#I am all for alien tentacles shadow

[resuri-art]

I always liked sonadow (sonic/shadow) but it is a real feast of fanarts since the announcement of the Sonic 3 movie and the Sonic x Shadow generation game. I am completely taken by the ship now. <3 And now it had been taken to another level and it is a monsterfucker ship??!!! This is so great.

[misstycloud]

Just thinking about a darling who loves the idea of aliens and the thought of life somewhere else. But unfortunately their knowledge doesn’t extend beyond the classical little green creatures with big eyes and heads.

An alien of the species X is traveling through hundreds of galaxies and dimensions in search of a perfect mate. They suddenly get the urge to travel in a specific direction.

Eldritch alien: Earth? Is my mate really from such an unadvanced planet?

They decide to land anyway and is unimpressed with what they see. They decide to use their super technology to disguise themself to what is considered an anarage human. They walk around town and believes the trip was a waste of time, until they see darling for the first time.

Their mind is blown. Darling is the cutest thing they’ve ever laid their eyes on! Immediately they feel the pull and start stalking them. They learn everything they can about darling, food preferences, what they like to do for fun, and even what they like in partners.

Imagine the euphoria they feel when they find out darling is into the idea of aliens! Things might be rough in the beginning of taking darling, but things will surely clear up when they tell them they’re not from earth.

-

Darling, woken up by strange sounds outside their house and goes to check it out, even though it’s against every horror movie rule.

As soon as they walk into the kitchen they see a large shadow standing there. Before they manage to get a sound out, the creature pounds on them and keeps them from screaming.

Eldritch alien: shhhh, little mate. Don’t be scared, I’m not here to hurt you.

Darling sensing the large frame and tentacles definitely doesn’t belong to an earthly creature: what are you? What do you want from me?

Eldritch alien: I’m your mate and I’m going to take you away on my ship. As to what I am, I am part of species X, of course. I am what you would call an alien.

Darling: …….. No you’re not.

Eldritch alien: ……?

Darling managing to loosen the aliens grip on them: I’ve seen aliens before in comics, and you certainly doesn’t fit the picture.

Eldritch alien: ????

Darling: I mean, no offense, but look at you. You’re all tentacles and you’re head isn’t that big either too be honest.

Eldritch alien: ??!!

Darling: soooooo, you come from the forest or something?

Eldritch alien having no clue what’s happening: please, I promise I’m an alien *sob sob* I’ll even show you how to suck up cows with my ship.

[marlynnofmany]

Walkway Aesthetics

The door opened from the spaceport to the city proper, and I couldn’t help saying, “Oh wow.” I’d expected a regular walkway, maybe with a moving sidewalk or hovercarts, probably with ads and decorations. The last few big cities we’d visited had all been pretty bland in terms of entrance-way style.

This one was an aquarium. The long tunnel curved away under a domed ceiling with vast sea creatures undulating by overhead, and others darting about in flashes of scales. Subtle blue-and-purple lighting lit up both the benches alongside and the water above. Specks of phosphorescence danced everywhere like fairies under a starry sky. The effect was breathtaking.

I ventured out into the purple-blue wonderland. “Wow, this is amazing.”

Three of my coworkers followed, and were less impressed.

“Eh, it’s not very original,” Kavlae said with a flip of her frills. Under the lighting, her sky-blue skin was a shifting purple. “Water scenes are pretty tiresome, honestly.”

“You said it,” agreed Mur down from floor level. He tentacle-walked along like the opinionated squid alien he was, blending with the bluish shadows. “Once you’ve seen things swimming past, you’ve seen them all.”

I asked, “Are you serious? This is beautiful.”

Paint huddled close beside me, her orange scales turned an indistinct brown. “I think it’s scary.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

She clasped her hands, shaking her head. “That’s a lot of water, and a lot of creatures. What if the barrier broke?”

“Well yeah, that would be bad,” I admitted. “But it’s not going to.”

Paint walked faster. “Still scary. Look at that one! It’s so big!”

The alien whale or whatever that coasted past had bioluminescent swirls along its underside, and a cloud of the glowing water-pixies flitting along after it. Beautiful, and awe-inspiringly close.

“Ah, that’s so cool!” I said, turning in place as I walked to keep it in sight.

Paint just squeaked and scampered ahead, followed by Kavlae and Mur.

“C’mon, we’re leaving you behind,” Mur told me.

“I’m coming,” I said. There were glowing eels or something up ahead, and I jogged to get a look. The other three continued turning up their various noses the whole way down.

When we finally reached the other end, a family of humans were just entering the tunnel. Their awestruck expressions were vindicating.

“Ohhh, wow!”

“This is lovely!”

“Look at the size of that one! I can almost touch it!”

“Don’t smudge the glass, honey.”

“But it’s so cool!”

I joined my coworkers at the exit with no small amount of smugness. “See? They get it.”

Mur waved a tentacle. “That just shows that your entire species has poor taste in decor.”

Paint shuddered, stepping into the brighter light of the station. “I would feel much safer with solid ground on all sides instead of all that water.”

I laughed. “See, that would make me worry that it was about to fall down on me.”

“A proper burrow would never!”

Kavlae walked past us both. “You planet-born folk have the silliest ideas about these things. I’ll stick with my windows into space.”

