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talonabraxas · 2 months ago

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"Throughout all the reaches of the cosmos, Weaves the real being of each individual; In the quintessential human being, the mirror image of the world holds sway. The 'I' unites both And so realizes, The true meaning of existence." ~Rudolph Steiner

Sirians Talon Abraxas This is The Sirians! This is a message for the channelling platform “lettersfromsirius.com”. This transmission will continue to build on all the introductory sessions we have had so far on this platform about the various beings that reside on various planets around Sirius A. You might have seen the word Ashkeru being mentioned in prior transmissions. The word Ashkeru describes all humanoid beings that live on and associate with the planets around Sirius A. It encompasses the Blue Sirians, the Reptilian Sirians, the Aquatic Sirians, the Feline Sirians, all the Hybrids and some other races that have made the Sirius A planets their home and we want to honour them by including them as well.

There are twelve planets around Sirius A. In this transmission we will be expanding on the planet that we, The Sirians, the Guides of this channel and the Providers of this transmission primarily align with. This is the planet of the Blue Sirians, the planet of the Blue Ashkeru beings, planet I-A-EE. Planet I-A-EE exists in multiple dimensions. The physical beings align with the fifth-dimensional resonance of the planet whereas the collectives and the Light Beings like us align with the higher dimensional aspects of the planet. The planet is approximately 12 to 15 times bigger than your Earth and is located in an ideal position relative to Sirius A; close enough to absorb a lot of its energy but far enough to be safe from the power of its radiation. The planet has water, the planet has soil, arctic environments on the poles and some more destitute territories and it is organised a bit differently to your planet Earth. It is organised according to function, not according to identity for the identity of our society is already unified therefore we do not need separation amongst us, we do not need borders, we do not need other frameworks.

We are, and by “we” we mean the Ashkeru beings for we speak on behalf of the Ashkeru beings, a space-faring species. We evolved enough to have physical, light and non-physical expressions of our consciousness. We exist on our planets just like we exist on our motherships. Planet I-A-EE has been around for many millions of years. It was a desolate piece of floating mass of soil and stone, but we saw the energetic potential. There was already a civilisation on it. When our ancestors fled from the wars ravaging Lyra and Orion, they settled there and many more followed.

The planet I-A-EE has been lovingly adapted and geo-formed to fit our ever-increasing consciousness, our ever-increasing capability in the areas of spirituality, self-awareness, technology, scientific endeavours and our contributions to the Galactic Federation have been a compass as to how we carry out our administration and the management of our planet. We have five to seven Moons as you call them; their number depends on how you count and how they are utilised in each moment. These Moons are not natural; these are artificial planets that we call auxiliary planets. We have placed them there so that they can play the role of research, of fabrications, of manufacturing, of scientific endeavours. Our soil is rich in Silica and another compound that is unknown to you. The Blue Sirians, that primarily live on I-A-EE, and their Hybrid offspring are very tall by your standards. The planet is on a different scale to your Earth. Everything is bigger compared to your Earth, compared to your awareness of size and scale. We do not necessarily have what you call cities although we have organised areas that we call settlements, where several activities take place.

The receiving and sending of Motherships, of space crafts, is very fundamental to us and our civilisation at this point in our evolution. So, we have really dedicated areas on our planets, close to the poles, for that is easier access and also safer access, where we keep our bases. We want to use the word spaceport, consider it an equivalent to your airport. Some aspects of the spaceports are on the surface, so are terrestrial, but the majority of the spaceport facilities are underground for that is a lot safer. The spaceports are a very important part of our planet, and they are allocated in very strategic locations.

We do have a lot of forests; we do have a lot of nature and a lot of wild nature that we left unencumbered. We respected it and gave space for it because the nature that grows natively on I-A-EE is a natural energetic expression of the Sirius A star and the planetary being herself. We use the female article to designate the energy of our planet. We perceive her as a female-oriented planetary being, but we have been working on integrating all aspects of ourselves for many years, many cycles of our evolution.

There are settlements on the surface and below the ground and what you need to also realise is that not all planets share the same, shall we say, architecture as your planet. You have a surface, and you have your dwellings on the surface and then there is an uneven sea-level; certain countries of your Earth-plane are below the sea-level, certain are much higher than the sea level. All of you use the sea level as your reference. We do not have the same reference on I-A-EE. Our planet and our settlements are layered, very layered. We have forests that exist on an upper layer of the planet and settlements that exist many layers down. We do have what we call an inner core below which you get too close to the central crystal of the planet, but our civilisation and our settlements are built upon layers. Close your eyes and visualise. As a result, when we relate to space, we relate to it in a much more spherical manner. You relate to your space in a much more horizontal manner. You use the sea as a reference point, and you navigate yourselves primarily along your planet’s surface. We do not use our bodies of water as a reference, we use the inner core and the coordinates of altitude and longitude to define our location on the planet. Considering the size of the planet and the multiple layers you can see how complex the environment can be when you compare it to your own perception of Earth.

In the last few years, there has been a very popular entertainment movie show on your planet with certain blue beings. We are not going to name the show for you all know what we are referring to- that was loosely based on planet I-A-EE and Sirian civilisations. Use the magnificent trees that were depicted there as your starting point to begin to visualise the forests on our planet.

Physical Blue Sirians and Blue Hybrids co-exist peacefully with the animal life forms, the plant life forms and all the other beings that are travelling in and out of our planet that are of other species, of other star societies. We have certain areas, certain settlements that are dedicated to certain purposes. Physical beings like to live communally. We have evolved to a certain point where there is not a lot of value for the physical beings on I-A-EE to live in isolation by themselves. We are a consciousness of service. We are a civilisation of service. Therefore, we like to exist and co-exist and work with others. Settlements exist in various localities around the planet in various altitudes and longitudes and communities organise themselves according to purpose.

There are certain communities dedicated to the advancement of technology, certain communities dedicated to the raising of our offspring, certain communities dedicated to the taking care of our genetic material and indeed the procreation of our species. Physical beings on I-A-EE do not need to eat food. We have transcended the need for food. We can maintain our bodies by directly transmuting the light energy and by ingesting certain fluids to maintain our alkaline composition. Therefore, we do not need to cultivate food on a grand scale like you do, like many other races need to. That frees a lot of time, space and effort so we can use the resources of our planet for other purposes.

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selfless-solipsist · 4 months ago

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°˖✧ The Villain Meeting ✧˖° [Wander]

[I'm now writing in second-person pov, figured that it's better]

「 ✦ “A good tumble and a good laugh? You really do spoil me!” ✦ 」

╰┈➤ Wander x Female Reader ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

You lounged on your massive, luxurious bed, your spaceship's quarters dimly lit by the ambient glow of the galaxy streaking past your window. The room was a clutter of indulgent villainous chaos: trophies of conquered worlds, a few stolen artifacts glowing ominously in the corner, and a mountain of mismatched pillows threatening to consume the bed. The camera for the weekly villain meeting framed only your face and shoulders, projecting your indifferent expression to the rest of the galaxy's bickering baddies.

In one window of the screen, Lord Hater lagged, his skeletal face frozen mid-rant. The lime-green glow of his eyes stuttered as his connection battled galactic interference. His jagged teeth were locked in what might have been a scream, or possibly a sneeze—it was hard to tell.

"No! I'm the best!" Lag freeze "THE GREATEST!" his voice caught up for a brief, ear-piercing second before cutting out again.

Great start.

Next to him, Emperor Awesome's window displayed a shark-headed jock wheezing with laughter, his muscular frame bouncing as he clutched his sides. "Oh my Grop, Hater, you're such a noob. Fix your signal, bro!" he barked, flashing teeth that belonged more in a horror film than a galactic council meeting. He adjusted his spiked black belt, as if his hot-pink disco pants weren't already screaming for attention.

To the right of Awesome, Kragthar of Kraaathhh's video feed had frozen in the worst possible moment. His pig-like nose was scrunched up, and the angle of the camera had blessed him with an unflattering double chin. Pink flames barely flickered on the edge of his frozen frame, and his name placard blinked accusingly with the misspelled label: "Kragthar of Kaarrtthh."

You snorted softly, not bothering to hide the smirk playing on your lips. With one hand, you twirled a lollipop lazily, the sugary treat clicking against your teeth whenever you took a disinterested lick. This spectacle of absurdity—this villainous... PowerPoint meeting from hell—was the most entertainment you had had all week.

And yet, none of them noticed the most chaotic part of your situation.

Nestled beneath the covers, Wander had made himself at home against you. His wide, floppy green hat sat precariously atop your bra on the nightstand, a quiet testament to the pre-meeting activities you had indulged in. The tangerine-colored nomad, with his always-cheerful grin, was currently kneading at your chest like a contented cat making biscuits. His eyes were half-lidded in concentration, his furred stomach lightly brushing against your bare skin under the blankets. You could feel his warm breath against your collarbone as he hummed a nonsensical tune.

It was absurd. Ridiculous. Incredibly Wander.

And you?

You were just letting him. After all, you were his first girlfriend, and if there was one thing Wander adored, it was you. Or maybe it was just your boobs. The distinction didn't matter—you had conquered galaxies; you could handle the attentions of a fluffy orange spoon.

"Mmm," Wander mumbled, pausing his feline-like ministrations to nuzzle closer. "You're so soft... like a cloud!"

"I'm sure," you murmured dryly, shifting the lollipop to the other side of your mouth. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and adjusted the camera slightly, ensuring that none of his antics made it onto the screen.

"Uh, hello!?" Awesome's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. His window expanded slightly as he leaned closer to his camera, completely ignoring the frozen Kragthar and the lagging Hater. "You gonna back me up, or what? I clearly throw way better parties than anyone else here."

"You trashed an entire planet because they ran out of Thunderblazz," you replied flatly, your deadpan tone cutting through his bravado like a laser. "Such an achievement."

"Hey! That's... well, yeah, but it was justified! They insulted my vibes!" Awesome crossed his arms, pouting like a toddler denied a candy bar.

"Right. Very villainous of you," you drawled, taking another languid lick of your lollipop. You could feel Wander's soft chuckle vibrate against your ribs as he resumed his "biscuit-making."

Suddenly, Hater's voice burst through, his connection deciding to cooperate just long enough for him to yell, "I don't care about your dumb parties! I'm the GREATEST IN THE GALAXY!"

"Aw, is someone grumpy?" The shark villan teased, throwing an arm around his chair like he was about to break into song. "Maybe you need a little... cha-cha-cha... dance therapy?" He wiggled his shoulders in a ridiculous shimmy.

