covered his mouth as he realized what he just said. His family then froze into shock.

Terry: You’re… a what….?

Korvo’s face develops into fear as Yumyulack faints and Terry and Jesse looks in shock.

Korvo: I…I… runs off in crying

Jesse: Yumyulack, please wake up! shakes Yumyulack repeatedly back n forth

Terry: Korvo, wait!

Terry chase after Korvo as the latter runs into their room and slams the door.

Terry: Korvo! opens the door Korvy?

Terry looks around the room, only to see Korvo not there.

Terry: Korvo? Honey, where are you? Why didn’t you-

Suddenly, Terry looks up and gasp. What stood is no longer his sweet Korvo, but a muscular monstrous Shlorpian with a ripped apart robe, glowing aquamarine eyes, sharp teeth, human-sized bat wings, a black-ish blue body and aquamarine shaded parts on his horns and fingers.

Terry: K-Korvo?

Korvo roars in fury as Terry runs up and tries soothe him.

Terry: Hey hey hey. soothes Korvo’s face Shhh, it’s gonna be okay Korvy. I’m here. It’s your hubby, Terry.

Korvo stops snarling and finally calms down. Terry then looks at Korvo’s abs and grows infatuated by his husband’s Super Shlorpian form.

Terry: Damn honey, you look very sexy and handsome in that form.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I’m not beautiful. sheds a few tears and weeps I’m a monster. You should just leave me Terry, you wouldn’t want to love a monster like me.

Terry: touches Korvo’s left hand Hey, that is not true. You are still beautiful to me. I will never leave you, you are still my Korvy and always will be. I don’t care about this monstrous form of yours. You will always be my husband.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh Terry.

Terry hugs Korvo as the latter shed a few tears and smiles at his beloved Terry. Terry then looks at Korvo’s wings and starts playing with them.

Terry: Hey, you do have these amazing wings! Look at them! Can you flap them?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: squeals in happiness Of course!

Korvo kept flapping his wings while laughing. Suddenly, Korvo began to shrink down as he turns back to his normal Shlorpian self and calms down.

Terry: There. There’s my husband.

Korvo: Oh Terry. You still love me? Even when I have a monstrous form?

Terry: Of course I will. I will never leave you. Ever.

Korvo smiles and the two alien husbands share a kiss. The Replicants and Pupa head into the room.

Jesse: Terry! Korvo! Are you okay?!

Yumyulack: What happened?!

Pupa: Korvo!

Korvo: Don’t worry kids, everything’s okay now.

Terry: Yep, all good here.

The two alien husbands head back to kissing but the Replicants grow disgusted and runs off. As do the Pupa. Meanwhile, at Ophelia’s foretress, the evil empress is tracking the orb on her crystal ball and gasp.

Ophelia: What the fuck is this?

The crystal then plays images of the Solar Opposites with their new powers. Ophelia growls in rage.

Ophelia: WHAT?! ALIENS?! WITH SUPER POWERS?! bang her fist Those should be my super powers! Well, no matter! I’m just gonna find a way to get them! I must track those disgusting creatures down!

Ophelia uses the coordinates to Earth as she grins evilly. Back with the Solar Opposites, Korvo was busy clearing the fire with his fire axe.

Korvo: Damn, what a mess this orb made. Well, at least no one got hurt.

Yumyulack: Korvo, we’re scared. Is someone gonna come after us?

Jesse: Yeah, what if someone hunt us down? For these dangerous powers?

Korvo looks at his children with a worried, but concern look on his face.

Korvo: Don’t worry kids, I’m sure no one is gonna kill us, we just need to keep those powers hidden from everyone.

Yumyulack: Yeah, including Daryl.

Jesse: Aw geez, I hope no one figures out about the orb. It really spread across the skies. Who’s gonna find them?

Korvo: I don’t know, but I hope it is people worthy chosen for this.

Suddenly, an attack is heard. People screaming were heard as emergency sirens howl and explosions ignite.

Terry: Huh?