The rest of us immediately jumped in to agree that the risk of a hatch blowout was scarier than any cave-in. But the view of stars and galaxies could be pretty dang beautiful, so it was worth it.

~~~

Inspired by this art by @ellohcee.

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

[thecreaturecodex]

Mind Flayer, General Information

"Elder Brain Variant" © Wizards of the Coast, by Nino Is. Accessed at Art of MtG here

[While the OGL 1.1 debacle was going on, I said that I was going to keep my distance with Wizards' IP for a while. Why the change? Well, Wizards accidentally (on purpose?) released a bunch of previously Product Identity monsters into the Creative Commons, including the mind flayers. And I had been contemplating the illithidae as my next D&D monster project for a while, since I was commissioning art for the modron hierarchs.

My take on the mind flayers is going to be, like many of my versions of D&D monsters, somewhat iconoclastic. Namely, I don't like the elder brain very much. At least, not as they are typically interpreted, as the masters of a hivemind of unquestioningly obeying illithids. That makes the basic illithid into a minion and a drone. The combination of controlled by elder brains and the ever-increasing emphasis on ceremorphosis makes the mind flayers feel like the Borg. Which is less interesting than the original 70s and 80s version, where it was a species made up entirely of evil masterminds. I want to re-inject some of the respect for the normal illithids into this version.

My flavor text draws inspiration from all of the various mind flayer interpretations that have come before. A major source of inspiration was "The Sunset World", an article from Dragon 150. The various creeds were a big deal in 2e, as illithids played major roles in both Planescape and Spelljammer, but have been all but forgotten since them. I'm ignoring the time travel element from 3.5's Lords of Madness, but I am using their interpretation of mind flayer emotions. I am also finally giving them a mechanical weakness to bright lights, which somehow has been flavor only for the last 47 years.]

Mind Flayer The mind flayers are a species of hyper-intelligent, imperialist aliens that view other creatures as slaves and cattle. Their empire spans over dozens of planets, but is currently in something of a declining period due to slave revolts, conflict with the Dominion of the Black and other misfortune. Mind flayers are known for their decentralized organization and various means of travel and conquest. Some use spaceships, but most travel from planet to planet using the Astral and Shadow Planes as corridors. The mind flayers hate bright light, and the late stages of their planetary conquests include changing the atmosphere or stars of planets in order to reduce their illumination to a comforting red hue. The hub of their empire, although it is likely not their home world, is Ssirik-Akuar, the Sunset World.

As the name suggests, mind flayers use mind-influencing magic to control their enemies and allies alike. But they are also avid consumers of brains. A mind flayer can survive on an omnivorous diet of meat, fungi and plants, but grows listless and unhealthy if it does not regularly consume the brains of sapient creatures. A mind flayer can inject its tentacles straight into the brains of its victims, pithing them. Most of the time, this brain-dead individual’s brain is consumed by that mind flayer, but pithed victims are required for the mind flayer’s bizarre reproductive cycle.

What are thought by some to be different species of mind flayers are in fact different stages in a complex life cycle. The most commonly encountered mind flayers, illithids, are the equivalent of males. The elder brains that illithid colonies gather around are the equivalent of females. Illithids periodically fertilize the elder brain’s eggs, and the elder brain lives in a pool of slime crawling with mind flayer tadpoles. Illithids insert these tadpoles into the pithed body of a Medium-sized, mammalian humanoid in order to allow their young to reach maturity. Inside a host body, the tadpole insinuates into the remaining nervous system and eventually replaces its tissues like a cancer, transforming the body into an illithid. A few tadpoles, fed special enzymes by the elder brain, grow into ulitharids instead. An ulitharid is essentially an immature elder brain that spends decades learning as much as it can and coordinating the efforts of illithids before metamorphosing into a new elder brain. Most mind flayers do not concern themselves with matters of gender, and most of their bodies have lost the secondary sexual characteristics of their former lives.

Mind flayers are supremely arrogant, and their interactions with other species are usually exploitative and predatory. They present themselves as being without emotion, but in truth they are capable of regulating their emotions more directly than other creatures by consciously releasing chemicals. An illithid’s emotions are typically disdain, spite, arrogance and a lust for power. They rationalize their fears as concern and self-preservation. Almost all mind flayers consider themselves part of one or more “creeds”, which are philosophical callings that influence how mind flayers pursue their goals of conquest and consumption. Mind flayers do not discriminate between sources of power, and arcane, divine and occult magic, as well as alchemy, are common pursuits.

Mind Flayer Deities The primary god of the mind flayers is Ilsensine, the God Brain. Mind flayers consider Ilsensine to have been the first elder brain. According to the Venerator Creed, Ilsensine’s priesthood, when an elder brain dies, its knowledge passes to Ilsensine. Ilsensine’s unholy symbol is a green brain with two tentacles, and its favored weapon is the tentacle. Those few worshipers of Ilsensine that aren’t mind flayers treat unarmed strikes as their favored weapon. Ilsensine is lawful evil, and their domains are Charm, Evil, Knowledge, Law and Magic. Ilsensine’s subdomains are Hatred, Memory, Slavery, Thought and Tyranny. A cleric of Ilsensine can use the Hatred subdomain to modify the Evil domain.

A recent emergence in mind flayer culture is the rise of the Creed of Thoon. Thoon is a mysterious entity associated with the Plateau of Leng. Thoon’s followers are devoted to violent expansion, extracting vital essences from their victims along with brains and harnessing them into strange constructs that blur the line between living and non-living. Thoon’s unholy symbol is a complex rune made of tentacles, and its favored weapon is a heavy flail. Thoon is neutral evil, and its domains are Artifice, Evil, Madness and War. Thoon’s subdomains are Alchemy, Construct, Nightmare and Tactics.

Mind Flayer Mechanics “Mind flayer” is a subtype of the aberration type, with the following characteristics:

Spell resistance equal to 15 + the mind flayer’s CR

Affectless (Ex) A mind flayer gains a +4 racial bonus on all saving throws against emotion effects

Light blindness

Sunlight Sickness (Ex) A mind flayer in direct sunlight is sickened, as well as suffering penalties from its light blindness

Pith (Ex) A mind flayer can make a coup de grace attempt as a full round action without provoking attacks of opportunity against a helpless or pinned opponent. The coup de grace must be made with a specific natural weapon, listed in the mind flayer’s entry. This coup de grace does not function against creatures that have no head or no brain, and creatures with multiple heads are not killed if they fail the save (although that head is no longer functional).

[snappedsky]

ROTTMNT: You Are Not Alone

The Mad Dogs fight back against the Krang.

*Reblogs appreciated*

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Chapter 17

It’s like a huge hole has been ripped open in the sky above New York City, casting a reddened shadow. From it has emerged a ship, massive and round with tentacles writhing from the bottom- the Technodrome.

The human army has been called in. Fighter jets fly over the city, firing on the alien ship. Their weapons barely do any damage. Lasers fire from the Technodrome, destroying the jets in seconds.

On the ground, the Krang monsters have been infecting more and more, gaining numbers. The resistance fighting them has to pull back as they quickly get overwhelmed.

Within the captain’s quarters of the Technodrome, Leonardo is being forced to watch all of this. He’s pinned to the wall by flesh, facing towards the window. The view before him is all too familiar, and all too painful.

He hears chuckling from below and looks down to see the three Krang coming down the walkway, all three of them piloting armoured, mechanical suits.

“What a sight, is it not,” Krang 1 says, looking up at Leonardo. “I am pleased you get a front row seat. You may be immune to our powers, but you make a magnificent trophy.”

Krang 2 laughs as she gets up in Leonardo’s face. “Where are your jokes now?” He grimaces and looks away and she laughs more.