You couldn't help it. A laugh slipped out before you could stifle it, and both Awesome and Hater froze, staring at your screen. Wander, oblivious to the unfolding drama, nuzzled further against you, his content purr-like hum barely audible to the microphone.

Hater squinted suspiciously. "What... what was that noise?" he demanded, leaning closer to his camera until his skull face filled the screen.

"Oh, nothing," you said smoothly, leaning your chin on one hand. "Just enjoying the... entertainment."

The screen flickered, and Kragthar's frozen image briefly dissolved into static before reappearing with an even worse angle. Awesome fell back into laughter, and Hater's ranting resumed. Meanwhile, the nomad continued his affectionate mischief under the covers, blissfully unaware of the chaos on screen—and you wouldn't have it any other way.

After all, this was just how the meetings went.

And pure chaos they were.

The meeting droned on, but you were hardly paying attention. With each second, Wander's innocent humming and his peculiar choice of leisure activity had your focus divided. As the galaxy's most infamous villains argued over meaningless power grabs and party etiquette, he was blissfully undeterred by the chaos, his tiny hands working their so-called magic. You didn't even want to ask what kind of "technique" he thought this was.

"Woo-wee, darlin'," Wander suddenly piped up, his Southern twang as thick as molasses and ten times as dangerous. His bright eyes sparkled as they darted to the lollipop in your hand. "I gotta say, sugar, you sure know how to put that mouth of yours to real good use!"

You choked. Literally.

The lollipop caught mid-motion as your body betrayed you, sending you into a coughing fit. Your eyes watered as you sputtered, desperate to regain composure before the meeting's chaos magnified. A hand shot to your throat, the other gripping the edge of the covers to keep from exposing more than your pride.

On the screen, Awesome was mid-sentence, but he stopped. "Uh... You good there?" His shark-like grin faltered as his muscled arms flexed unconsciously, like he was ready to save you or something.

"Fine!" you croaked, waving a hand to dismiss his concern while glaring daggers at Wander. He simply giggled, leaning his head on your shoulder and giving your cheek a noisy, exaggerated kiss, as if you hadn't already suffered enough embarrassment for one meeting.

"Aw, she's blushing!" The other villain cackled, pointing at your screen with glee. "What's got you so flustered? Someone got a crush on me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you shot him a glare that could have incinerated a moon.

Before you could retaliate verbally, Hater's screen blinked back to life with a vengeance. "WHAT WAS THAT?!" he roared, leaning so close to his camera that his skeletal features were practically burnt into your retinas.

"What was what?" you asked coolly, fighting the urge to shove Wander off as he snuggled even closer, practically melting into you like butter on a hot biscuit.

"That! That kissy noise!" Hater's finger jabbed at the camera, his green eyes narrowing. "That wasn't you! That was—!" His voice broke off, and his bony jaw dropped as Wander, ever the beacon of cheerful audacity, waved enthusiastically at the screen.

"Hiya, buddy!" Wander chirped, his grin as bright as a supernova. "Fancy seein' you here! Boy howdy, you look madder than a rattlesnake with a sore tooth!"

Hater didn't just see red; he saw the entire spectrum of anger.

"WANDER?! What the—what the actual galaxy—YOU'RE HERE?!" He clutched his chest as if the betrayal physically pained him. "How... how could you—?! You of all people—!" His finger shook, bouncing between you and Wander's joyous expression.

"Yup, it's me!" The nomad confirmed, unfazed by the villain's meltdown. "Bet you're wonderin' how we're doin', huh? Well, let me tell ya—"

You slapped a hand over his mouth faster than light. "Don't," you hissed under your breath, your tone laced with warning. The grin beneath your palm widened mischievously. Wander mumbled something you couldn't decipher, but you knew it wasn't anything innocent.

"THAT'S IT! I'VE OFFICIALLY LOST IT!" The skeleton screeched, flailing in his chair like an overgrown toddler. "You—YOU—how can YOU be dating the biggest do-gooder in the galaxy?!"

"Technically," you mused, removing your hand from Wander's face, "I'm dating the cutest do-gooder in the galaxy." You gave the man in question a quick pinch on the cheek, earning a delighted giggle from the little orange menace.

And so your boyfriend leaned into the camera, squinting as if he couldn't quite see Hater properly. "Aw, Hatey, ya got a little somethin'—" he gestured vaguely at his own mouth "—right there. Oh, wait, that's just yer face!"

Awesome wheezed so hard he fell out of his chair. Hater screamed, louder than any hyperspace explosion.

Meanwhile, Kragthar's frozen feed continued to blink ominously in the background, an unintentional metaphor for the utter absurdity that had become your evening.

But then Hater's meltdown reached a fever pitch as he jabbed his skeletal finger at the screen. "GET HIM OFF MY SCREEN! I CAN'T TAKE IT! I'M GONNA LOSE MY—"

Before he could finish, a small, distinctly familiar figure popped into a brand-new window on the call. Bob, one of Hater's Watchdogs, blinked his single red eye innocently. "Uh, is this the meeting Commander Peepers set up for us soldiers?" His high-pitched voice crackled through, distorted slightly by his outdated microphone.

"WHO DARES?! WHAT THE—GET OUT OF HERE!" The overlord shrieked, flinging his bony arms around like he could swat the screen. His lime-green eyes burned brighter, their glow stuttering with his frazzled internet connection. "THIS ISN'T FOR YOU! YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING!"

"Oh, my bad, my bad!" Bob stammered, hands raised apologetically. But before he could click out of the meeting, two more Watchdog windows popped up.

"Wait, Bob, are you in the Peepers meeting?" one Watchdog asked, tilting his head quizzically. "I thought it was supposed to be a video conference," another chimed in, their audio cutting in and out like a bad radio signal.

"GET OUT!" Hater bellowed, his entire skull vibrating with frustration. "I DON'T CARE WHERE YOU GO—JUST NOT HERE!"

But it was too late.

Like an unstoppable domino effect, Watchdog windows began multiplying across the screen. They filled every available space, little cyclopean heads popping in with confused expressions, echoing queries of "Is this the meeting?" and "What's going on?" And within moments, the chaos reached its peak. Some of them began discovering the filters and effects, their tiny faces morphing into sparkly cat ears, rainbow overlays, and inexplicable pirate hats. One even activated a setting that turned their screen into a shimmering underwater paradise, complete with bubbles.

Wander clapped his hands gleefully, leaning closer to the screen. "Hey there, Wally! Oh, and there's Pip! Oh golly, how've ya been, Scoots? Ooh, nice filter, Zeke! You're lookin' sharp!"

Hater twitched violently as his arch-nemesis greeted every single soldier by name. The lag caused his image to freeze, leaving him stuck in a pose disturbingly similar to The Thinker. His skeletal chin rested thoughtfully on one fist, right next to Kragthar's perpetually frozen, unflattering frame. The juxtaposition made it look like the skeleton was silently judging a piece of avant-garde art.

Emperor Awesome's laughter rang out again as he pointed at the screen, tears streaming from his black shark eyes. "Hater! Bro! You look like you're contemplating the meaning of life over there! Oh, man, this is rich!"

"GET ME OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE!" Hater's voice finally broke through, though his video feed remained stuck. He sounded like he was on the verge of shattering into a thousand angry pieces. "WHY DO THEY HAVE FILTERS?! WHO LET THEM TOUCH THE SETTINGS?!"

One Watchdog with a starry galaxy background piped up cheerfully, "I dunno, sir, but this is awesome!"

"No, it's not!" He yelled back, his lagging audio dragging out the last word into an embarrassing robotic whine.

Meanwhile, Wander was fully absorbed in his reunion tour, waving at every single Watchdog who popped up. You couldn't help but laugh as he adjusted his position, now sitting cross-legged on the bed with the covers barely clinging to your dignity. Every cheer and greeting from the helper seemed to amplify Hater's rage to catastrophic levels.

And through it all, Kragthar's window remained frozen, his double-chin glory unbothered by the chaos erupting around him.

After a while, Wander let out a happy sigh, wrapping his arms snugly around your torso as he nestled against you like the world’s most cheerful barnacle. His expression was pure bliss, his wide, innocent grin showcasing just how thoroughly satisfied he was—not just from your “pre-meeting activities” but from the sheer joy of now having an audience to torment Hater in front of. For Wander, it was like hitting the universal jackpot.

“Boy howdy, darlin’,” he cooed, his Southern drawl warm and syrupy. “A good tumble and a good laugh? You really do spoil me!” He punctuated the statement with a loud, playful smooch on your cheek, making your lollipop almost tumble from your lips for the second time that night.

Hater’s scream was instantaneous.

“GET YOUR DISGUSTING LOVE STUFF OFF MY SCREEN! THIS IS A PROFESSIONAL MEETING!”

Wander grinned, leaning lazily against you. “Aw, Hatey, you’re just jealous ‘cause you ain’t got anyone to smooch on! Don't worry, love will find ya, buddy!” He fluttered his eyelashes dramatically, eliciting a furious screech from the skeleton that was so loud, several Watchdogs in the windows visibly flinched.

But desperate to regain some semblance of control, Hater stabbed at his console, his bony fingers jamming buttons with reckless abandon. Unfortunately, his efforts backfired spectacularly. Kragthar’s frozen feed suddenly unfroze (how it was connected in any way nobody knew), his frame jolting to life—only for his camera to flip completely upside down. Now, the hulking, flaming villain appeared to be dangling from the top of the screen, his face twisting in confused annoyance.

“WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?!” The flaming villain bellowed, his voice booming as his tusked face swung wildly close to the upside-down lens. The pink flames around him flickered comically as he tried to correct his position, succeeding only in making himself look like a villainous bat clinging to the screen’s edge.

Awesome completely lost it. His laughter was so uncontrollable that he fell out of frame entirely, the sound of his chair toppling over barely audible through his gasping wheezes. “This… is… the BEST MEETING EVER!” he managed between gulps of air, his silhouette occasionally flailing as he fought to stand back up.

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” Hater howled, slamming his fists on his console. His frozen feed remained stuck in “The Thinker” pose, which only added to the absurdity of his impotent rage. “Watchdogs, GET OUT! ALL OF YOU, GET OUT!”

The Watchdogs panicked, their screens erupting into frantic activity as dozens of them tried to exit the call simultaneously. The result was a technological nightmare of body parts: close-ups of Watchdog butts, feet, elbows, and other awkward angles flooded the screen as they fumbled with their devices. One window briefly displayed a Watchdog’s lightning-bolt helmet bouncing as he tripped over something off-screen. Another window zoomed in uncomfortably close on a single eye, the pupil darting in all directions in a state of pure terror.