Terry looks outside and see the town getting attack by a bunch of weird looking soldiers.

Terry: Holy shit. What is happening?! sees people getting hurt and/or killed Oh my God! Those bastards are hurting people!

Terry looks down as he looks at his hands. He growls as his closes and eyes and made his decisions. Before he left, he turns to Korvo, who is still cleaning.

Terry: Korvo, I’m going out!

Korvo: offscreen Okay, please bring back more cereal for the Replicants!

Yumyulack and Jesse: offscreen Yay!

In a rush, Terry rushes to the city in a fast pace and sees three citizens in trouble.

Terry: Holy shit uh, sees a water hose Ah-ha! turns to Principal Cooke You there! Turn on that hose!

Principal Cooke: Huh? On it!

Principal Cooke turns on the hose as it splashed on the guards as they screech and retreat. Terry then sees three civilians getting endangered.

Terry: Oh fuck!

Suddenly, the fire has turned into fireballs as Terry throws it at the guards.

Terry: Oh hell yeah! This is a sweet new upgrade

Terry uses his fire powers and creates some more fireballs to fire at the guards. The fireballs burned the guards as they retreat. Terry, in fast motion, gets the citizens to safety. Terry then disappears after the costumes got to safety.

Citizen #1: Who was that?

Citizen #2: I don’t fucking know.

Principal Cooke: Whoever he was, he saved us.

Citizen #3: He’s like a hero!

The town cheered in victory as Ophelia looks down and growls. Terry comes home and sees Korvo walking anxiously. He then turns to see Terry moaning and runs up to hug his sweetheart.

Korvo: Thank God. Where have you been?

Terry: I uh-

Korvo: Okay that is it! I knew you were using your powers!

Terry: Uh?

Korvo: Terald! You can’t let people know about your fire powers! It’s a big risk!

Terry: nervously Heh heh! Well, at least I manage to save three people on a building.

Korvo: What?! Terry! That was dangerous! Did anybody see you?!

Terry: N-no, but come on honey! You know this our big chance! I finally found strength in me! This is my chance-

Korvo: I know, but right now, our lives will be at risk! We have a life now Terry! With our kids! Our home! Do you really want to risk it?

Terry: But, what if an evil villain appears and hurts-

Korvo grabs Terry’s hand and sighs.

Korvo: Terry, I know you want to prove yourself but, right now, I don’t want the Shlorpian that I love to get hurt. Right now, is not the right time. We need to wait Terry, until each of us are ready to have our moment to rise.

Terry: sighs I’m sorry honey. I never meant to make you worry about me. Okay, I’ll wait.

Korvo: You promise?

Terry: smiling I promise.

Korvo kisses Terry on the cheek as he head back to his and Terry’s room.

Korvo: Terry, when the right time comes, please be prepared for it. But don’t let it cost everything that you love, especially our kids. ‘Cause, I know that my husband will do what’s right.

Terry smile meekly as Korvo heads inside their room. He looks down and sighs as he makes a tiny flame with his hands. It shows a flashback of him and Korvo looking at the sunset.

Terry: The sunset sure is beautiful.

Korvo: Yes. It really is. Should we get out of here or-

Terry: grabs Korvo’s hand Wait?!

Korvo: Terry? What is it?!

Terry: takes a deep breath and kneels down Korvo, I know things have been unconventional lately. I know we didn’t choose each other but after making our life on Earth, I’m glad I would do this with you. You’re my best friend, slash life-Korvo, slash work-husband-in crime. You’re my Korvy and I love you more than anything. More than t-shirts, more than earth, more than anything in the whole world.

Korvo: tears of joy Oh Terry, wait? What are you trying to say?

Terry gets out a box and opens it where it shows a ring inside of it. Korvo gasp in joy as tears continue to stream out of his eyes.

Terry: Korvo, will you marry me?

Korvo: crying Yes! A billion times yes!