“My brother, begin the assault,” Krang 1 demands. The third Krang leaves the room. “My sister...go have some fun.” She laughs eagerly as she too leaves. Krang 1 turns to Leonardo. “Let’s enjoy the show, shall we.”

His laughter echoes through Leonardo’s head.

In the city, Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Splinter, April, Cassandra, and Casey watch the giant ship in the sky from atop a skyscraper. Below them, their allies fight to survive against the growing number of Krang’s monster.

“It’s happening,” Casey sighs dismally. “Just like before. We couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t do anything. Sensei and the key were both taken, right in front of me, and I couldn’t do anything.”

He drops to his knees and hangs his head. “I’m still so...weak...”

“We can’t give up, Casey,” Mikey insists.

“What more can we do?” he asks hopelessly, “maybe there is no way to change the future.”

[greatandquestionablecontent]

Seeing Double || Whumptober Day 11

This came out way less whumpy than I might have hoped, like the last one. It’s more reflective post-whump and someone processing trauma surprisingly well. Gonna share it anyway!

Contains: thoughts on grief and PTSD; electric shocks; OSHA violations; deaths by forest fire and eldritch horrors. Briefly mentioned past suicidal/psych ward experience.

Sparkplug’s POV

“We weren’t close,” is what I keep saying. Like that’ll make anyone worry less.

“Mom,” I said over the phone. “I worked in fire for years. I’ve had good friends die in front of me. I can handle this dude… disappearing.”

Which makes me sound dismissive and callous and maybe I am. I’m just not someone who deals with this stuff by talking about it. I think if there’s one thing my mom managed to internalize from Daxton’s death and my subsequent trip to the psych ward and coming out, it’s that I need to be done with the toxic masculine don’t talk about it thing. Which is surprisingly woke of her, I guess, though she didn’t say ‘toxic masculinity’ in as many words. But reassuring her that I’m fine, this job isn’t dangerous, no I’m not seeking out dangerous jobs because I’m suicidal, no I don’t want to move back to Grant’s Pass and join the only transgender support group in two hundred mile radius, there there mom yes I know it’s terrible this dude died…

Yeah, no. I shouldn’t have even told her. That’s what Lexan did. Next time I won’t.

And the thing is, now I know there’ll be a next time.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” North says, as gently as North has ever said anything. It’s alien.

“Not as many as you’d think,” I say.

Hattie’s giving me that support-group-therapist look and Jetlag is avoiding my eyes, fidgeting intently with the string of his tea bag. Since when does Jetlag drink tea? It’s all alien.

If I wanted to process Matthew’s death, I wouldn’t go to Hattie and North about it. I’d have rather had a meeting with Lexan and Gillie, maybe, or just smoked about it with Aubrey and Raegan. Jetlag is both the only person I want to talk to about this, and the last person I want to talk to about this.

“Let me check I’ve got this right.”

I think I’m all ready to spew out the facts, list off a calm summary like it’s just another day on the job, but nothing comes out. I look at Jetlag, hiding under the brim of his black baseball cap with the logo of some tech company he used to work for.

I meant to say, “Okay, so Mathew’s dead, or worse. He got eaten by shadow tentacles. This whole AR game has been a ruse to cover up why we’re actually out there, and our immersive reality was there to protect us from perceiving what we were actually dealing with. You lied to us and put our lives in danger, but according to you it was the only way to do it safely. Except it wasn’t safe, because how could it be? To call this an OSHA violation would be the understatement of the century.”

But what I actually say, just to Jetlag, is, “I don’t blame you. I’m not mad.”

He meets my eyes, and gives me a sheepish little smile. It’s not hard at all to see how this is the same guy who was hollering orders through my earpieces as I staggered towards Mathew in those final moments. If I think about it, I can still summon the sensation of the electroshock as Jetlag slammed the button again and again, screaming “Get back! Don’t approach him! Sparkplug I swear to fucking Christ-“ until all my nerves were buzzing and my legs wobbled.

Is that why the shocks had been there from the start? No laser tag realism, just a full body shock collar for someone too eldritch-entranced to listen to reason, like a dog that’s stopped obeying commands and will only listen to pain? Aubrey and Raegan said the shocks hurt way less than paint ball, but unlike some people I don’t usually get shot for fun.

You really see a different side of someone in an emergency. Jetlag is not a guy who ever worked in fire. I think he was more scared than I was.

“I’m sorry anyway,” he says.

I tell North I’ll get back to him on if I’m quitting or not. I don’t think I am, but I want to be sure.

Jetlag and I go for a walk later, at my request, the oven hot summer air making our skin prickle.

“How is it completely safe during the day? Is it just too hot and dry, even in the shadows?”

“UV radiation,” Jetlag answers easily. “They cant survive — no, they can’t manifest with this much UV radiation, even in the shade. And yeah, the heat and dry air makes it hard for them, but it doesn’t, you know, phase them out of existence.”

It’s a different world during the day, in so many ways, and we’re different people.

At night, Jetlag is just a voice in our ears, and we have our wired suits, our masks with the voice transmitters and exhalation vents to stay cool. Our visors have little fans connected to keep them from fogging up, so we’re all breathing out steam and sound like Darth Vader to any bystanders. All that gear felt claustrophobic at first, but I feel underdressed without it now. And the arena itself, of course, bears only scructural resemblance to the cyberpunk city that has been our work and play place.

I’ve read a lot about PTSD and flashbacks and revisiting trauma sites. I’ve gone to the forest where Daxton died. It was just like this — the opposite of a flashback. The ashen daylit graveyard of charred tree stumps and crumbled logs was nothing like the inferno where we lost Daxton, the flames so bright and hot and pumping so much smoke that we couldn’t even look up and see the night stars. No flashbacks. Nothing but logic to connect it in my mind to the moment a particular mortal left this world.

And this place is just any old abandoned construction site in the desert, complete with tumbleweed, dust everywhere, and plastic bags caught on rebar. Climbing here without the heads-up display feels a little like driving a car with your odometer taped over. I can’t look down and immediately know the exact distance between me and the ground. I still have my basic senses, but it’s just one more way that walking in this world is separated from the one where Mathew died.

It’s all rather anticlimactic.

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

This isn’t like Daxton. I’m fine. And if anything, I feel like I owe it to Matthew to keep going.

“I’m still in,” I say.

[rollin-in-the-dep]

Kinktober 2024

Hey, everyone!

I am super excited to announce that I am planning to do a monster lover kinktober this year! The following list are the prompts (I came up with the monsters and kinks but randomized which go together). These posts will be from different povs and, unless specified, in no way related to each other.Posts will start going live Oct. 1st. I will edit this post throughout the month to link the stories to here, so you all can save this post to find the others. I hope you all enjoy!

Day 1: Minotaur, Lactation

Day 2: Naga, Overstimulation

Day 3: Random Hybrid, Breeding

Day 4: Mothman, Cockwarming

Day 5: Shadow Monster, ABO

Day 6: Skeleton, Master/Slave

Day 7: Shapeshifter, Mummification

Day 8: Dryad, Objectification

Day 9: Mermaid, Pursuit/Primal Play

Day 10: Ghost, Collar & Leash

Day 11: Kraken, Petplay

Day 12: Mummy, Posessiveness

Day 13: Fae, titfucking

Day 14: Angel, Knife play

Day 15: Tentacle Monster, Bondage

Day 16: Slime, Impact play

Day 17: Nymph, Praise

Day 18: Demon, human furniture

Day 19: Robot, degredation

Day 20: Ghoul, marking

Day 21: Satyr, edging/orgasm denial

Day 22: Zombie, Shibari

Day 23: Vampire, Roleplay

Day 24: Orc, Temperature play

Day 25: (make your own) Ancient god/entity, humiliation

Day 26: Witch, any clamps

Day 27: Selkie, fucking machine

Day 28: Alien, knotting

Day 29: Drider, worship

Day 30: (make your own) forest entity, cnc

Day 31: Dragon, Free day

[thegalaxysedge22]

Chapter 1: Road to Recovery

read on ao3

pairing: astarion x female!tav (named)

word count: 1922

warnings: none that i can think of (for this chapter at least)

summary (this chapter): really its just meeting most of the party (up to rescuing lae'zel). it'll be a little bit choppy, but i promise it gets better once we get more into it.