“LEAVE! LEAVE! I DON’T WANNA SEE YOUR BUTTS!” Their boss screamed, his voice cracking like a broken speaker. “WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BUTTS?!”

Why indeed.

Wander was giggling so hard now that tears streamed down his furry orange cheeks. He tightened his grip around you, burying his face against your neck as he cackled. “Oh, Hatey,” he gasped, his voice muffled. “You sure know how to throw a party! Maybe Awesome’s not the only one with ‘vibes,’ huh?”

“WANDER!” Hater screeched. His fury was palpable, even through the ridiculous frozen pose he remained trapped in. “GET OFF MY SCREEN! GET OFF MY—”

“Whoopsie-doodle!” The nomad interrupted cheerfully, reaching toward your camera and tilting it slightly, booping one of the buttons with his fuzzy finger. Now, Hater’s frozen, contemplative image sat directly next to Kragthar’s upside-down chaos, creating an accidental tableau that looked like Hater was thoughtfully judging Kragthar’s bat-like acrobatics.

“Perfect composition,” Wander said with an exaggerated artistic air, nodding approvingly. “You should hang this in your art gallery, Hatey.”

The skeleton’s scream reached a decibel level so high it could probably shatter glass.

But with the Watchdogs finally gone, the chaos levels dropped from apocalyptic to merely disastrous. Hater was still frozen on-screen in his “The Thinker” pose, but his voice had returned, though strained and wheezing like an overworked hovercraft. He took a deep, unnecessary breath and growled, “Okay… okay. They’re gone. I can almost pretend this isn’t the worst meeting of my life.”

You, smirking behind your lollipop, raised a hand placatingly. “Don’t worry, Hater. I’ll keep Wander behaved.” You patted the hatless head of your boyfriend, earning a delighted nuzzle that screamed anything but behaved.

Hater’s jaw visibly clenched. “As I was saying,” he began, his tone low and simmering with suppressed rage, “about the dibs on Planet Gronko—”

A new screen suddenly popped up, overtaking half the feed.

Because of course.

The dark, blurry image of a hunched figure materialized, his ancient, wrinkled green face squinting at the camera as though it were a malevolent spirit. It was Mandrake the Malfeasant, and he looked as confused and technologically inept as ever.

“By the void, what in tarnation is this?” The old man croaked, his raspy voice thick with confusion and phlegm. He leaned forward, his beady eyes magnified grotesquely by his glasses. “Is this blasted contraption on? Hrmph! Took me half an eon to figure it out, but I won’t let some puny gadget outsmart me!”

Hater’s entire skeletal frame visibly sagged in despair. “No… no, not again… Mandrake, this is the seventeenth time—”

Mandrake cut him off with a hacking cough that sounded like a dying engine. He clutched his chest dramatically, wheezing so violently it looked like he might keel over. “It’s fine!” he rasped between coughs, waving off the concern that no one offered. “This old villain’s still got plenty of steam in him! Nothing—cough, cough—nothing can take me down. Not even… that dreaded Batman!”

Wander’s nonexistent ears perked up, his mouth twitching with suppressed giggles. “Batman?” he echoed, his wide grin growing impossibly wider. “Golly, Mandrake, I don’t think—”

But the villain squinted harder at the screen, his focus zeroing in on Kragthar’s frozen, upside-down feed. The pink flames flickered eerily, and the angle made Kragthar look like he was yelling insults at the camera.

“Blast it all, there he is!” Mandrake shouted, pointing a trembling finger at the screen. “That caped crusader finally found me! I won’t be rattled by you, Batman! Not today, not ever!”

“Kragthar,” Hater said through gritted teeth. “That’s Kragthar.”

Mandrake ignored him entirely, his frail body trembling with a mix of fear and righteous indignation. “I’ve faced foes far more terrifying than you, Dark Knight! You think your tricks can work on me? Ha! I was born in the shadows!” His triumphant declaration was promptly interrupted by another coughing fit so intense it nearly knocked his glasses off.

The skeleton buried his skeletal face in his hands. “I can’t do this. I cannot do this.”

Emperor Awesome, who had finally recovered enough to sit upright, was once again losing it. His wheezing laughter echoed through the call, loud and obnoxious. “Yo, Hater! You can’t even handle a retiree! This is priceless!”

Meanwhile, Wander gave a cheerful wave to Mandrake. “Mr. Malfeasant! Long time, no see! Boy, you sure look spry today!”

“Spry?!” The old evil-dooer barked, his ancient voice rattling like a rusty chain. “I’ll show you spry! Just wait ‘til I—” His tirade ended with another near-death coughing fit, this one so violent you wondered if he might actually keel over on camera.

Amid the chaos, Kragthar’s frozen feed remained resolutely upside-down, his expression twisted into eternal indignation. The juxtaposition of his fiery rage and Mandrake’s obliviousness was enough to send Awesome tumbling off his chair again, laughing so hard it sounded like he was choking on his own tongue.

Hater finally snapped. “MANDRAKE, GET OFF THIS CALL BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY DIE ON SCREEN!”

Mandrake hacked out a weak laugh. “Heh, you wish, Hater. This old dog’s got plenty of fight left! And as for you, Batman—” He pointed dramatically at Kragthar’s frozen feed. “You can’t stop me, no matter what tricks you pull!”

The self-proclaimed 'greatest in the galaxy' slammed his fists against his console, his patience teetering on the brink of obliteration. “MANDRAKE, YOU’RE TALKING TO KRAGTHAR, NOT BATMAN! HE DOESN’T EVEN WEAR A CAPE! GET OFF THE CALL BEFORE YOU GIVE ME A MIGRAINE!”

But the other villain just adjusted his glasses with a shaky hand, his face leaning so close to the camera that only his wrinkled green nose filled the screen. “Nice try, Hater. I know when I’m being tricked! Batman’s sneaky, but I’m sneakier! You think you can—” Whatever he was about to say was cut off by the most ear-piercing wheeze yet, a coughing fit so violent it shook his entire screen. His ancient body spasmed as though a ghost were trying to escape him, his hacking loud enough to drown out Awesome’s relentless laughter in the background.

“Somebody get him a glass of water!” Wander exclaimed, clutching his own chest as if he were about to cough in sympathy. “Golly, Mr. Malfeasant, you sound like you swallowed a tumbleweed! You alright?”

Mandrake waved a dismissive hand, his voice rasping like sandpaper on steel. “I’m fine! Fine, I say! Nothing can—cough—nothing can take me down!”

“Kragthar’s flames could,” Awesome quipped, wiping tears from his eyes as he finally dragged himself upright. “Man’s been frozen for half the meeting, and he’s still more intimidating than you, grandpa.”

As if on cue, Kragthar’s screen flickered, momentarily unfreezing to reveal his hulking form glaring upside-down at the camera. The angle made him look like he was mid-roar, his tusks casting wild shadows across his face. Then, just as quickly, the feed froze again, preserving him in all his furious, upside-down glory.

“Oh, Neptune, he’s a masterpiece!” Awesome cackled, slapping his knee. “Hater, you gotta sell tickets to these meetings. I’d pay good money for this kind of comedy.”

“THIS ISN’T COMEDY!” Hater shrieked, his frozen image still stuck in “The Thinker” pose. “I’M SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS!”

Mandrake, oblivious to everything, jabbed a gnarled finger at Kragthar’s frozen screen. “You hear me, Batman? You don’t scare me! Come at me with all you’ve got, you pointy-eared punk!” He let out a hacking laugh, his frail body trembling with misplaced triumph.

The skeleton groaned, dragging his skeletal hands down his face. “Why do I even try? This was supposed to be a simple meeting. A SIMPLE MEETING!”

“And now it’s an absolute hoot!” Wander chirped, grinning ear to ear as he gave you a squeeze. “Ain’t it great, darlin’? All our favorite folks in one place! Even Mr. Kragthar’s lookin’ dapper upside-down like that.”

Kragthar’s perpetually furious expression stared unblinkingly from his frozen feed, his pink flames flickering like angry neon signs. The juxtaposition of his intimidating form and Mandrake’s nonsensical rambling was almost too much.

“Mandrake,” Hater said, his voice eerily calm, like a storm ready to break. “If you don’t leave this meeting in the next five seconds, I will personally—”

But before he could finish, Mandrake’s screen jolted violently, his camera flipping upside-down to match Kragthar’s. The sudden shift sent Mandrake into a frenzy, his glasses sliding down his nose as he scrambled to right himself. “WHAT IN THE VOID IS THIS SORCERY?! HE’S HACKING ME! BATMAN’S HACKING ME!”

Awesome fell out of frame again, his howling laughter echoing like a siren.

You leaned back against Wander, who was practically vibrating with joy. “I gotta admit,” you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement, “this is the most entertaining villain meeting I’ve ever attended.”

Wander nodded vigorously. “Best. Day. EVER!”

Hater’s scream reverberated through the call, his frozen image glaring like a tortured art piece as he yelled, “THIS IS THE WORST MEETING OF MY LIFE!”

And, of course, Mandrake’s upside-down feed cut back in just long enough for him to cough so hard you thought he might seriously keel over before the meeting could end.

Chaos truly reigned supreme.

So then you cleared your throat, straightened up, and tapped the edge of your lollipop against your teeth in mock seriousness. Chaos erupted in every corner of the meeting call: Mandrake wheezing upside-down, Kragthar frozen mid-insult like a bat-themed statue, and Awesome howling so hard in laughter that he was practically a full-time tumbleweed. But you? You were a professional villain, and it was high time someone acted like it.

“Right,” you said, leaning forward and glaring at Hater’s frozen feed with all the gravity you could muster. “About those dibs on Planet Gronko…”

Wander perked up beside you, his grin widening. “Oh, darlin’, this is the good part! Tell ‘em how you’re gonna take it all sneaky-like!” He rested his chin on your shoulder, his expression equal parts mischievous and supportive. “Y’know, right before I foil it!”

You swatted his head lightly, though the affection was evident. “No foiling. We’re conquering today, not playing sabotage.”

“Aw, sugar, I’m just sayin’,” He cooed, his tone dripping with honeyed sweetness. “Wouldn’t it be more fun if we, oh, I dunno, turned Gronko into a picnic planet instead? Blanket under the stars, some pie… maybe a little banjo music…” His eyes twinkled as he looked at you, like he was proposing the most innocent idea in the universe. “We could even invite Hater! He loves food!”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Hater’s voice blasted through the call, though his image remained resolutely frozen. “You’re NOT turning my dibs into some lame picnic planet!”