Korvo hugs Terry as the two began crying in joy as Terry put the ring on Korvo’s ring finger and the two share a kiss. The flashback ends as Terry starts crying silently. He knew he has to keep Korvo’s promise. But then… back at Ophelia’s fortress,

Ophelia: Those fools! How dare they worship that pathetic Shlorpian?! Grr! I know how I can get those powers! And is by taking away what’s important to him. laughs evilly as she stares at a picture of the Solar Opposites family hugging each other

Later that night, the Solar Opposites were fast asleep. But then, a shadow peeks through the Replicants’ bedroom. Two hands appear as they muffle the Replicants’ mouth so no one can hear them screaming.

Yumyulack: muffling Help! What the fuck is happening?!

Jesse: muffling Terry! Korvo! Help!

Later at the fortress, Ophelia smiles at the Replicants as they struggle to break free from their cages.

Jesse: Let us go you monster!

Ophelia: Never! Not until your dads get here!

Yumyulack: You bitch! Who even are you?!

Ophelia: I am Ophelia! The space empress of all of the galaxies! And I come here to rule Earth! But first, all I need is to find the remains of the Earth!

Ophelia laughs manically. Back in the Opposites’ house, Terry hears Yumyulack and Jesse screaming for help as he gets up from his bed.

Terry: gasp;whispering Kids?

Terry sees the Replicants in the cages Ophelia is keeping them prisoner as she laughs evilly. “Courage in Me” from Lou plays in the background as Terry then looks at Korvo and then back to Ophelia. As Terry turns his head back and forth in a dilemma, he then recalls what Korvo said to him earlier during their argument.

Korvo: voiceover Terry, when the right time comes, please be prepared for it. But don’t let it cost you everything that you love, especially our kids. ‘Cause, I know that my husband will do what’s right.

Terry then close his eyes and opens them back up with courage in his eyes. Terry made a noble choice, go save his kids and stop Ophelia from hurting anyone and destroying the town. Before Terry leaves, he looks back at Korvo and makes sure he didn’t wake him. He kiss Korvo on the forehead and jumps out the window. Terry made it to the building as he jumps up and gives a death glare at Ophelia.

Terry: offscreen Ophelia!

Ophelia: Hmm? turns to see Terry

Terry: Let go of my children you bitch!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Terry!

Ophelia: These are your kids? Ha, pathetic!

Terry: growls as he feels a glow coming from his chest

Ophelia: Who are you anyway?

Terry’s eyes glow red as he began to feel something sparking inside of him.

Terry: My name… IS TERRY!

Terry begins to glow as the light surrounds him transforming him into a newer version of himself.

Terry’s Transformation Sequence:

Terry has received a new fire theme suit as he creates flames from his hands and gets ready to fight Ophelia.

Yumyulack: Whoa! Is that new look?

Jesse: Terry! You look amazing!

Korvo is awaken by the sound and gasp upon seeing Terry transformed.

Korvo: What the fuck? Is that-

Korvo however believes this is a dream.

Korvo: sighs Nevermind, I must be dreaming. I’m going back to bed.

Korvo heads back to sleep. Back with Terry, he stares angrily at Ophelia. Terry throws fireballs at Ophelia as she ducks.

Ophelia: You bastard! shoots emerald darts

Terry/Solar Flare: Damn, that lady has anger issues.

Terry manage to hide, but then looks at his reflection as he gasp in shock. He looks at his costume.

Terry/Solar Flare: Damn. Swanky duds. lifts up a part of his super suit These powers must’ve made something amazing. I didn’t know I could do that. Looks it’s a job for…. SOLAR FLARE!

Terry made a superhero pose. He then sees his children and rushes over to free them as he uses his fire pwoers to melt the bars.

Jesse: Terry, you've got to get away from here.

Terry: No, I won't leave you two. You’re my kids!

A comes between the ground near the cages as a Ophelia flies up, laughing manically. Jesse and Yumyulack clutch each other, looking up to see Ophelia floating towards them.

Ophelia: You pitiful, insignificant, fools!