a/n: this is my first ever time publishing fanfic in like a decade so i apologize if i am a little bit rusty. please feel free to point out any mistakes or provide constructive criticism (just be nice pls, i sensitive)

i feel like the dynamics of the group when they first meet would be more strained and awkward bc it's a very stressful situation and they don't know each other, so i tried to reflect that a little.

Ouch. 

Pain was the first thing that Aria noticed once she awoke lying in the sands of some beach. Despite her training, her next thoughts were all strings of panic - she could not recognize where on Faerûn she was, nor did she recall how she could’ve possibly ended up there. Her memories were all fuzzy and the incessant ringing in her ears was not helping, but she seemed to recall something about a ship. In the midst of trying to piece together what in the hells had happened to her, Aria assessed her body for any signs of injury, and save the aching in her arms and the dull throbbing in her head she seemed to be relatively unharmed.

While gathering her wits, the ringing in her ears subsided, giving way to the sound of roaring flames coming from behind her. Instincts kicking in, she jumped to her feet, readying herself to run from harm before she turned back to find the source of the flames.

The sight of the massive alien ship lying in front of her, engulfed in a raging fire nearly sent her to the ground again. Except this isn’t just a ship, she thought to herself. This-this thing, it is alive, she realized in horror watching the massive tentacles of the creature pulsate and squirm. The reality of her situation - being lost in some unknown land with no knowledge of how she got there - forced her to move on from that deeply unsettling fact.

From the corner of her eye she spotted someone lying on the ground, twitching ever so slightly. Cautiously, Aria moved closer to the figure, finding another half-elf woman clutching something close to her chest. 

Upon reaching the woman Aria reached down to check on her vital signs, but the woman opened her eyes before Aria could even squat down.

“You’re alive. I’m alive. How is this possible?” The strange woman exclaimed while standing up. A vague sense of familiarity washed over Aria as she looked upon the woman’s face, but she could not place how she knew her - perhaps she had spent a night with her many moons ago.

“Do I know you,” Aria asked shamelessly.

“I remember the ship, I remember falling…then nothing,” the woman responded, not paying any mind to the question asked.

“You remember the ship? That ship?” Aria questions gesturing the blazing debris.

“Yes,” the woman said, nodding cautiously before questioning, “Aria, are you okay?”

“Kinda weird that you know my name, I don’t remember telling it to you. Did we perhaps sleep together once? Or maybe you know me from my performances,” the Aria, ever the bard, countered.

“It’s Shadowheart, you rescued me on the ship, along with that damn githyanki, do you not remember that?” Shadowheart said eyebrows furrowed with concern or confusion, Aria is not quite sure. Her silence appears to be enough of an answer for the woman as she continues.

“Huh, that is curious, you must’ve hit your head or something when we crashed. Although that is hardly our biggest issue with these tadpoles in our heads, you do remember the tadpoles right?” 

A haze shadowed her recent memory, the last thing she could recall for sure was her celebrating taking out yet another target. Her silence, yet again, was taken as confirmation.

Whispers of memories came to Aria as Shadowheart recounts the events that had taken place prior to their obvious crash. She nods along as some parts come back to her, recalling Lae’zel, the feisty githyanki who tried to take her head being one of them.

“You know we are probably going to need to find some supplies because I doubt we will be able to find an adept healer before nightfall,” Shadowheart concludes at the end of her explanation.

“We could probably loot the ship,” Aria starts before catching note of the casualties of the crash. “Or… we could always check to see what the locals had,” She continued whilst running over to the nearest body lying on a nearby dock. Immediately she rummaged through their pockets. She found a small pouch of gold and a rusty knife in the possession of the first and ale on the next.

Shadowheart stood still staring at her with a look that was more surprised than disturbed, but she shrugged and followed, aiding Aria in the search for supplies. 

The pair venture through the nautiloid after looting what they could from the beach shore. On the other side they found a curious pale elf who beckoned the duo his way with a plea for help. His leather armor matched that of the upper class, but the many signs of mending in the garment told a different story. The elf’s beady red eyes immediately caught Aria’s attention. His tense posture along with his shifty eyes were whispering for her not to trust him as they approached. It may have been the concussion but curiosity overpowered her instinct.

So, despite her better judgment screaming at her not to, she walked straight into the man’s trap. A lie about an intellect devourer was all it took to get her distracted enough to take her to the ground. 

He pulled a knife out, pressing it to her neck with enough pressure to be worrying but not quite the amount needed to draw blood. She was no stranger to a blade being held at her throat, the cold metal on her neck was almost a familiar feeling.

“Not a sound, not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours,” the stranger whispered to Aria before turning his attention to Shadowheart, “And you, keep your distance, there’s no need for things to get messy.”

“I don’t know about you but it seems like it’s getting messy already,” Aria mumbled, earning a glare with the slightest hint of humor from the strange elf while Shadowheart just snickered.

“I mean it,” the man said, pressing the knife a bit deeper while gazing between the two women. “Don’t try any– Ugh you wretched little–” the man exclaims after Aria slammed her head into his nose.

She uses this time to quickly get up and prepare her defenses before the pale elf could lunge at her again. It is at that moment that their parasites connect and Aria is bombarded with familiar views of the city’s streets, allies, and taverns at night.

The man introduces himself as Astarion after apologizing for trying to “decorate the ground with their innards.”

The trio had spent over an hour walking aimlessly just hoping to stumble into some sign of civilization. They turn a corner following the predetermined path and up ahead of them, on the face of a cliff, a purple sigil glows bright even in the daylight. Inexplicably drawn to the mark, Aria runs up to examine it.

“A hand? Anyone,” a disembodied voice pleads as an arm suddenly erupted from the cliffside waving about, nearly smacking Aria in the face with its erratic movements.

“Uh, what the hells happened here?” she questioned nearly dumbstruck at the situation.

“Just your average traveler, stuck between realms,” the voice responded as if this was a normal occurrence. “Pull me out and we’ll get properly introduced.”

“Come and help me get this- uh - hand out of the wall,” Aria said, turning to her party members, who had caught up with her by this point. Shadowheart rolls her eyes but comes to help. Astarion stood nearby picking at his nails, frustrating Aria, who let out a grumble before her and Shadowheart started pulling. The voice belonging to, well the hand, offered words of encouragement as the two women continued to pull. 

The pair stumbled backwards signaling their success and a man emerged from the ruin, falling face first.

“Apologies,” the man spoke, standing up and dusting off his robes, “I’m Gale of Waterdeep. I am usually better at this.”

“At introductions?” Aria quipped, cocking an eyebrow.

“At magic,” Gale clarifies. “Say I know you, in a manner of speaking. You were on the nautiloid as well.”

“Yes, yes, we were all on the nautiloid, we all got tiny little worms inserted into our minds,” Astarion said, and seemingly regretted opening his mouth immediately when it earned a pointed look from the two women. “I’m just saying that it seems like you only seem to find other survivors of the crash,” he said defensively, “I mean what we really want to know is how you got into the stone.”

“I don’t know what transpired exactly, but the ship broke into pieces and I suddenly found myself in freefall. As I was plummeting to certain death, I spied a glimmer quite near where I estimated my body to impact with less-than-savory propulsion. Recognizing this glimmer to be magical in nature, I reached out to it with a Weaving of words and found myself on the other side as it were.

“How about you? How did you survive the fall?” Gale inquires.

Aria laments that she hasn’t a clue as to how she survived, but she just wants to get back home. Gale said “That might be a bit difficult,” and proceeded to give a gruesome depiction of ceremorphosis, which is what lies in wait for them if they do not receive help from a skilled healer fast, as they continue walking. He only stops when Shadowheart snaps at him to be quiet. 