You ignored him, keeping your tone measured. “As I was saying, Hater, Planet Gronko is officially mine. No question. It’s got everything: untapped resources, strategic placement, and a prime location for dramatic evil monologues.”

“It’s got terrible parking!” The skeleton barked, clearly desperate to regain some control. “And it smells like sulfur!”

“Sulfur smells like victory,” you deadpanned, twirling your lollipop like a villainous scepter. “And as the superior conqueror, I’m claiming it.”

Wander gasped in mock admiration, his hands clasping together dramatically before he started fawning himself with one of them. “Oh, sugar, I love it when you talk all evil! Makes my heart go pitter-patter!”

“Stop encouraging her!” Hater snarled, though his static-laden voice crackled more than thundered. “You’re supposed to be the good guy, remember?!”

“Oh, I’m good all right,” Wander replied with a wink, leaning further into you. “Good at foiling plans, good at spreading cheer, and good at smoochin’ my girl after a successful thwart.” He gave you a quick peck on the cheek, eliciting a furious groan from the skeleton.

Mandrake’s voice wheezed back into the conversation. “Hold on… hold on…” His upside-down feed trembled violently as he fiddled with his camera. “Did someone say smooches? I’ll have you know, back in my day, I was quite the ladies’—COUGH, COUGH—ladies’ man…”

“Mandrake, NO ONE CARES!” Hater roared, his patience fracturing into microscopic pieces. “CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS?!”

You smirked, watching as the oldest villain in the meeting accidentally flipped his feed sideways, now giving the impression that he was reclining on a chaise lounge. “Look, Hater,” you said, feigning sympathy. “I get it. You want to stake a claim. But let’s be honest—my dibs are non-negotiable.”

“You can’t just—!” He started, but a loud clattering noise interrupted him as Awesome’s chair gave out entirely.

“Oh, sorry, Hater!” Awesome chimed in, clearly not sorry in the slightest. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your frozen face judging Kragthar like a bad art critic.”

The overlord screeched incoherently, his lagging feed stuttering so badly that his voice sounded like a possessed Speak & Spell. Meanwhile, Wander tilted his head, watching you with the expression of a smug cat. “So, uh, honey bun,” he said, his voice dripping with faux innocence. “Just how you gonna conquer Gronko, huh? Big evil speech? Giant death ray? Ooh, I love the classics!”

“I haven’t decided yet,” you replied smoothly. “But don’t get any ideas about ruining it.”

Your fuzzy boyfriend gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “Ruin it? Never! Why, I’ll be there right alongside ya! Maybe…” His smile turned impish. “Maybe with a little picnic basket on the side.”

“I hate this meeting,” Hater muttered, his frozen image somehow managing to look more miserable as chaos erupted again.

But then, as if the skeleton's brain started buffering in the middle of the whole situation, still frozen in the same pose of course, his voice broke through the chaos like a badly-tuned holo-radio. “You know what? I’ve had it. I can’t take it anymore!” His green eyes blazed in fury, his tone reaching a level of incredulity that threatened to implode the entire meeting.

“What… WHAT were you even doing with him before the meeting?!”

The room—or rather, the intergalactic hellscape of video feeds—went dead silent for half a second. Even Mandrake paused his upside-down rambling, his gnarled finger hovering mid-point. Awesome gasped audibly, his sharp teeth flashing as his face disappeared from the screen, likely from another fit of laughter. Kragthar, perpetually frozen and upside-down, seemed to silently echo Hater’s confusion with his distorted, roaring grimace.

Wander perked up like a puppy that had just been offered a treat, his wide, innocent grin bright enough to light a black hole. “Oh, you mean before the meeting?” he asked, his tone chipper and completely oblivious to the bomb he was about to drop. “Well, Hatey, you know how it is! Just spendin’ some quality time with my sweetie here, gettin’… acquainted.” He emphasized the word with a waggle of his eyebrows, snuggling closer to you like a cat claiming its territory.

Hater’s jaw unhinged.

“ACQUAINTED?!” His voice cracked, his static-laden screech rattling through the speakers. “What does that even mean?!”

You tried—tried—to suppress the grin tugging at your lips as you twirled the lollipop between your fingers. “Let’s just say, Hater, that Wander and I were… busy.” Your voice was velvety smooth, laced with a subtle mischief that only added fuel to the already raging fire.

“Busy?” The skeleton squawked, his skull practically vibrating from frustration. “What does that mean?! Were you… playing cards? Building a spaceship? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY BUSY?!”

“Oh, Hatey,” Wander said with a chuckle, resting his head against your shoulder. “It’s like when you cuddle with Captain Tim, but, uh, with a li’l more pizzazz!” His innocent smile and dreamy expression were perfectly at odds with the absolute havoc he was causing.

Hater froze—mentally, this time, not just technologically. “More pizzazz? I DON’T UNDERSTAND!” His hands flailed at the screen, his lightning-bolt horns jiggling wildly. “WHY IS THIS SO CONFUSING?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”

Mandrake, still upside-down and utterly unhelpful, cleared his throat, sending a raspy wheeze through the feed. “Ah, the mysteries of youth,” he mused, as if he were waxing poetic. “I remember the days when I had pizzazz. And Star-bella that ol' rascal! Why, we once—”

“MANDRAKE, SHUT UP!” Hater screamed, slamming his fists down with enough force to rattle his console. “THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU! THIS IS ABOUT THEM!”

“Aw, Hatey, no need to get all worked up!” The nomad said soothingly, his tone completely oblivious to the fact that it was doing the opposite. “I mean, sure, we had some fun, but now we’re here! With you! Ain’t that great?”

“No! No, it’s NOT GREAT!” Hater’s voice hit a decibel level that made you instinctively wince. His frozen face glared daggers at the screen, as if he could physically reach through and strangle Wander. “Why are you like this?! Why is everything like this?! And WHY do you keep… doing… things?!”

Wander tilted his head thoughtfully, as if the answer were the simplest thing in the galaxy. “Because I love her!” he declared, throwing his arms wide and beaming at you like you were the stars themselves.

Hater’s skeletal hands clenched into trembling fists. “THAT’S IT! MEETING OVER!” His voice cracked like a thunderclap as he jabbed wildly at his console. “I CAN’T TAKE IT! I’M ENDING THIS FOR EVERYONE! EVERYONE!”

Before you could respond, the screen flickered. One by one, every feed blinked out: Kragthar, Mandrake, Awesome (who was wheezing uncontrollably in his seat), and finally, Hater himself.

The room was suddenly quiet, save for the faint hum of your spaceship’s engine. Wander blinked, staring at the now-blank screen. “Huh,” he said thoughtfully, scratching his chin.

...

“Wonder why he didn’t do that earlier?” He arched one eyebrow.

You couldn’t help it. The laughter bubbled out of you, spilling into the room as Wander joined in, his delighted giggles filling the space. “Because,” you managed between laughs, “this is Hater we’re talking about. Chaos is part of his brand.”

He leaned in, planting a noisy kiss on your cheek. “Golly, I sure do love chaos,” he said with a grin. “Almost as much as I love you!”

You rolled your eyes fondly, tossing your lollipop onto the nightstand. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Wander replied, snuggling against you like a satisfied cat.

And, honestly? He wasn’t wrong.

But the laughter eventually subsided, leaving the room wrapped in a comfortable silence, save for the ambient hum of your ship and the galaxy streaking past your window. Your sweet boyfriend was still nestled against you, his arms looped lazily around your waist, his expression content. His floppy green hat sat proudly on the nightstand next to your discarded lollipop, a quiet testament to the chaos that had unfolded—and the even greater chaos that had preceded it. You ran a hand through his fur, leaning back into the mound of mismatched pillows that took up half the bed. “Well, that was something,” you murmured, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Sure was, sweetie-pie,” He agreed, his voice soft but brimming with delight. He tilted his head up, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But, uh… I was thinkin’...”

“Oh no,” you said immediately, narrowing your eyes. “Every time you ‘think,’ I end up with bruises and hickeys in weird places.”

“That’s part of the fun!” he chirped, sitting up with sudden enthusiasm. His wide grin stretched across his face as he waved his hands excitedly. “Now hear me out, darlin’. I was readin’ this book about star-crane origami, right? And it got me thinkin’ about somethin’ called the ‘Lunar Fold.’ It’s kinda like that thing we tried in the torture room last month, remember?”

Your eyebrows shot up, and you let out a startled laugh. “Oh, you mean the time we accidentally triggered the electric agony rack mid-session and fried half the circuits in the ship?”

“Yup!” Wander said cheerfully, his eyes twinkling. “But don’t you worry, this one’s way safer! I promise there won’t be any accidental zappin’. Probably.”

“‘Probably?’” you repeated, giving him a skeptical look. “That’s not exactly reassuring, Hornball.”

He waved a dismissive hand, scooting closer and resting his chin on your shoulder. “C’mon, darlin’, trust me! I’ve been workin’ out the angles in my head, and I just know the Lunar Fold’s gonna be the bee’s knees. Way better than the ‘Upside-Down Intergalactic Pretzel,’ that’s for sure.”

You stared at him, torn between amusement and exasperation. “You named it that after we nearly dislocated everything.”

“Exactly! Which is why the Lunar Fold’s so much better!” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Less bendy, more… starry. And I’ll be real gentle this time, promise.”

Your lips quirked up in a smirk as you leaned back, meeting his gaze. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I’m lucky you love me,” he corrected, nuzzling your neck with a grin that was far too sweet for the absolute chaos he always brought to your life.

With one quick motion, he hopped up onto his knees, his excitement bubbling over. “Alrighty then, sugar! Let’s get to it! The stars won’t see themselves, y’know!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you let him tug you toward the center of the bed. Chaos, mischief, and possibly questionable physics were inevitable—but with Wander, it was always an adventure worth taking.

Meanwhile, somewhere across the galaxy, Kragthar of Kraaathhh was still frozen. Only this time, it wasn’t his video feed. He stood in his villainous lair, his pink flames flickering weakly as his single, furious thought echoed into the empty silence.

“…Where did everyone go?”

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sol-consort · 6 months ago

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I Need to know how you think Salarians would react to cats

I need to know how the two best wide eyed clever bastards in existence would act with each other

Cats 🐈

[General, Alien species]

Salarians

We don't know how Salarian society views pets

Let alone keeping a mini predetor instead of a herbivore

I mean really, earth has so many safe-ish animals to pick from and humans decided to worship the ones with retractable claws and a symbiotic relationship with a parasite?

^ a salarian on their burner galactic Twitter account probably

It did fascinate their researchers, our tendency to establish bonds with various different species and adopt them into our herd

Humans have been doing it since the dawn of time

Like yeah sure they domesticed an animal or two for food and farms.