Yumyulack: (pointing) Oh shut! Look out!

The Replicants ran to safety in a panic as Terry gets ready to fight again

Yumyulack: Ter- I mean Solar Flare! Keep her busy!

Terry/Solar Flare: Oh, I’ll fucking keep her busy!

Ophelia: Now I am the ruler of all the galaxies! The people will obey my every whim!

Ophelia raises the her hands and swirls diamond with it, creating a storm with lightning. A wave sweeps Solar Flare away.

Jesse: Terry!

Ophelia: You fuck-up aliens and those pathetic humans bow to my fucking power!

She swirls the spears towards Solar Flare, creating a wave attack. The spinning funnel reaches the floor. Yumyulack and Jesse dodges the wreckage as they scream.

Gliding, Terry grabs onto a rope and hoists the Replicants up the side without it getting burn and onto the deck as they scream. At the edge, Yumyulack and Jesse clings to a rock. Ophelia destroys the rock and Yumyulack and Jesse falls to safety. Ophelia shoots lightning at them from up above. On top of the tower, Solar Flare stares at Ophelia courageously and gets ready for his new fire attack towards Ophelia.

Ophelia: laughing wickedly So much for your so called Papa Wolf!

As Ophelia is about to bring her trident down on the Replicants, Solar Flare fires his attack at the villainess as Ophelia starts screaming in pain. Her eyes flash as she collapse and growls angrily with her eyes glowing.

Terry/Solar Flare: That’s what you get you fucking bitch! Nobody harms my kids!

Jesse: Yay! Terry saved us!

Yumyulack: Thank goodness! You saved us!

Ophelia: This isn’t over! You’ll pay for this Solar Flare!

Terry/Solar Flare: Shove those words up your ass! Bitch!

Solar Flare flies the kids back to their home as Ophelia growls in fury. That morning, as the sun began to rise, Terry puts the tired Replicants to bed as they slept peacefully. He then sneak back into his room, before transforming back into his normal alien self. Korvo wakes up and gasp.

Terry: Hey honey, what happened?

Korvo: Oh. Terry. It’s just you. I just had the weirdest dream. You were a- and a- sighs That was really weird.

Terry: lying Yeah. Definitely.

Korvo: sighs I’m just glad you stick to your promise honey. I’m just glad my husband is here.

Terry: So, what do you wanna now?

Korvo: seducing I know what I wanna do.

Terry: Oh baby, yes please.

Terry and Korvo took off their pajamas as they started to have sex. But now, a newspaper appears on the neighborhood with Solar Flare on it, with the headline, Who is Solar Flare?! For a new breed of hero has arrived, THE MIGHTY SOLARS!

THE END

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🖤ABOUT ME 🖤

hey luv’s, thanks for stopping by! heard you wanted to learn more about me, so I thought I’d share some facts :)

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DEMOGRAPHICS

I’m Rosie! I’m 22 y/o. My ethnicity is Filipino-Caucasian, but my culture primarily consists of Filipino-Hawaiian traditions and lifestyle. I was born in socal, and currently reside in oc! I will be starting my masters program in the fall of 2024, so wish me luck! <3

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CURRENTLY CRUSHIN’ ON…

luver boys <3: fushiguro megumi <3, nanami kento, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuta, hayakawa aki, kishibe, eren jeager, levi ackerman, reiner braun, erwin smith, tomioka giyuu, rengoku kyojuro, kamado tanjiro, hatake kakashi, uchiha itachi, uchiha sasuke, nara shikamaru, uzumaki naruto, yamada asaemon shion, chobo aza, lucifer, mammon, beel, solomon, loid forger, kurusu kazuki, suwa rei, zuko

luver girls <3: mei mei, zen’in maki, mikasa ackerman, kocho shinobu, kanroji mitsuri, hinatsuru | makio | suma, yuhi kurenai, senju tsunade, haruno sakura, yamanaka ino, yamada asaemon sagiri, yuzuriha, yor forger, azula

luvers <3: yelena, hange zoe, uraume

this list may change as time goes on! <3

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CURRENT HOBBIES

cuddling with my bf & cats, reading, writing, playing games (on mobile & switch!), makeup, baking, gardening, video essays, scrapbooking