The group continued walking in silence, but not for long.

“It sounds like there is shouting up ahead. Oh gods is that a githyanki they have? We should approach with caution, according to what I’ve read….” Gale comments.

“Looks like we found Lae’zel,” Shadowheart snickers in Aria’s ear overpowering Gale’s lecture.

“Oh for heaven's sake Gale, how are we supposed to ‘approach with caution’ when you won't stop yapping,” Astarion said, finally cutting the wizard off. Gale, whose mouth is open, looks like he wants to respond and shuts his mouth dejected. Astarion continues, “Besides, they are in a gods damned cage nearly six meters (~20 ft) off the ground.”

Up ahead they spot a pair of tieflings arguing about what to do with Lae’zel, one mentioning bringing her to the grove which captures Aria’s attention – a sign of civilization, where we might find a healer. She quickly shushed the party to listen to their conversation closer. Their cover was quickly blown when Gale stepped on a twig, causing both Aria and Astarion to send the wizard a deadly glare.

The tieflings stop their argument to warn the newcomers of the dangers their captive holds but as they do a voice infiltrates Aria’s head. 

Get rid of them. 

The voice spoke definitively, the eyes of the githyanki meeting that of her own as it does. Aria wondered if the other’s could hear it too.

I know what grows inside of you. I know the cure.

Shadowheart tugged at Aria’s sleeve, reminding her how quickly Lae’zel was to abandon her at the ship, confirming her suspicions that the rest of them heard the voice too.

If what she promised was true, and she did know the cure, then they had to release her. Remembering Gale’s colorful depiction of their grisly fate from earlier was all she needed to convince the guards to go and “save themselves” or whatever. As a departing gift the tieflings bestowed the group with the location of the grove they spoke of as well as the name of a healer to seek out, Nettie.

The gith offered none so much as a thanks upon her release.

[oudkee]

inazuma eleven ask game

but im not gonna make you send me asks i am just answering all the questions out of boredom. original by @marmolao , post here

1-Favorite season/game/manga.

aliea season (2) my beloved. super nostalgic and definitely the arc i've rewatched the most

2-Favorite og character(s).

kidou yuuto my son. also desarm he's a funky alien. uhhh rococo and kazemaru too

3-Favorite go character(s).

TENMA, shindou used to be my fave but on my rewatch i was like ok he's kind of a dick in galaxy like he really leaned into it. kinako my beloved and most of all ray rukh. robot son. I FORGOT BITWAY okay no bitway is my favourite go character and prolly my fave inazumer of all time. sexy older alien man and probably the precursor of my love for the equally evil alien miss founder from deep space nine.

question 3 was actually missing from the copypasta and so was question 4. i took a wild guess what 3 was but no clue for 4...

5-Favorite areori character(s).

shimerigawa kageru. i have his license in my wallet and ive mistakenly grabbed it instead of my id at bars lmao. heres my ugly anime boy card.

6-Least favorite og character(s).

no one really occurs to me immediately. i used to be really hateful as a teenager i had like a whole list LMAO uhhhhhh i guess the evil mastermind from ffi season. garfield

7-Least favorite go character(s).

the bear

8-Least favorite areori character(s).

kind of like. everyone lmao. no one appealed to me and areori just feels like a soulless cash grab so absolutely none of the characters were even interesting beyond having some like surface level thing that got resolved immediately every time

9-Favorite coach(es).

kageyama. what a fucked up old man

10-Favorite scout character(s).

i never used them in the games lol but i like the designs of like. the machinery/mechanical themed ones

11-Favorite og team(s).

mikage sennou and all five aliea teams but especially epsilon

12-Favorite go team(s).

perfect cascade and ixal fleet........

13-Favorite areori team(s).

none oops sorry

14-Favorite hissatsu technique(s).

stargazer... shoot pocket uhh. god there were actually so many but i just don't remember any of them. i think perfect cascade had like the command ones that were cool but i dont remember im geriatric

15-Favorite hissatsu tactic(s).

REALLY dont remember any of these

16-Favorite keshin(s).

plasma shadow.........

17-Favorite keshin armour(s).

every single one of them slapped. they all looked so good. tenma's and ray rukh's were the best tho

18-Favorite miximax(s).

i dont like them.

19-Favorite soul(s).

bitway's fucked up tentacle monster

20-Favorite character design(s).

WAY too many. with a series with hundreds of characters im bound to be obsessed with a lot of the designs. so i really like all the ixalens from a design standpoint because they're almost... insect like but then they have that vorta paleness that's like okay you definitely came from a planet with a dense atmosphere that doesn't have a lot of natural light. the bird people had really good designs. tenma has that awful early 2010s shonen protag look about him but he's just so cute it works i love the cinnamon roll hair. chrono stone had a lot of random background characters that really slapped like engir and rudzhik it's baffling to me that this was the same season that had those awful mixi max designs. speaking of chrono stone i ALSO like the creepy factor of all the robot boys looking like. essentially the exact same like same height same body same skintone but with different eyes and hair it's so icky creepy i LOVE IT. i wish they were explored deeper because i love mechanical horror and the relationship between artificial beings and the organic life that surrounds them. not only that but their maker has like gendo ikari vibes. if u havent noticed i have a lot 2 say.

21-Favorite opening(s)/ending(s).

maji de kansha literally actually changed my life. i got through a lot of really low points because of maji de kansha this isn't even a joke. it's been a decade now and the song still hits just as hard. as for endings uhhhhhhhhhh katte ni cinderella was the best but i don't like the full version only the short anime version

22-Favorite character song(s).

ice road, starline, and yasashii mirai. OH and don't stop that's such a fucking banger from ibuki munemasa himself. he did that for us

23-Favorite friendship(s)/character dynamic(s).

i like the dynamic everyone has with endou like he actually becomes friends with like. everyone even the weird italian kid that thought it was okay kageyama tried to murder him. well he didn't think it was okay he just didn't even really care which is almost weirder

24-Favorite ship(s).

im almost 27 i dont really find fulfillment in shipping teenagers together

25-Favorite protagonist(s).

tenma and kidou my boyz

26-Favorite villain(s).

BITWAY OZROCK!!!!!!! and kageyama

27-Favorite character’s backstory.

i have this really messed up and long origin story for all the aliea season kids that i wrote years ago lmao... as for canon i just don't care i guess. it's not so much the backstory as how the character handles it in the end like the backstory can be Aww Sad all it wants but if the character acts like a dick or just unintersting in the plot bc of it then why should i really care. fudou akio im calling u out

28-Favorite sidecharacter(s)/NPC(s).

the clown

29-Headcanon(s) worth of sharing here.

i remember i had this whole kageyama family/shindou family/tachimukai family tree headcanon that was like basically shindou was kageyama's illegitimate son. kageyama's brother married tachimukai's older sister or cousin or whatever and they had hikaru. and way long down the line hikaru was related to sakamaki who created perfect cascade. much to think about

30-Free ask!

i need everyone to know that inazuma eleven is intrinsically linked with star trek: deep space nine by way of deep space nine's japanese dub. the lady who dubbed ezri dax was the lady who voiced toramaru. that is all

[rjalker]

[Image description start: A sepia illustration captioned "The War of the Worlds, by H.G Wells".

The scene shows a river with a large ferry crowded with people capsized on the bank, while over it looms a massive alien machine with three long, skinny legs, a central body of rounded metal, and a top section like a hat or cone, with a small antenne on the very top.

It has two tentacles for arms, one of which is holding a gun-like weapon that is shooting a pale blue lazer into the distance. Two round eyes or portholes look in the direction of the lazer. The hill below the machine is covered in thousands of tiny human figures, many lying on the ground, others crowding the ferry and collected along the shore in a black mass.

Further in the distance are explosions and the shadows of more machines.

Image description end.]

I was kind of considering including bonus public domain scifi stories in one of the versions of the compiled Astounding Stories of Super-Science....