Not to mention the widespread of varren and pyjacks

But the sheer amount of pets humanity has is genuinely absurd

No one needs that many animal friends!

What do you mean you befriended the pigeons on the citadel?

A lot of theories circulate around about how this might have been one of the factors in our genetic diversities, exposing ourselves to other species microbes by living alongside them in the same housebold

Some projects are created by the salarians to help boost the quarian immune system through interactions with humanity's "friendly" animal species

It's when salarians discover the huge difference between a domesticated species and a species that chose to domesticate itself

Cats have a mind of their own and they'll let you know by slapping you with theirs paws

Claws even, if the mood strikes and you're too annoying

Especially with strangers

A lot of them can be cuddly and nice, but the lack of respect can only get you so far with a cat

They like sniffing them

The cats, they like sniffing the salarians, not the other way around

Although a good handful of salarians would attempt to sniff them back out of curiosity

Just when they think they got used to everything the cat has to offer, here comes the sandpaper tongue dragging in agonising affection across their face

But the soft fur feels heavenly against their skin

And the cats adore their extra padded frog-like fingertips when it comes to getting head scratches

The purring... oh the purring

They read so much about it, you know, watched many human vids documenting these feline species

But nothing could've prepared a salarian for the first experience of a cat nuzzling into their hand and just purring

They feel the vibrations travel upwards their limb and onto their chest, slowing down the beating of their usually fast heart rate

Even while they're working, this cat creature seems to never lose interest

Lounging on their desk next to the pile of papers, watching them move with keen eyes

The salarian feels inclined to explain what they're doing, the database they're currently updating, scanning papers, and uploading it onto the extranet servers

They know the cat can't understand them but why does it look like it's listening attentively

Taking interest in whatever item they're holding

Sniffing their omni-tool, watching the scanning process with wide pupils as if its ready to pounce onto the flashing lights

Like a switch flipping between a cuddly purring creature and an endlessly curious playful one

Until they're introduced to the cats' infamous 3am zoomies

Good thing that salarians don't sleep much

And with a perfect memory, there is no chance for the cat to trick them into a second dinner

....but it's too bad that their sad, hungry meows and starving performance seem to be twice as effective on salarian as it is on your average human

That's how the cats end up with a second dinner, a third breakfast, and an extra lunch

Listen, it's very hard to say no to those pleading eyes

Yes, they're aware they fed the cat before

Yes, they do remember feeding it with crystal clear memory

...But what if they hallucinated it?

What if the cat is telling the truth?

Lying is really tricky for salarians to spot

They have a massive bone to pick with why human children cartoons keep depicting adult cats drinking milk

That's just blatant misinformation you're sowing into your youths humans!

Something like that would never fly in a salarian children's cartoon

#tagging this type of content always perplexes me since it's not really x reader #It's just... world building #Which I DO love writing #but very unsure of what to tag it as or if there is even a legit fandom name for piece like that #they aren't about specific characters either just aliens in general yk #☆salarians #salarians #mass effect #☆galactic species #☆gen

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fluffle-writes · 11 months ago

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Alien Abduction AU - Species list + info

This is a list of the alien species and traits that I've come up with for some of the TWST characters - I mostly mushed certain animal traits together and built off of that lol. If anyone has any thoughts about my ideas then do feel free to let me know! My askbox is open for messages!

[POSTED A DRAFT BY MISTAKE - IMMA EDIT AND REBLOG THIS ONCE IT'S DONE]

Edonal

Hegehog-like aliens with a similar build to caterpillars.

Edonals are a species that is shorter by average, standing at an average height of 4'8-5'6 - although someay be taller or shorter depending on genetics.

They have eight limbs - two to four being used for walking whereas the others function as hands. Their choices on how they use their limbs can be affected by their need or desire to multitask, or the need to have extra stability for whatever reason.

Edonal communities have a mix of diurnal and nocturnal Edonals in order to maintain a smoothly running society that remains active both night and day.

Riddle, Sam

Avian

Trey (Violet-Green Swallow), Rook (Martial Eagle), Crowley (Crow)

Mairan

Butterfly or Moth-like aliens with more human-looking limbs and faces.

Mairans have eerily human-like faces and limbs, however they are often far more slender to allow their wings to lift them off of the ground. Their body - besides their wings - is protected by chitinous plating and their mouths actually open up more similarly to mandibles than human mouths.

Some species of Marian may grow soft, fluffy fur on top of their chitinous plating as an adaptation to survive colder climates or to blend in better with their surroundings.

Cater (Orange-Tipped Oakworm Moth), Vil (Mourning Cloak Butterfly), Epel (Chalk Hill Blue Butterfly)

Nelsian

Fox-like aliens with much shorter, rabbit-like, tails and stronger legs. They are also, on average, much fluffier than normal foxes unless they're adapted specifically for hot environments.

Ace (Red Fox), Kalim (Fennec Fox), Idia (Silver Fox), Ortho (Cybernetic Silver Fox)

Thesti

Canine species with a large range of appearances depending on their genetics. 'Thesti' is generally seen as an umbrella term containing many subspecies.

Deuce (Pitbull), Ruggie (Hyena), Jack (Wolf), Sebek (Cavalier King Charles Spaniel), Silver (Saluki)

Lonkat

Feline aliens with Scorpion tails and chitinous plating in some areas of the body. Lonkat Royalty is made up of those who are similar to Terran 'big cats' - whereas common society and lesser nobles are more similar to either domesticated or 'lesser cats' Such as Cheetahs or Pallas's Cats.

Leona (Lion), Trein (Persian Cat)

Chel'ir

An aquatic species that serves as an umbrella category for many subspecies.

The Chel'ir are the newest species to have joined the galactic union.

Jade, Floyd, Azul

Rilkol

Jamil

Thrican

Malleus, Sebek

Yelten

Bat-like

Lilia

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland #twst au #twisted Wonderland au #twst alien AU #twisted Wonderland Alien AU

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sketchfanda · 2 months ago

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse

Thundercat..Ho?!!

Never let it be said that Bulma wasn't one to pass up opportunity when her new space station embassy had been set up and running or as Jaco and some of the Galactic Patrol teasingly called it, the Intergalactic Bitches' Love Hotel. But hey now so what if happened to be the spot where she, 18 and 21 could arrange for Krillin to have his sexual liaisons with some fine ass hot alien bitches?! It happened to be a great method of diplomacy, just ask Blue Diamond, the Martian queen and some of those fine Asari and Quarian bitches, not to mention Caulifla and Kale!! But oh today's visitor to the legitimate establishment that she could see on the monitors was going to be quite a wild cat…both literally and figuratively.

Now according to the registry at reception, this fine specimen of a woman was, quite appropriately, named Cheetara, a native of a planet known as Thundera. Which per some data from the GP was said to be not too dissimilar to Earth, just that in this case it’s dominant sapient and sentient species was a race of humanoid feline folk and in Cheetara’s case it certainly showed. Now Bulma wasn’t a lesbian mind you but she could certainly tell and recognise what a man might see and find attractive in another woman and this Thundercat was a real work of art. The sensual quality and charisma of a super model with the fitness and tone of an Olympic track athlete and all this on top of looking like some sensual work of art from the Savannah.

So of course Bulma was anticipating quite the show to look forward to, like the dirty little voyeur she was, but of course why wouldn't she given she'd arranged for Krillin to be the feline woman's chaperone for the duration of her stay. But as always, there was just the matter of arranging the circumstances just right enough that the the shortstack stud wouldn't resist indulging in his libido with the feline stunner and she saw just the moment to make it happen. Asking Krillin to do her a solid and leave some fresh towels for Cheetara to use after she finished bathing, which he was now on his way to do so..unaware that the Capsule Corp CEO had set him up. For in fact the Thunderian was in the middle of taking a shower (disproving any idea her species having a fear of water) and was just finishing up. The voyeurist woman looking on in anticipation as the security monitor showed Krillin entering the room right as she was stepping out of the shower, naked and fully exposing herself to him....

The results were to Bulma’s liking as they played out before her eyes, shamelessly groping and playing with herself as she watched Cheetara take it doggy or rather kitty style. The feline hottie grasping and tearing the bedsheets as Krillin pumped and thrust into her deep and hard, making her furry cheeks clap and jiggle while his heavy balls smacked her clit. It had started off intense right off the bat the moment speedy car woman pounced her naked self upon him and started kissing him, having no doubt picked out the scent of arousal she stirred within him. To Bulma, it was a common reaction when it came to Krillin and beast women, no doubt their enhanced senses could pick up those distinct manly pheromones of his..

And oh was Cheetara a beast, deep moans escaping her lips as she was on the bed taking it doggy or rather wildcat style from Krillin fucking he from behind with his cock jackhammering balls deep into her. Her furry frame during with orgasmic bliss, more so as those skilled hands were either slapping her ass or reaching out to grab and squeeze her swaying tits with firm assertion of dominance. And it was pretty clear like the big cat species shared a name with, she was fast and liked it fast,given how her hips blurred as they bucked back to meet the short king’s pelvic thrusts. Juices splashing and flying as Krillin found the spotted furry babe was quite a well…Thundercat and Bulma only knew it was going to get better from here.

Orgasm after orgasm, position after position, it was quite the sexy marathon of the old horizontal tango and hot damn if Cheetara didn't show she had those feline levels of limberness and flexibility. To say nothing of how well she used her mouth or took it in that well toned furry ass of hers but she was really seeming into having Krillin cum inside of her which the Capsule Corp boss woman knew 18 would more than approve. The short king's strength and skill combined with the Thundercat's speed was sure to be quite something, that is if the sexy kitty left this encounter carrying a litter of buns in the oven.....come to think of it, did her species birth litters? That was definitely something to ask about later if she got a chance but first thing's first, she had herself a live show to enjoy....

But of course she made sure to remind herself to send a copy of the security footage to 18 later, the blonde always needed her fix and updates on how her man was doing when it came to rocking some sexy bitch's world. Plus there was no doubt the cyborg bombshell was going to want a chance to meet the Thunderan for the duration of her stay at the resort, she was no doubt going to love feeling her skin against that furry form as much as Krillin was right now. Not to mention grill her for any details about any other hot sexy pieces of ass back home who could use a little....chestnut in their love life diet. She was a woman of priorities when it came to money, sex and her man especially when it came to mixing all 3 with pleasure.