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LIKES

series: bobs burgers, haunting of hills house, black mirror, big mouth, the office, new girl, brooklyn 99, law & order: svu, rick & morty, hannibal, better call saul, breaking bad, game of thrones, house of dragons, vikings, vikings: valhalla

movies: parasite, uncut gems, mother!, talk to me, get out, us, nope, annihilation, hereditary, midsommar, mama, requiem for a dream,

games: obey me! shall we date?, red dead redemption II, cyberpunk, god of war, doom eternal, elden ring, legend of zelda: botw & totk, sekiro, animal crossing: new horizons

anime: jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, attack on titan, demon slayer, hells paradise, naruto, haikyuu, spy x family, buddy daddies, fire force, soul eater, record of ragnarok

novels: blood meridian, flowers for algernon, the metamorphosis, johnny got his gun, ‘till we have faces, one flew over the cuckoos nest, sybil

authors: Cormac McCarthy, C. S. Lewis, Ellen Hopkins, Franz Kafka, Mary Shelley, Stephen King

genres: existentialism, cosmic horror, psychological, psychological horror, slice of life, dark humor, dry humor

artists: khantrast, suicideboys, flatbush zombies, ramirez, denzel curry, JID, brockhampton, polyphia, her, summer walker, doja cat, sza, billie eilish, ari lennox

music genres: underground rap, dark trap, r & b, metal

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DISLIKES

homophobia, transphobia, bigotry, anti-feminism, anti-abortion, racism & anything else of a similar nature! if you engage in any of this behavior, please do not interact with me or my content!

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Feel free to drop an ask or leave me a message! I’d love to get to know each and every one you you luv’s <3

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Higher than the Stars playlist

This is subject to be updated as I find new songs (It probably needs more metal)

Liner notes below the cut like it's 2013

Cobra Tattoo- The Mountain Goats (Where the title comes from)

Higher than the stars I will set my throne God does not need Abraham, God can raise children from stones

Dream at night Girl with the cobra tattoo And try to hear The garbled transmissions coming through

Isis Unveiled- And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead

I have made you in my likeness and I have made you The keeper of my garden world As you honor me in kind, I'll be grateful but be warned for

I am a jealous God Give me daughters, send me sons, I'll make them all chosen ones

I'll send them out to die To meet the angels of death With no fears, no regrets

Wayward Daughter- Brown Bird

Cast not your stone at the wayward daughter Lay down the gavel and the robe If not for the lure of darker water No salvation we would know

For every saint, a wild marauder And a beast in wait for heroes tall

America- Sufjan Stevens

I have loved you, I have grieved I'm ashamed to admit I no longer believe I have loved you, I received I have traded my life for a picture of the scenery

I have loved you like a dream I have kissed your lips like a Judas in heat I have worshipped, I believed I have broke your bread for a splendor of machinery

Woman King- Iron and Wine

Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see a Woman king, sword in hand Swing at some evil and bleed

Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see a Woman king, bloodshot eye Thumb down and starting to weep

Neighbourhood #2 (Laika)- Arcade Fire

Alexander, our older brother Set out for a great adventure He tore our images out of his pictures He scratched our names out of all his letters

Our mother should've just named you Laika…

It's for your own good It's for the neighborhood…

Cry for Judas - The Mountain Goats

Feel the storm every night, hope it passes by Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die

Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth Draw a white chalk Baphomet Mistreat your altar boys long enough And this is what you get

Ancient Names (Part 1)- Lord Huron

Far out past the astral plane I cast you back from whence you came Cosmic cache and blackened brain And call you by your ancient names

I gotta get away from here I gotta get away from her

Sapokonikan - Joanna Newsom (Not on Spotify, fyi)

Interred with other daughters, in dirt in other potters' fields above them, parades mark the passing of days through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel,

where all of the twenty-thousand attending your foot fall and the cause that they died for are lost in the idling bird calls, and the records they left are cryptic at best, lost in obsolescence. The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal with any fluorescence where the hand of the master begins and ends.