Read this book here for free on Project Gutenberg.

Here's an audiobook on The Web Archive :)

And here's the search results on the web archive because there are so many options I am not listing them all out here lol

[badtasteaquarium]

i decided to revisit B!shadow after more SxSG news. because i think we can really go crazy with it and lean into more alien vibes

the design actually hasn't changed all that much, but i don't think it makes sense that she would ever work for GUN. after all is said and done i think she lives in a cave and only comes out if coaxed by rouge or sonic.

maybe in this verse the gerald/black doom pact is a little more lopsided; the black comet moves slow enough past the ARK to land on it and they take an alien egg. they do some science and splice it with human DNA and doom is like "HEY. IF THAT'S A BREEDING FEMALE WE'RE COMING BACK FOR HER" and they're like haha ok. when she starts developing it's hard to keep her form stable, so they put the inhibitor rings on her to keep her human shape. they can't stop the scales or anything though. the inhibitor ring on her arm there is showing that anything below it gets more doomy. hence tentacle arm.

anyway the government gets wind of this, shuts the whole thing down, takes shadow into custody. she continues to grow in the stasis tube. the comet comes back and she awakens and breaks out of the tube. because guess what! she IS a breeding female. black doom wants to use her to their advantage as a humanoid to really inspire fear and terror before they take over. this doesn't work out, because some weirdos (sonic, tails, knuckles, amy, rouge, silver) turn it around.

i also am not sure if i want B!maria to live anymore. let him die in the ark raid. shadow can fondly remember the boy who showed her kindness and loved the planet. otherwise with all these other changes there isn't much to tether her to the world. this dark protector is a giant lizard woman.

dude what if she lived in an underwater cave in her doom form all the time...truth coming out of her well to shame mankind. also don't really want her wearing clothes that often unless she has to, to be polite. in that case she gets to be in a latex catsuit. for me.

i'll redact some stuff off the other post and link this one in

[arwenkenobi48]

New original alien species alert!

*clears throat* *19th century British professor voice* Attention, everyone! I have been working on this conceptual alien race for quite some time. But now I am finally ready to introduce them to you all. Ladies, gentlemen and non binary friends, I give you… *dramatic drumroll* the Terracuttles!

*normal voice* so basically, Terracuttles are an evolved form of cuttlefish that have become terrestrial, hence the name. They live in a society that looks like it’s come right out of the Codex Seraphinianus (seriously it’s a great book look it up) and communicate via text to speech devices. They also hover around in little transport pods.

However, as adorable and utopian as they are, there’s a catch. No matter how much they implore you, you should never let any of these creatures sit on top of your head. They’ll release these strange vibrations in their tentacles which effectively switch off the frontal lobe and turn you into a mindless zombie. They don’t understand that it’s wrong, they just think they’ve “tamed” whoever they’ve subjugated, seeing us the same way we see horses: a mode of transportation.

That and their society is run by a “queen bee” figure, the Terracuttle Matriarch. If you ever receive word that she wishes to meet with you, never ever accept that invitation. Why, you may ask? *laughs evilly* patience, my friends. All shall be revealed… *laughs evilly once again and vanishes into the shadows*

[bettertwin1]

The White Spotted Jellyfish, also known as Phyllorhiza punctata scientifically or the floating bell, brown jelly fish etc etc. It is part of the Scyphoza class <- otherwise referred to as "True Jellyfish" or "True Jellies"

Like most jellyfish in the scyphoza class, it has two main phases in its life history/cycle/stage that being Polyp and Medusa.

It's a tropical jellyfish native to the South West Pacific, ranging from Australia to Japan and it's an invasive species <- (just like me) and they've taken over several parts of the Atlantic and have like genuinely formed populations <- there r so many of them and they r believed to have been transported by attaching themselves to the hulls of boats, places they have invaded include:

Hawaii

Gulf of Mexico <- there were over 10 million of these guys in their waters it got so bad it was all fishermen were fishin up in their nets and stuff but it's okay cause i'm p sure the population died down

Puerto Rico

Brazil

The Mediterranean

Though the hulls of boats aren't the only thing they attach themselves onto! They also attach onto rocks and other hard surfaces that are on the ocean floor <- (just about anything u can think of), off shore oil rigs and etc!!

Anyway since they r invasive that means they have some kind of ecological consequence on the environment or something and it's cause they reduce the food available to other species, since a single jelly can filter up to 13,200 gallons of water a day. Imagine that, there are so many of them just mindlessly eating zooplankton and fish eggs that they are ruining the ecosystem!

It probably doesn't help that they can reproduce asexually and sexually and since there are already so many it just keeps- you get it. They never really run out.

"LEO! how are they even catching all these things?" I'm so glad you asked! They have stinging tentacles that they use to capture those lil zooplankton to feast on, they're mildly venomous which means they are totally harmless to humans! <- but not harmless enough considering they completely wreck the ecosystem I will not stop thinking about that, danger really is in numbers!

Also I say mindlessly because they don't even have brains, they only have a simple nervous system that detects light and shadows. Then again, I think that's just how most jellyfish are. I love these guys. They can get up to a good size too, the biggest an adult can get is up to 18 inches <- (46 cm) length wise <- duh

Err..okay I'm blanking on other facts about this guy and i'm honestly not sure if most of this is that accurate but yeah! Love these lil aliens 💙 my invasive brothers! And guys ignore how bad I am w/ parsgraphs. This is my worst nightmare

I have so much knowledge on useless things i'm like if google was absolutely shit

[stickytrigger69]

My inbox is open, so feel free to request. I will mostly write for Transformers, and reader inserts will always be cybertronian reader, and reader will be gender neutral unless specifically requested to be otherwise.

Since the beginning of this year I've really gotten into Transformers. I have seen the original '86 film and I've been watching the hell out of G1, I binge watched Prime, I've seen Beast Wars, I haven't watched much of TFA, nor have I read the comics yet but I will be sure to do my research on what I don't know, I swear I will go FBI mode and find out everything about a character or certain au or what have you. I really like to write a lot so my fics have a good chance to be long. I have good grammar and always try to have equal quality spelling.

Now, onto what I will and won't write.

I will write nsfw and or sfw.

Platonic and romantic.

I will write character x character fics.

I will write gender neutral, fem, masc, transmasc, and transfem.

My go-to is Cybertronian Reader but I can write Human, alien, and monster/cryptid reader fics.

I am a furry supporter so I can definitely write furry fics for the bois.

I can write plot or plot-less fics, though I usually prefer to write with a plot, but the customer is always right, lol.

I can do platonic, romantic, and sibling fics.

On the whole platonic subject, I can write sparkling fics.

I can definitely write angst.

Angst can be anything from yandere to even abuse but same as non-con rules it will be vague.

I can tolerate almost everything, it will be a struggle but it can help me cope to write abusive fics.

Abuse when reader or character is young and considered to be a child will have very little description and be more of a small shadow that follows the character or reader into adulthood.

Any character, give me the name of 'em, I'll do research and write them as best I can.

As for non-con:

I don't mind writing it in terms of kink, cause I know it's a role play thing. So I can definitely do it in a kinky context.

Dub-con. Reader might not say yes but they didn't say no, right? I can do that too, especially if afterwards reader or the character feels conflicted like it wasn't what they actually needed or wanted but they hadn't felt like that in the beginning.

Actual non-con will be written very vaguely and only as a point of reference. Like as a Flashback yknow for those deeply traumatizing angst fics. If you want a full blown non-con fic you will have to find it on my AO3 account that I will make a post about soon. (I made one but haven't posted on it yet)