For now, no need to rush as good things come to those who wait after all since the pair showed no signs of stopping. Seems the Thundercat also had herself quite a competitive streak, curious and eager to see if her newfound alpha male would outlast her or if shed be the last one standing. Nothing was hotter than when some of Krillin's newfound sexfriends had themselves a bit of a need to challenge and have the compact stud prove his virility and prowess, really if anything it was a win-win situation. And something told Bulma that there was no doubt this little session wasn't going to be a one time only matter in the slightest.....oh how sweet it is....

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True what they say about Cannons...

Throughout the peculiar Earth of Dragonball are many strange sights and wonders but few if any have ever been proven to be more than myth and rumour. One such set of stories are that of Bandlewood and the fae like creatures who called it home, known to many as the Yordle. Like many species, Yordles tended to vary in terms of looks and appearances so no two ever looked alike and some often especially varied depending what region of the human world they tended to spend time in. One such Yordle was a feisty little pixie known as Tristana and she was not someone you wanted to cross...unless you wanted to be on the receiving end of that cannon of hers of course.

Now given this context, you might be wondering what this has to do with our compact cueball combatant and all, well you see misfits, what you’re about to learn is of another mysterious and sensual encounter during his 3 year journey training for the 23rd world martial arts tournament. Or rather the Tenkaiichi Budokai for the weebs among you, when Krillin in the midst of his travels came upon the cannon toting Yordle in battle with a hoard of beastmen bandits. Boomstick or no, Krillin was a man of such chivalry that of course he wasn’t going uou and leave a girl outnumbered by thugs like this so next thing Tristana knew, she had someone watching her back and she had to say, he was quite the looker. But she’d reflect on thst a little later, first thing’s first was some asses to kick and names to take down.

Once that was taken care of, all said and done with the hoard roughed up and tied up, the former monk and turtle school disciple and the bazooka toting Yordle had decided to be travelling companions on the road for a time since they’re in the same path for bit. Taking the time to get to know one another though of course Krillin was kept as unaware as possible about the true nature of Tristana, what she was and where exactly she came from, it certainly helped this world was naturally filled with such oddities that Yordle hardly needed to worry about standing out like sore thumbs. So far as Krillin knew, she was some sort of Pixie girl who knew how to pack and carry one hell of a boomstick….and she was quite the looker especially with some major junk in the trunk with booty cheeks that clapped like thunder with every step. He likes to try and not be too much like his horn dog of a master but this Yordle shortstack was really tempting him bad…and it’d been sometime since….before or after that encounter with Diana, he couldn’t quite recall but oh little did he know, the feelings of desire was plenty mutual in Tristana…

So of course the boomstick toting Yordle didn’t hesitate to make a move as the travelling pair settled down to rest for the night, the compact fighter cosy in his sleeping bag. Nothing but the sounds of nature and the glow of the crackling campfire as Tristana, after having played sleep possum, stood looming naked over him before sneaking in under the blanket. Kissing her way down his torso before she came upon her desired prize, anticipation running though her sexy shortstack frame as she breathed in the scent of his manhood and tugged down his boxers. Gasping in shock and awe at the sight of such length and girth, grasping it and stroking it before she assaulted it with licks and kisses, sucking and blowing on it while Krillin twitched and groaned at the sudden oral ambush in his slumber.

Naturally Tristana’s desire only escalated from there as she went from making herself suffocating in deepthroating his cock to mounting and riding him cowgirl style. Her quite bubbly, bodacious asscheeks capping and jiggling while she struggled to hold back her moans, Krillin all too soon cracking his sleepy eyes open to the sight of the naked Yordle shortstack impaling herself on his dick. Of course the short king assumed he was just having a very vivid wet dream of the lucid variety and simply went along with grasping her hips as he started to pump and thrust to meet her rodeo riding motions with deep, hard and fast jackhammering piston strokes. Much to the cannon toting Yordle girl’s delight as pink glowing hearts of lust formed in her eyes while orgasmic ecstasy surged through her body like a whole different kind of magic…..

All throughout the night, the shortstack duo’s lust and passion burned as hot and bright if not more so than their campfire which served as white noise to their ongoing rut. The Yordle hottie relishing being held in the embrace of the chromedome fighter’s strong yet gentle arms and his hands exploring and touching her body intimately while his shaft continued to pound and hammer into her deep and hard, her womb tingling in eager anticipation. Could she get pregnant from a human she had to wonder, and well there was only one sure fire way to find out as Tristana felt the bliss and ecstasy of him finally cumming inside her. The first but certainly not last orgasms he was going to give her that’s for sure, she knew this mea cannon was locked, loaded and still ready to go…

By the time the morning sun had finally risen and nature chimed in with cicada and cricket chirps along with birds tweeting, Krillin was puzzled and perplexed to find himself waking up alone. Albeit naked and his crotch all sticky with his cock and balls feeling like they'd been nearly drained dry and no sign of Tristana. He'd started to wonder had that all just been a dream after all, since a girl like her could've only been from such until he saw a note left nearby signed by her. Sealed with a lipstick kiss mark to boot as it read that something urgent came up back home and she promised to hope to meet him again someday, sooner or later while thanking him for a wonderful time last night. Making the fighter in training blush as it became all too clear that had indeed not been all just a very vivid and lucid wet dream....

Tristana meanwhile was making her way to find a portal back to Bandle city and the Bandle tree, humming a happy little tune to herself. She felt so energized, thinking Krillin's erotic love must've fueled her while wondering and hoping she might've gotten knocked up. Plus she was eager to share some details with some of her fellow Yordle lady friends....now that she thought about it, she had a feeling Poppy would love to meet the guy. After all he was sure to be the hammer girl's "Destined Hero", given what he was packing between his legs and all. Aaaand it never hurt to be extra sure that a Yordle girl and a human guy could have a kid together.....

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Who got Spirit?!

Marron's campus was quite an exotic array of young ladies among her fellow co-eds, the sort of girls who seriously hit the jackpot on puberty and were surely only ever going to get better with age. Bonnie Rockweller, a member of the cheer squad, was certainly no exception to this and ooh didn't she know it, giving off a vibe like your typical alpha bitch queen bee like out of one those cliche teen movies. The sort of body that made men want her and women want to be her, even some women wanted her but give her a chance and she'd destroy your social life. Yet Bonnie had herself a little bit of a secret, one she'd sooner see Hell freeze over for than to ever let it be public knowledge.

Bonnie, you see, had herself a type and in this case, her type was a man like Don Juan Sanchez, yes she watched Double Z porn, don't judge her, she has needs. If guys can enjoy porn to get off to then girls certainly can do so too and just something about that rugged short king really did it for her. By all accounts, he was a runt and had a personality akin to a dweeb, a loser and yet...he was built like an absolute unit and that cock, good lord how could such a shorty be packing such a slab of meat between his legs. God how many sleepless nights had resulted the wet dreams she had of Don Juan Sanchez making her a woman, ruining her for any and all other men as only a stud like him could.

Which might be how and why she went and made the move she did one fine day but she couldn’t help herself, it was like opportunity presented itself for her to seize it. It was an afternoon game between their school’s girls basketball team against one of their regular rivals and as she and the cheer squad were leading the crowd on to support and rouse team spirit when she caught sight of….him, among the crowd. Marron’s folks were there to cheer their daughter on (she was part of the team) and Krillin had stood out like a sore thumb yet the moment she laid eyes upon him, something just clicked in her brain as she visualised him sporting a familiar beard, set of shades and a dragon tattoo. As if somehow, the guy could easily and effortlessly pass off as Don Juan himself, the fact the family name was also Sanchez was too good to be true and yet….Bonnie couldn’t help but go along with the temptation caused by days to weeks of pent up desire…

So of course the queen bee decided to make her move during half time as she followed the somehow both cute and handsome short guy while he made his way to the restroom. Waiting until he finished his business, she hid in the gym equipment storage shed, she reached out to grab and pull him inside, ambushing him with a sloppy, deep kiss. She couldn’t help but feel like she was playing out a real porno fantasy, her arousal only increasing the shocked short king suddenly seemed to get into it, returning the make-out as she moaned feeling his hands grab and squeeze her well toned, bubble butt. Gasping in sensual awe and delight as Krillin showed off quite the strength in his small frame by hoisting her up into his arm, making her wrap her legs around him as the momentum of lust soon saw their clothes go flying off.

But oooh her fantasies had nothing on the real thrill and rush of experiencing pleasure first hand with Krillin fucking her deep, fast and hard while he pushed her flexible, limber cheer squad trained body to its absolute limits. Inches of pussy pounding, assclapping length and girth of his slab hammer sinking balls deep into her as he currently had her pinned down in a mating press. Her long, lovely toned legs performing a perfect splits as he held them by the ankles, pushing them all the way back to either side of her head at a perfect 90 degree angle while her tits pressed and rubbed against those firm pecs while she gladly and shamelessly shoved her tongue into his mouth, wanting him to take her breath away. Orgasms hitting her one after another like tidal waves crashing on the shore with the first having come right off the bat just from that bitch pleaser penetrating her as she couldn't help but mentally declare him her Daddy in any and every which sexy way that implied as her body welcomed this sex god among men ruining her for all those pathetic little babydicked wanna be Casanovas out there. This right here, this was a REAL MAN, not a child trying to play macho but an absolute unit who knew how to make a girl feel like a woman!!

But oooh as far as Bonnie was concerned, she wasn't just feeling like any woman, rather she was HIS woman, sure he was married but surely a short king stud like this was too much for one lady, right?!! Yes surely that hot blonde piece of ass would gladly let Bonnie be her beau's personal sex pet and cocksleeve, if she demanded it because the cheerleading queen bee knew for sure she was a junkie slave to this sex god and his cock!! There was no way her own toys or fingers would ever suffice, if anything she'd settle for buying herself one of those Warrior Monk things....which now that she thought about, happened to look quite a lot like Daddy Krillin...only to forget said thought as it was derailed by another orgasm, this one enhanced by him blowing his load inside her. The rush of doing it bareback and raw made all the more delicious in a way that a cheap condom would have only ruined....not that any rubber would've been able to contain this dick!!

It had felt like an hours long marathon but in fact had only just been the span of the intermission before half time ended, Bonnie amazed she could even still walk as she exited the storage room. Albeit with shaky legs, a glistening sheen to her skin and looking like her mind had been blown, Krillin following not long after as they parted ways but not before he gave her bubbly booty a little slap as thanks. making the tanned, toned queen bee eep and moan in delight at Daddy being so brutish with his property as they went back to their respective places..that is after exchanging contact details of course and something told Bonnie that this was only the start of something sexy and fun. Coming back to her cheer squad with some of her teammates wondering where she'd been and why she looked like she'd had some spiritual epiphany after being struck by lightning.