The Garden of Earthly Delights- Apocalypse Orchestra

Brought to life, in the image of God In this holy place Settled among the creatures odd Eve, dear girl, avert thy gaze Claims to love them all Her world below Minding not their fall A mirthful show

Hey Ho- Tracy Grammar

TV's on, the favorite son Is watchin' how the West was won Daddy, please, a plastic gun Get brother one for twice the fun

Hey ho, so it goes The point of sale, the puppet show The merchant kings of war and woe Have turned their hands to labor Sound out the trumpet noise The cannons bark and jump for joy Someone's dread and darlin' boy Has fallen on his saber

Mama- My Chemical Romance

Mama, we're all full of lies Mama, we're meant for the flies And right now, they're building a coffin your size Mama, we're all full of lies

Well, mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once You should've been, I could have been a better son

Rainbow Signs- mewithoutyou

Pale horse songs of a slow decline Side show words if our moms don't mind:

God gave Noah the rainbow sign No more water, is the H-Bomb next time?

With imperial crowns we were sent, Riding out conquest-bent Daylight is breaking Wielding the sanctified sword For the army of the Scarecrow Lord

Breath of Life- Florence+ the Machine

I was looking for a breath of life For little touch of heavenly light But all the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh no, oh!"

To get a dream of life again A little vision of the start and the end But all the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh no, oh!"

A Demon's Fate- Within Temptation

What have you done? Is this what you wanted? What have you become? Your soul's now forsaken You're walking alone From heaven into hell

Angels have faith I don't want to be a part of this sin I don't want to get lost in this world I'm not playing this game

The Black- Dynazty

Revelation, devastation Opened up eyes blinded from the start I was the child born in the dark of your heart

Instigator, manipulator You baptized my life through burning pain Now I can never feel again

Out of silence comes defiance Risen to deny all that you are I'm the man forged in the fires of your war

Vindicator, a liberator I have come to set you free through pain You will be forced to feel again

O Superman- Laurie Anderson

Hello? This is your mother, are you there? Are you coming home?

And I said: okay, who is this really? And the voice said: This is the hand, the hand that takes This is the hand, the hand that takes This is the hand, the hand that takes

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice And when justice is gone, there's always force And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!

[sheltiechicago]

“Talking shit with Coatlicue” (2017), flashe on linen, 79 9/10 × 65 inches

Monumental Paintings by Eamon Ore-Giron Translate Cultural Symbols into Vivid Geometries

A mélange of architectural structures, cosmic mappings, South American textiles, hieroglyphics, and Indigenous symbols emerge in vivid, balanced color in Eamon Ore-Giron’s paintings. Often rendered in flashe and mineral paint on large-scale linen canvases, the works are enveloping and visionary, transporting the viewer into Ore-Giron’s flat, geometric vistas.

All images © Eamon Ore-Giron, courtesy of the artist and James Cohan

“Black Medallion XXIII” (2023), mineral paint and flashe on linen, 72 x 72 inches. Photo by Charles White/JWPictures.com

“Night Shade” (2016), flashe on linen, 84 x 60 inches

“Infinite Regress CLXXXIV” (2021), flashe and mineral paint on linen, 120 x 120 inches. Photo by Charles White/JWPictures.com

“Black Medallion XV (Mama-Quilla)’ (2023), mineral paint and flashe on linen, 174 x 300 inches. Photo by Charles White/JWPictures.com

“Infinite Regress CLXXXVIII” (2021), mineral paint and flashe on linen, 120 x 156 inches. Photo by Charles White/JWPictures.com

[nanopathictendencies]

Andre 3000 (and the Afronauts)

This isn't an album review but the album has given me cause to lightly review adjacent terms: Afrofuturism, Afropunk, etc.