Non-con is often very violent and I understand that it makes others very uncomfortable, myself included, thus, it will be written in moderation on this blog whereas on my AO3 it will be descriptive for those who can stomach it I suppose.

I like to curse a lot so you have been warned.

Bodily fluids of any kind that are not coom, spit, or blood are a no go.

Anything sexual involving children or minors is a no unless it's, as mentioned before, past trauma that is resurfacing.

Necrophilia, no-fucking-go.

I can do kinks though I'm sure there are some I will not do once I do my research.

Kinks I will write for:

Breeding

Overstimulation

Consensual non-con

Role playing

I am also a certified monster fucker so I can do that stuff too, tentacles, predacons, insecticons etc 🤭

Bondage

Masochism/Sadism

Pet play

Corruption-innocent tainted by evil

Master/Servant play

Size difference

Blindfolds that counts as sensory deprivation right ?

Edging

Eggs/Ovipostition

Denial

A/B/O - Alpha/Beta/Omega stuffs (a personal favorite)

And whatever else I can think of or if something else pops up I will let you all know.

If anyone at all sends in a request and I donk it up, please tell me asap just don't be rude about it and I'll fix it. If you have an opinion on how a character should be written or if you want me to write them a certain way tell me, I don't care if your ask turns out really long, give me a whole ass essay of what you want and I will give it to you. If you only give me small details or just a two sentence ask I'm doing what I want with what you gave me.

Questions or concerns? Feel free to send an anonymous ask or even dm me.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 318: On Your Left

Previously on BnHA: The Hawksquad+Lurkers were all “well this sucks” and sat around a bit talking about how maybe they should actually come up with a new plan that is actually good, but then in the end they were like “nah.” Deku was all, “THERE’S SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE!! CONSUMING, CONFUSING!! THIS LACK OF SELF CONTROL I FEAR IS NEVERENDING. IT’S HAUNTING HOW I CANT SEEM TO FIND MYSELF AGAIN. MY WALLS ARE CLOSING IN.” Just, literally that whole entire song. All Might was all “Deku you should take care of yourself, try eating a thing,” and Deku was all “BYE, ALL MIGHT,” and just LEFT. He left!!! What the fuck!!!

Today on BnHA: Endeavor is all, “maybe if Deku didn’t listen to All Might he’ll listen to me instead.” Deku is all, “[doesn’t listen to Endeavor]” because, well, yeah. The Vestiges are all, “surprisingly, even we are a little concerned -- maybe you should get some rest, kid.” Deku is all, “((Ò ‸ Ó)).” The Vestiges are all, “holy shit.” Deku is all, “[wanders the ruined city streets terrifying the populace on account of him looking like Shelob had a baby with one of the Nazgul].” Some shriveled-up puppeteer villain asshole is all, “HORIKOSHI SAID IT’S MY TURN TO ATTACK DEKU TODAY SO I AM GOING TO SUMMON MY FRIGHTENED HELPLESS ATTACK MOB!!” Kacchan is all “WHADDYA MEAN THEY FOUND THE NERD!!! -- oh wait, that’s me, I found him. I found the nerd, you guys.” And just in time, too. I was about to owe a whole lot of people a whole lot of dollars.

so I have been super good about spoilers this week as always, but let me tell you guys, for the past 36 hours my dash filters have basically been nonstop “manga spoilers” this and “bnha 318” that, and so I’m coming in with a fair amount of hype here. your move, Horikoshi

oh, good! they got Endeavor to call Deku to try to talk him out of it. what a great and wonderful plan

“listen up kid, you haven’t slept since March and you are basically a walking biohazard right now, I’m just telling it like it is. didn’t you get shot like three times?? and there was a whole thing about how you urgently needed medical attention?? and supposedly we gave it to you, but I mean you haven’t even changed your clothes and don’t seem to have any fresh bandages or anything, so did we?? did we, really?? and also we all got blown up yesterday, so yeah.” hmm he’s making some reasonable points here you guys, but you sure do go on and on, Endeavor

oh he says foreign aid is finally on its way! I’m sure they’ll be very helpful. I mean in fairness they can hardly be worse than the home-grown heroes at this point

hey Enji, could you maybe try appealing to Deku the sixteen-year-old human boy, as opposed to Deku The World’s Last Hope? he does have value beyond his quirk. I know that’s always been an incredibly difficult concept for you to grasp, but could you maybe TRY, jesus

and also we’re worried about you as a person?? you’re just a kid and you’re pushing yourself way too hard?? you were going to say that part next, right. why the hell didn’t Hawks make this call instead

“don’t worry about me... I’m completely fine” Deku you do understand that saying it over and over again doesn’t actually make it true

and again with the rush!! all the rush rush rush!! we’re running out of time, we can’t let AFO and Tomura keep getting stronger, I have to end this now, there’s no time to rest, etc. etc. etc. just the constant pressure of this whole big countdown on top of everything else

holy shit, you KNOW it’s bad when even the Vestiges are telling him to chill

these guys are basically the walking talking embodiments of self-sacrifice; if even they’re telling him he needs to take five, then he must seriously be like half a step away from death’s door

OH SHIT LMAO

DIDN’T EVEN LET HIM FINISH HIS SENTENCE BEFORE HE SENT HIM INTO THE FUCKING SHADOW REALM WITH THAT FUCKING LOOK. HOLY FUCK. DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE TWICE. SHIT

(ETA: so I’m pretty sure this was just Danger Sense activating and so he cut them off to go do more hero stuff, but I’m gonna go ahead and stick to my original interpretation anyway lol.)

anyway so how’s everybody doing. we all good? En, you good? Banjou? Shino? I’m imagining you guys all curled up in a little ball on the floor right now lol. can’t say I blame you though, no shame

lmaoooooooooooo

“SHEESH.” sheesh indeed, lmao. “what in the FUCK was that”

see, this is why y’all need Kacchan. you need someone who’s not going to back down from him no matter what. if it’s a matter of out-stubborning Midoriya fucking Izuku, then there’s only one other person on the planet capable of that, and we all know it. don’t pretend like you don’t. I am not going to shut up about this! we’ve had our hurt so now what about SOME COMFORT, DAMMIT

“I’m afraid that he’s becoming influenced by my conscience” nah are you kidding Nana this is all 100% made-in-Japan pure original Deku right here

see, Banjou gets it. “that kid, he’s totally going on his own.” exactly. this was so inevitable it was basically scientific law

“well I for one don’t see the problem with Deku being so obsessed with saving everyone else that he pushes himself until his body and soul literally fall apart” okay, whose speech bubbles are these?? we’re about to have words

lol of course

well you always did prefer the direct route didn’t you. but even you can’t possibly think this is okay lol

dark AU!Kacchan please tell us more about your badass doomed timeline in which everything went to shit and you apparently had the same character arc that Deku is having right now except it somehow made you sexier instead of turning you into a rabid t-rex. I have so many questions

oh so now you want to help??? well -- good, actually. sorry if that sounded offended just now lol

(ETA: so at first when I got to the end of this chapter I was wondering if Katsuki B. had somehow summoned his alternate-universe counterpart through trippy OFA space telepathy lol. but in the original Japanese there’s no reference to “we”, so this appears to be a mistranslation. this line should probably read more like “if there’s something/someone out there that would be able to complement/complete the current Midoriya Izuku [it would be]…” which, oh hello, is that Horikoshi once again reaffirming that Deku and Bakugou complete each other lol. “guess what guys, the Vestiges ship it too" heck yeah. they know what’s up!)

look how admiring his boyfriends are. HORIKOSHI GIVE US THE REST OF THIS BACKSTORY ALREADY GODDAMMIT

“meanwhile somewhere in the depths of the ruined city, Deku was having a dance-off with the villains”

I like how the villains all have this “AHH WHAT THE FUCK” kind of body language to them lol. I mean if it were me, and an eldritch horror suddenly clawed its way from the shadows with its writhing glowy tentacles and pants-shitting nuclear death stare, I would probably just die on the spot. no need to stick around. only pain awaits

lol for a minute I thought this was Can’t Ya See-kun and I was like “WHAT A FASCINATING CROSSING OF PATHS” but it’s just some random girl

he seems genuinely confused lol

Deku it’s because you look like something that crawled out of a sewer drain, sweetheart

lol they just took his word for it?

so trusting. even though they’re immediately hauling ass anyway just to be safe lmao