As Bonnie thought of an excuse to give, she couldn't help but let her eyes drift and wander overo to Krillin in the stands, his wife noticing as she sent a friendly wave, her face rocking a sensual smile as she blew her a sly kiss. Making her blush as it was clear that yes she knew, she liked it and there was no doubt Krillin was going to give her the juicy details later on. It made Bonnie squirm as she couldn't help but think what a threesome with her and Daddy Krillin'd be like...or better yet how sexy and hot as all fuck it'd be to have some of the cheer squad have themselves a ride. Tara for sure would be quite the cute little slut riding on that cock....oooh the possibilities.....

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That’s a whole lotta cow!!

Now Krillin wasn’t sure who was responsible for what he was seeing before him because honestly, he had more than one possible suspect to think of. It was certainly 5050 on whether or not it was either ZigZag or 18 who arranged this because of course this was something they would go and do. Oh wait, right, you’re all probably wondering what I’m talking about, well you see, our resident warrior monk happened to be on his lunch break and lo and behold, what does he find when he comes to his dressing room? A naked bovine woman laying on her front with a sushi spread set and laid out along her backside, idly kicking her cloven feet while she idly licked and sucked on a lollipop.

it was quite a shocker to say the least as the cowgirl, seemingly nonchalant about the reaction she causing him to have, looked his way in a sultry deadpan manner and introduced herself as Cream & Chocolate. Handing him a card which simply read “Enjoy yourself an afternoon treat on me, handsome. Signed your biggest fan” which of course only did so much to narrow down the suspects list in his head. Now he wasn’t sure if any or everyone at Double Z studios partook in eating sushi off of a naked woman but whoever was responsible for this clearly wanted him to enjoy this…and he was hardly ever one to turn down a gift as spicy and generous as this one was. And CC was certainly quite the looker, her subtle body language urging snd compelling him to come on over and enjoy what she had to offer….

So there he sat on the couch, chopstick working away at making sure not a single scrap of fish or rice remained and with every inch of her backside exploded, his temptation rose. Such a professional looker so clearly used to this kinky line of work, her body so alluring and inviting. Every sensual gasp and quiet moan from her muzzle so soft, so responsive to his touch and the occasional poke and prod of his chopsticks and that ass alone was just begging for attention. Much so that before he knew it, he found himself kneeling behind her and prying those meaty Booty cheeks apart, exposing her luscious pink pussy lip and that sweet pucker and pressing his face right against it to taste and smell it….making it clear at this point that his libido decided he needed and wanted more than just sushi for lunch.

The bovine beauty certainly wasn't complaining especially if her moans were anything to go by, gently squeezing her thighs against that chromedome head of his to show she was enjoying the attention. Her arousal increasing as she found his quite talented tongue rimming her and eating out her pussy as she felt spots she didn't know she had being hit. She'd not usually entertained a human guy but for a cute yet handsome little guy like this, first time for everything as they say and goddamn was she feeling so turned on right now. If anything she wondered and hoped his dick would be as good if not better than his tongue.....

The answer moments later was a massive, resounding YES as C&C was now moaning with deep, orgasmic ecstasy flowing from her lips while Krillin pumped and thrust inches of his shaft balls deep into the slippery, wet folds of her desire. Laying still flat front on the table as her legs crossed and draped around the short king's waist as he mounted atop her and fucked her in the prone bone postion, her meaty bubbly asscheeks cushioning the impact of his blurring, jackhammering pelvis. Those booty buns clapping and jiggling with the delicious rhythm of primal passion and desire before Krillin could no longer contain himself any longer as he reached out to grab and squeeze her luscious tits, so firm and filled with delicious milk as he wondered how good they'd taste. To say nothing of how how receptive she was to his attention given she hardly resisted his impulsive urge to fuck her and rut her in such ways that'd ensure bulls of her species would be rightfully put to shame....

Now being the professional working girl that she was, C&C wasn't normally one for getting any sort of attachment with her clients, they got her, ate their fill and if it happened to get as far as eating her out and going all the way? That was just a bonus but this bald hairless monkey boy was proving to be an exception to her personal rule because goddamn she must've died and gone to Heaven to be having a lay this good!! The bovine babe finding herself flat on her back on the smooth mahogany surface as wrapped her legs around Krillin's waist while he continued to fuck her deep, fast and hard with full sexual force. Her pleasure enhanced by Double Z's resident human short king helping himself to her hypnotically bouncing tits as he latched his mouth on to suckle them, finding her milk was even more delicious than he'd imagined which of course had the affect of further enticing him to rock her world......

So lost in their own little world were they that Krillin wasn't paying attention to keeping aware of his surroundings, to be precise that is, in particular the presence of ZigZag and Tina Lynx right outside the dressing room door. The boss lady and her ever reliable assistant slash bestie with benefits peeping through the opening as they got themselves a good view of their human star enjoying his specially ordered lunch. Sometimes just seeing the fun like this in as close as they could be rather than just the screen of a security monitor, it was just a distinct flavour of voyeurism especially when C&C's deep throated moans were such a melody to hear alongside her juicy asscheeks getting clapped. The Tiger-Skunk hybrid's brain running with ideas for having these 2 do some scenes and shoots together because quite frankly, that cow had talent and charisma much too good to be just a glorified living sushi platter......

Plus she was sure she could be easy to persuade with the enticing offer of getting that short king stud to fuck her good and proper sooner rather than later. The anticipation was making her tingle though not as much as resident Double Z security chief Vera Noyce was feeling as she herself was watching this lewd lunchtime rut in the security room. The noir furred feline's horny on main brain running wild with fantasies about getting her own turn with that studly hairless monkey boy as she jilled herself off nice and firm with her own nightstick baton. Seriously where were guys like this back when she was a penitentiary warden, the sexy inmate bitches they could've disciplined together!!!

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Foxy Lady

As the personal assistant to Chloe Sinclaire, Persephone was no stranger to her employer and her sensual whims let alone indulging in them with her on a very personal, intimate level. So of course when the kinky skunk woman had told her to enjoy some quality time with their current VIP in Krillin, she hardly thought of saying no and refusing her suggestion. After all, she'd seen the security footage of him and his encounters with Chloe and Friday respectively so of course she was gladly up for the task especially after the sleepless nights she had, jilling off to it. Now was her chance to make her kinky fantasies a reality as she made her way in over to the VIP guest room, seemingly professional as ever yet tingling with anticipation deep down.

Soon as she stood before the door, she’d knocked politely and waited for an answer but no response so far, which was curious to say the least. He should’ve been in there while his wife and kid were currently enjoying the luxuries Sinclaire Global’s island base had to offer for guests so the Vulpine secretary opted to let herself in using her all access pass, a handy skeleton key for situations like this. Little knowing that inviting herself in like this would give a real surprise and quite the opportunity to seize for you see, the reason Krillin hadn’t answered the door was because he’d been busy showering soon as he woke up. So of course he wasn’t aware he had company as he exited the bathroom, drying off his head as he had a towel wrapped around his waist only to pause as he and Persephone caught sight of each other.

not a wof was said between the two with Krillin founding those big blue eyes of hers locked onto him, taking in every single inch of his muscular torso. So freshly clean and giving off such a radiant, glistening sheen that she forgot she was originally going to play it professional yet coy and seduce the shortstack VIP but to find him in such a state was flipping all the right switches in her brain. It most certainly didn’t help that the towel around his waist was barely hanging on there, promising a view of the treasure shed een her boss and Friday enjoy, making her libido increase further in thirst and desire alike. Luckily for her of course, Krillin was so stunned that he’d forgotten to hold onto the cloth maintaining his modesty as it soon feel, giving Persephone the Full Monty as her tail sensually wagged and she up and pounced, locking lips with the short king as she just decided to run with it.

Much as he was caught off guard by Persephone's ambush, of course Krillin didn't hesitate to start returning her passionate liplock in kind, making her purr as his hands grabbed and gave her mini-skirt clad booty a firm squeeze. Her busy fox tail wagging sensually in response to such a display of assertiveness and more so as he pinned her up against a wall, humping and pumping his shaft between her lovely furry thighs. Her panties becoming soaked as her nectar soaked through the camel to lube up that throbbing length and girth while she aided the short king in stripping her of her quite stifling clothes, her arousal skyrocketing with all the more exposed fur to press and rub up against that hairless, sculpted physique. All the while their tongues danced together in a sloppy game of tonsil hockey as they invaded and explored one another's mouths, it's no small wonder Chloe had wanted this fellow to get the VIP treatment....

Though if one were to ask Persephone herself of course, the vixen would say she was feeling every bit the VIP right now as she was moaning with wanton abandon, her skyblue eyes a blaze with glowing pink hearts. Which was all too understandable given the onslaught of orgasms rocking her throughout her every blazing nerve due to inches of that length an girth sinking and thrusting balls deep into her hot, wet pussy. Her womb being rammed and hammered by that slab with every smack of his balls against the outer rim of her netherlips and her bushy tailed bubble butt all the while his skilled hands felt wondrous on her fur and her most intimate spots. It was a heavenly rollercoaster of pleasure that she didn't want to end or get off of because damn she was feeling so good right now!!

Like any good rollercoaster of course, there was many a good twist, turn and loop as the blonde vixen ensured a relentless assault of orgasms hitting snd rocking her, one after another. All throughout a delicious, spicy variety of positions from being taken spread eagle to gladly riding that gifted cock in forward and reverse cowgirl, encouraging his skilled hands of course to gladly help themselves to enjoying her tits snd her ass. Even just Krillin stroking her bushy, fluffy tail ant a lovely tingle surging along her spine but to say nothing of the delicious rush whenever he’d have his own climaxes. The shameless, exquisite bliss of feeling him erupt inside of her and fill her with that rush of thick, white hot ropes of cream, truly going raw and bareback was the best and only way to enjoy such a fuckhammer…

While Persephone continued to gladly entertain their VIP guest with her sexy self of course, Chloe and Friday were watching from the comfort of the former's luxurious office on her desktop monitor. The saucy, mischievous skunk babe's mind cranking and turning gears with such sexy, wonderfully awful, awfully wonderful ideas as to who else among her staff would enjoy her short king guest's erotic company. One personnel file on her table of course stood out to her especially as she grinned sensually, flipping it open to behold the picture and profile of her cute little R&D head, Maxi. Now there was sure to be some fun the compact stud could have with her for sure, it'd likely be the best time she'd had since their little visit to that monastery.....