I'm an old head; child of the 70s and 80s. New Age, fantasy and science fantasy were in high gear. I dug those type of movies and the soundtracks that came came with it and carried vestiges of that in my travels into hip hop and through the next four decades of movies, television, music and gaming experiences.

Aesthetically, New Blue Sun puts me into that Hearts of Space type headspace but being that this is the work of a black artist, that headspace eventually filled with recognition of already present of sub-cosmic vessels filled with unconventional cargo; helmed by exiled pilots.

In the rigid programming of what black is and should be, it's easy to be distracted from what it actually is, was and could be... especially from a narrowed euro- or ameri-centric influenced view.

My first thought was Serj Tankian from SOAD. He hung up his genre and went avante garde to the point where he's barely recognizable to the fanbase of that particular headspace in that particular genre (and genre adjacents).

Then, I thought of Erykah Badu, not in the relationship with Andre sense but in the sense of her always kind of being an emissary of avante garde in black America. You couldn't shoehorn her into a specific genre, she was both eclectic and eccentric. A Poor Righteous Teacher/Arrested Development vibration that resonated with Zap Mama frequencies; walking the rural backroads and urban alleys; holding hands with her hip hop soulmate. She became my centerpoint for Afrofuturism.

In the Afrofuturism space; the concept of New Blue Sun fits snug and represents the evolution of possibility for afrocentric movement in entertainment and consumption even if its a jarring transition.

In this regard, I thought of Snoop then Master P (should've been the other way around) in the entrepreneurial arena catering to the common folk (as opposed to high end fashion and alchohol)

Andre giving us this album is indicative of an ongoing black Renaissance but are we ready for this version of it?

[whalleyrulz]

halloween 2023

22) ...how do i name this? some shorts?

so okay. life's a lot. we needed shorts, not full movies. one of the things i'm going to talk about is one of the best horror things i've ever seen. the other two require a netflix subscription. they're.

okay so let's just get into it

DISCO INFERNO is a short film made by netflix, that makes it absolutely abundantly clear that the netflix style model is "no style," and the netflix script policy is "eh, it's words, right?" it's about a girl in the 70s who becomes pregnant, and the nun who killed her mother in the 50s tries to possess her at the opening of a new nightclub. how does the plot resolve? to speak from the viewpoints of the imagination-less execs who desperately want to be the human equivalent of an ai model, "who gives a shit." it feels like the kind of thing you use in a cosmic court case about whether or not executives have a soul, to prove that executives don't have souls, and this is a correct truth of the universe

FLASHBACK is a short film made by netflix, that shows what happens when you try your best to combine a love for everything everywhere all at once with netflix corporate execs. a home invasion winds up killing people. the execs, by the way, win out. it's about a girl using her end of life experience to do, as was said before, "who gives a shit." at this point i really genuinely feel like someone at netflix is actively working to kill art in order to make us more comfortable with ai taking over culture and killing the rest of human history. hey guys don't fucking use ai shit for anything related to art. if you do i fundamentally do not like you as a person. this shit is so fucking vile and inhuman. and these two shorts, despite being ostensibly made by humans, stink of ai. they reek of it. they burn my nostrils with malodorous digitations. fuuuuuuuuuck these shorts. if you make horror shorts, v/h/s needs to be watched, and treated as a bare fucking minimum of what to do. fuuuuck this

BUT THERE'S SOMETHING SO FUCKING GOOD COMING UP WITH A LINK AND EVERYTHING (i didn't watch it today but i watched it this month and i neeeeeeeed to talk about it)

THE OLDEST VIEW is a youtube horror miniseries by a fucking high school student that is better made and more horrifying and more tense and more unbelievably powerful in both concept and execution than, i shit you not, 90% of every other horror movie i've ever seen

it's about a youtuber who explores shit, finds a hole under a tree in texas, and the hole is full of stairs. the stairs go to an abandoned mall. there's art in the mall

there's art in the execution

there's no on-screen violence, there's no blood, there's no gore, this absolutely fits into youtube's content guidelines. it is, in theory, corporate as hell. but because it's made by someone who can just Make Art, Fuck The Overlords, it winds up being absolutely unstoppably powerful. absolutely incredibly horrifying. absolutely one of the best horror experiences i've had.