But of course patience was a virtue and good things came to those who waited and besides which, she had to remember to send copies of this footage to ZigZag. Her lovely sister from another mister was surely going to just love this alongside the videos of herself and Friday, to say nothing of the fun to be had if she ever had Double Z over on her island to do some filming shoots. Just the anticipation of such spicy possibilities made her feel so tingly in all the best, fun ways but first thing's first!! How to make her sweet little nerdy kitten and her favourite little man get sexually acquainted......

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mysticstarlightduck · 10 months ago

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Villain Sneak Peek (Supernova Initiative) - The Director

Oh, I had been waiting for this one! So, without further ado, meet one of the main antagonists of Supernova Initiative, the head of the Junction's science department, a renowned politician and incredibly sadistic bioengineer, The Director.

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

An egotistical, sadistic, and cold-hearted scientist, The Director, otherwise known as Dr. Darius Merrik, is the celebrated head of the Junction's science and bioengineering department but also is one of the most important figureheads of the galactic government and a billionaire beloved by the media and the public. However, behind that philantrophic facade, lies a cruel, brutal man willing to go to inhuman lengths to get what he wants in the name of progress, and who does indeed love a good challenge, even if said challenge means playing a game of cat-and-mouse with the unlucky young intergalactic thief that got caught in his web.

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Pronouns - He/Him

Age - 56

Current Role - Antagonist, one of the Main Villains

Appearance - Darius is a tall, imposing man who is disturbingly strong for someone who spends most of his days closed off in his secret lab. He has short to medium-length grey-white hair and sharp blue eyes, as well as an often feline-like smirk that Jack is viscerally terrified/disturbed by. He wears stylish yet practical clothes, often opting for an impeccable, stark white suit over a coal-black turtle neck shirt, with white pants, and white shoes.

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Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 3w4

✶ MBTI: INTJ

Occupation: Billionaire, Politician, Scientist, Head of the Junction's Science Department, Torturer (secretly)

Species & Place of Birth: Human; Station Nexus

Sexuality: Unknown, but likely (from what little information is known about the 'real him') straight or bisexual.

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✶ Character Playlist (A full Character Playlist is still To Be Made)

Birth To My Creation - Frankenstein, The Musical

Within the flesh a force resides If it could only be controlled If sleeping sparks could somehow be revived Think of the awe-inspiring power we would hold [...] I could spare the world the anguish Of loved ones taken in their prime The glory of a brave new world Will someday soon be mine [...] My endless days of study and toil Are finally near fruition The world will be forever changed By history's physician

The King of Villains/When I Said I Was Evil - Voltaire

When I said I was evil What did you think that meant? Didn't mean that I was naughty Or haughty Or slightly irreverent; When I said I was evil What did you think that implied? That I'm careless with the truth? How uncouth Dear God, did you think I lied?! [...] When you're truly evil It's so much fun It's kind of like a game Where some get maimed While you look out for number one

Confrontation - Les Miserables

You must think me mad I've hunted you across the years Men like you can never change A man such as you Men like me can never change My duty's to the law, you have no rights Now the wheel has turned around [...] Dare you talk to me of crime And the price you had to pay Every man is born in sin

A Story Told - Count Of Monte Cristo (Musical)

There are ends we've all got That can justify the means We negotiate Then fabricate the facts behind the scenes Keeping all the details vague And secrets hidden Safe on the balanced sheet of those you trust Because, history is a story told by the winners of the fightYou imply a little Lie a little [...] So we all are agreed Let's be vigilant and wise We must all pretend our naive friend was caught in his own lies [...] What if the cost is just one young man so three more can survive? He's a price we have to pay To live and fight another day for love and glory He was standing in the way of precious justice set on sail So goes the story

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#wip supernova initiative #oc: the director #oc: darius merrik

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@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

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tehawesomestkitteh · 7 months ago

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do kittehs understand earth's cats? could they possibly be translators for our feline friends?

kittehs could, theoretically, communicate and understand earth's cats and translate for our feline friends. much of old kitteh language is similar to how cats communicate: non-verbally and through certain behaviors/cues. and even if they didn't know how to communicate, they're smart enough to learn (and perceive closer to cat level, which makes it easier for them)

now it's "theoretical" because kittehs are barred from being anywhere remotely (even galactically remotely) near earth due to diplomatic agreements with Teh's organization. and any kittehs that try have been sent back to their capital to be criminally charged, often without trial due to the specific terms of the agreement (and cause for potential Mutually Assured Destruction)

#ask #birbohex #kittehs #overworld #tehawekit's_doodles

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novankenn · 7 months ago

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Plague Doctors

The treaty summit between the Haligan Republic and the Human Confederacy was at a stand still. The Calthians were desperate in restoring order in the galaxy, and the border skirmish between the two minor galactic powers had devolved in to a species wide war of attrition. Both sides throwing accusations against the other for acts of complete barbarism and sadism.

The Haligans, another mammalian race, purportedly evolved from a common ancestor to their home world’s version of primates. They were very human-like, and the two species could only be truly distinguished by the Haligan’s having a fine fur coating over their skin, and slightly elongated ear lobes. Their height pushing 2.5 meters on average.

The human’s had taken to calling them “Elves”, as a derisive term.

The Calthians while also a mammalian species had evolved from the top feline predators of their home world. All three, if you discounted the obvious variations, looked very similar in body structure. Two arms, ending in dexterous fingers. Two legs for bipedal motion. A pair of forward facing eyes, and a need to breath in similar atmospheric conditions.

Currently, the cease fire and peace process was being derailed by the accusations from both sides for acts of barbarism, and war crimes. The Humans accusing the Haligans of wholesale slaughter of civilian populations. The Haligans condemning the Humans for their use of prohibited chemical weapons.

Neither species, much to the Calthian’s frustration, were non-signatories to the “Restricted Arms of War” treatise of the founding members of the Galactic Senate. Though considering that specific piece of legislation was created, voted on, and ratified almost a century before either species achieved FTL. Yet the issues still remained. The Haligans were by far more physically superior species. The average Haligan outclassing the average Human but a substantial margin in speed, agility and strength. Traits they were using to devastating effect during ground operations.

The Humans, were the more ingenious of the two. Creating and enacting rather risky, reckless, and often times desperate plans to halt the Haligan encroachment.

The Calthians knew neither side was innocent. Both were partaking in rather barbaric practices in attempts to force the other side of the war to submit and back off. The Haligans using brutal extermination tactics upon the settlements and outposts they captured. Slaughtering the all humans that fell under their control. It was an attempt at genocide. A blatant attempt.

The Humans had replied in a different, but in a more malicious, insidious and barbaric way. While the main forces and government of the Human Confederacy denounced the actions of several splitter groups, they did little to curb the terroristic actions of such groups. The use of suicide bombers and IEDs of these small groups, sowing a sense of terror in the general populace of the Haligan Republic.

However, the true malicious terror was the group the Humans themselves labeled as the “Plague Doctors” that was the true threat. Commanded by a former Human General by the name of Arthur D’Rivere, they were causing a steady climb in the casualty numbers of the Haligan forces. Their weapons of choices, caustic agents and other insidious chemical weapons.

“Until the Human’s” the Haligan representative snarled and spit, “Put an end to these splitter factions, the Republic will NEVER agree to any cease fire or entertain the terms of a lasting peace!”

“If my esteemed colleague,” the Human delegate responded with a voice dripping with animosity, “Would cease their attempt to drive my species into extinction, along with recall all of their forces that reside with in Confederate territories, we would have the TIME to curtail these rogue factions!”

“SO it is OUR fault that humans are showing themselves as not only pathetic but also a vindictive lesser species?”

“Yes.” the Human delegate replied bluntly.

“Please!” Kaliea, the Calthian mediator, pleaded. “Please!”

A beep on Kaliea’s personal communicator, drew her attention from the stalled proceedings. Her eyes grew wide with absolute horror, and she fought to keep from vomiting the contents of her meager meal all over the table. She didn’t hesitate to transfer the video files to the main projector, for both delegates and their entourages to see.

The screen opened up with security footage showing the sleek, corridors and rooms of an obvious space station. The place was completely silent, and calm. It would have been an almost serene view if it was not for the corpses that littered the floors. They had died in terrible agony. Blood, spittle, half digested meals, bile, and other more grotesque fluids and matter coated the floor and their bodies.

“As the Hailgan Republic continues,” came a voice that had become easily recognizable by all sides. It was D’Rivere. “To affect wholesale slaughter of military and civilian populations on non-strategic settlements, we have decided to do likewise.”

The images faded to be replaced by the image of a worn and tired looking human male. His buzz cut black hair, peppered with streaks of gray. His beard likewise colored. He pulled on a cigarette before continuing to speak.

“I am under no illusions that both sides of this conflict see me and my faction as vile, unredeemable and monsters of the highest order.” D’Rivere commented, his voice sounding as tired as he looked. “I am the Devil, but make no mistake, while I may regret my actions and accept the final judgement and my probable death for treason and terrorism, I WILL not cease my actions.”

The Haligan representative was about to scream an obscenity laden tirade at the person shown before her, but she held back. Understanding that this was nothing more than a pre-recorded statement.

“We take no pleasure in inflicting so death upon the enemies of the Confederacy, but we also recognize we are a…” D’Rivere took another drag on his rapidly burning down cigarette. “... necessary evil.”

The Human delegate was rapidly typing out a message on his personal communicator, sending a desperate message to his superiors. He was requesting direction on how to proceed in light of this newest atrocity committed by the Plague Doctors.

“To show our unwavering resolve to force a peace, we are currently on route to our next target. A civilian one.” D’Rivere took a final drag on his cigarette before crushing it out, off-screen. “By the time you receive this, our attack will have happened.”

“This is an outrage!” the Haligan representative screamed, pointing a long finger in the direction of the Human across the negotiation table from her. “Your people allow these atrocities to continue unabated. End them! Now!”

“If the Republic ceases their efforts of to enact a Human genocide, and withdraw all their forces from current and former Confederate territory, I will turn myself and my crews into a neutral party to suffer the appropriate judgement and penalty for my actions.” D’Rivere took a moment to ignite another cigarette, before continuing. “Failure to do so will be evidence to myself and my crews to continue our current actions… and escalate.”

D’Rivere exhaled a plume of smoke from his nose, and took another long drag.

“If Humanity is to be driven to the brink or beyond… I will personally make sure we are remembered for causing the mutual destruction of our enemies. Sue for peace, or die alongside us.”

The video ended. The final image, that of the stern, resolute and glaring face of Arthur D’Rivere. Even as worn and tired as he looked, he still exuded an air of resolute, and grim purpose. It was the image of a man who was at peace in the knowledge of his closing, inglorious end.

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