i'm going to link the playlist now. all in all, you need about an hour to watch it all. pleaaaaaase do it. please. PLEASE. if you ignore everything i say about every other horror movie, please watch this. PLEASE

1. skinamarink | 2. smile | 3. the black phone | 4. talk to me | 5. m3gan | 6. significant other | 7. cobweb | 8. horror in the high desert | 9. the pope's exorcist | 10. knock at the cabin | 11. infinity pool | 12. becky | 13. no one will save you | 14. huesera: the bone woman | 15. scream vi | 16. idle hands | 17. a wounded fawn | 18. v/h/s 85 | 19. evil dead rise | 20. mama | 21. look away

[fff777]

I just learned about the Save One, Drop One game so I'm going to try it out! Here's the video for the Exo edition.

I made some choices I did not expect I would make. I actually think the toughest decisions are between two songs I don't care for lol. The only time I really struggled between two songs I really liked was #60 .

Cream Soda vs. Lotto

Artificial Love vs. The Eve

Private Party vs. Ooh La La La

Butterfly Effect vs. White Noise

Candy (Baekhyun) vs. Bambi (Baekhyun)

Love Shot vs. Tempo

Hurt vs. Baby Don't Cry

Paradise vs. Touch It

Blooming Days (CBX) vs. Hey Mama! (CBX)

One and Only vs. What If..

Monster vs. Obsession

Oasis vs. Runaway

Trauma vs. CInderella

She's Dreaming vs. Fall

Jekyll vs. Going Crazy

Rover (Kai) vs. Mmmh (Kai)

Black Pearl vs. Machine

Unfair vs. The First Snow

Forever vs. Sign

Stronger vs. Lights Out

Call Me Baby vs. Love Me Right

Hear Me Out vs. Boomerang

Gravity vs. Baby You Are

El Dorado vs. Diamond

Promise vs. Cosmic Railway

Mama vs. History

Trouble vs. Damage

Chill vs. Cloud 9

Beautiful vs. Baby

Rose (D.O.) vs. Beautiful Goodbye (Chen)

Electric Kiss vs. Coming Over

Love Fool vs. Tender Love

Can't Bring Me Down vs. Transformer

Been Through vs. Let Me In

Non Stop vs. Heaven

What a Life (SC) vs. 1 Billion Views (SC)

Ya Ya Ya vs. Regret It

Smile on my face vs. Walk on memories

Power vs. Don't Fight the Feeling

Exodus vs. Lady Luck

Stay vs. With You

Ko Ko Bop vs. Growl

Love Again (Baekhyun) vs. Cry For Love (Baekhyun)

24/7 vs. Sweet Lies

Universe vs. Sing For You

Brand New (Xiumin) vs. Hurdle (Suho)

No Makeup vs. Groove

Playboy vs. Thunder

Bad Dream vs. They Never Know

Lightsaber vs. Overdose

Beautiful (Baekhyun) vs. Stay With Me (Chanyeol, Punch)

What U Do? vs. Another Day

For Life vs. Miracles in December

Ka-Ching! (CBX) vs. Horololo (CBX)

Don't Go vs. Lucky

Monodrama (Lay) vs. Curtain (Suho)

Lovin' You Mo vs. Into My World

Peaches (Kai) vs. UN Village (Baekhyun)

Lucky One vs. Dancing King (feat. Yoo Jaesuk)

Just as Usual vs. Day After Day

We Young (SC) vs. Young (Baekhyun, Loco)

[fattestwriting]

Cosmic radiation is just belches from war woman's mother and black holes are when she's hungry and eating Big Mama of the cosmos

100% canon now.

Athena is just a giant ball of dough whos farts are nebulas and belches are black holes.