“my appearance is frightening to others” no shit Deku it’s because you look like a fucking alien exorcism. you look like a Lich that got caught up in an oil spill my dude

NO NOT THE CHOSEN ONE ANGST AGAIN

I RAN OUT OF ESSAY JUICE FOR THIS ALREADY HORIKOSHI!! I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT IT FOR MONTHS NOW WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!! BUT ANYWAYS, GOOD!! I MEAN, BAD, THOUGH, OBVIOUSLY. BUT YES

“ENJOY THIS MONTAGE OF DEKU BATTLING A RANDOM KAIJU AND WANDERING THE WOODS LIKE A DERANGED GREEN BABA YAGA” okay yes but sir, exactly how much longer is this going to go on. if it’s a matter of you wanting to make sure we get it, let me assure you that aside from a few stray chuunis who think that Deku embracing the Darkness is the coolest thing he’s ever done, all of us here in fandom fully comprehend that this is Not Good

-- OH SO IT’S LIKE THAT

really. with the flashbacks to his loved ones’ smiling faces and everything. not even gonna try to aim above the belt, huh

AND NO KACCHAN??! NO CLASSMATES?!?! IS HE PURPOSELY NOT THINKING OF THEM??? OR ARE THEY BEING SAVED FOR THE NEXT PAGE??? SO HELP ME, IF THE NEXT PART OF THIS SENTENCE IS “CAN PROTECT THEM”, OR EVEN WORSE, “CAN SEE THEIR SMILING FACES AGAIN”, I...

WHAT DID I JUST SAY

(ETA: my man did Sero and Kaminari fucking dirty lmao. I miss their smiling faces too omg.)

the sheer, unparalleled irony of him saying this while he stands there looking like the gargoyle demon from Fantasia got crossed with an umbrella that got struck by lightning. Deku :(

oi who the fuck is this clown

is he controlling this mob with his evil hair. “what if I made an exhausted, running-on-fumes Deku battle a brainwashed mob at Ground Zero.” Horikoshi do you just have like a checklist of horrible things you want to do to your protagonist

easy there Sasori

well joke’s on you buddy because he’s apparently “completely fine”, so

“here’s to hoping that you know more about AFO’s location than the others” jesus christ Deku you really have hung your mercy out to dry huh

now he’s forcing his mob of terrified prisoners to attack Deku ahhhh. sucks to be them. at least they’re not being controlled by bees

so Deku is saying that Sasori’s control can be broken with “physical trauma.” similar to Shinsou’s quirk I guess. but so does that mean he’s gonna have to hurt them? ( •﹏•)

NO NOT MORE SAD EYES

“DEATH BY EMPATHY!!!” HORIKOSHI NO

fuck. he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out

this is what happens when you nerf a character’s self-preservation stats in favor of spamming their bone-breaking stats instead. NOW ACCEPTING BRAIN CELL DONATIONS FOR A BOY IN NEED!! with your loving generosity we can hopefully help him live to the ripe old age of seventeen

OMGFGGG

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[grabs your hands] ლ(*꒪ヮ꒪*)ლ [swings you in a circle] へ(ﾟ◇ﾟへ)

THASSSSSSSS WHATSSSSSSS UPPPPPPPPPP

HORIKOSHI REALLY SAID FUCK THAT MASK (ノ°ο°)ノ YOU FINALLY LEARNED!! IT’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!

JUST FOR YOU KACCHAN, HORIKOSHI LEFT THIS ONE BAD GUY WHO’S STILL WEAK TO FIRE. GOD BLESS

IT’S YOUR COUNTERPART, KATSUKI B!!!! HOW WE DOIN OVER THERE IN THE TRIPPY COSMIC OFA SPACE REALM LOL. DO WE BELIEVE YET, FANDOM???

LIGHTS!!!!

INSTANT RESULTS!!! IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!!!

(ETA: imagine what this must look like to Deku though. he’s been caught up in this dark cloud of despair and exhaustion that’s been building up over... I’m gonna go ahead and say “weeks”, because yeah. and now he finds himself here, in the place where All Might’s legacy ended and the torch was passed to him. and the world is in ruins, and he’s surrounded by frightened people who are all trying to hurt him -- because who isn’t trying to hurt him, these days -- and he’s scrambling to figure this all out, but meanwhile the weariness is finally starting to catch up to him, and so he’s basically just standing there in a fog of complete and utter misery.

and then all of a sudden through that haze, he hears the one voice that’s more familiar than any other that he knows. like, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he was just imagining it at first. Kacchan showing up to save him right when he’s at his most desperate and feeling the most alone. Kacchan, showing up to save him.

this is the person he always looked up to as a child (to be fair he was quite a strange child lmao). the person who was even closer to him than All Might. the person he always thought was amazing. and bam, here he is now. appearing in the sky out of nowhere to one-shot the bad guy with a single blast (which, btw, that was his armor-piercing attack too lmao dslkjlk take it easy there kiddo). like, that must have felt absolutely surreal to him, especially coming at a time when he’s already half-delirious and barely hanging on to reality. he must have really thought that he was losing it there for a second.

but he’s really there. it really is him. and for this brief moment -- before the rest of the situation catches up to him, and he remembers about all of the fucked-up AFO stuff, and remembers why he was so afraid and why he was pushing everyone away -- for just this one brief moment, he’s too exhausted and stunned to do anything except to just react. just stands there, looking up at him in awe.

and you know, it almost reminds me of...

just. you guys. the character development. the freaking character development. someone who brings reassurance. someone who shows up and makes you think, “oh, it’s all going to be okay now, because [person] is here.” the role reversals. the growth. the payoff!! because who is the one person who always had faith that Kacchan would one day grow up to become an amazing hero like that. WHO IS IT. YOU ALREADY KNOW.

omg. anyways, bless you Horikoshi, my feels which have been on backorder since fucking September have finally arrived lmao. yes, good, thank you. worth the wait. it is always, always worth the wait. fuck yeah.)

“LOWFRIES” SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THE WHOLE GANG IS HERE, AHHHHHHHH (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ )

BEAUTIFUL. WONDERFUL. SENSATIONAL. I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT JUMP IS ON BREAK NEXT WEEK. THIS RIGHT HERE WILL SUSTAIN ME

[nerdynessa]

Inside Job Myc x Andre

//smutty Inside Job fic between Myc and Andre. I definitely used banned words so we will see if it lasts. //

Andre had been clean for 24 hours. Not a hit of anything: no pot, no cocaine, not even chemtrails. He could feel the pressure building in him, an itch he wasn’t allowed to scratch. He had tried distracting himself but nothing was working. He knew that if he was alone for a moment longer he was going to find something to get him high and break his streak. It wasn’t his first time trying to sober up, he knew how easy it was to fall back in. 

They say that putting an addict back into the environment in which they did drugs is one of the most common triggers for relapse. Andre laughed darkly to himself, trying to think of a single place he hadn’t done drugs. His home, his work, the middle of the ocean, even the moon landing set was filled with memories that tasted of chemicals and smoke. The only place he could think of was Reagan’s office, but that was purely because it was the one place he wasn’t allowed to go. Surely she wouldn't mind, though, if it was for a good cause? Andre convinced himself that the stubborn, territorial, and deeply private Reagan would forgive him for the intrusion. It wasn’t hard to convince himself of anything in the state he was in. Andre was desperate to keep his sobriety. 

The doorway to Reagan’s lab was usually heavily secured, but today the door was wide open. Andre hesitated for just a breath, then pressed forward. Robot arms and 3-D printers lined the wall, completing automated experiments and piecing together inventions from Reagan’s blueprints. Andre steps forward to touch one of the mechanical arms, but his attention is stolen by the moving figure at the back of the room. 

“Reagan? Look, I’m sorry about coming in but the door was open and-”

The figure steps into the light and Andre sees it isn’t Reagan, but Myc. A faint blue glow radiates from the mushroom alien, illuminating the confused look on Andre’s face. Myc hisses, “Will you shut the fuck up, asshole? You’re going to get me caught.”

“What are you-”

“What am I doing in Reagan’s lab? I could ask you the same thing. Now be quiet and get out of my way. I spiked her orange juice with sedatives this morning but I have no idea how long she will be out. You better leave before she comes back, and you had better not tell her I was here. Got it?” Myc peers over Andre’s shoulder and surveys the hallway. All clear.

“Got it. But why-”

“I’m not telling you why I’m here, okay? Better for you not to know.”

“But I deserve to know the tru-”

“Seriously, dipshit, it’s better if you-”

“Will you please stop interrupting me!” Andre bursts, shoving Myc. “I won’t tell Reagan shit, I’d get in trouble for being here, too. I just want to know why you are keeping secrets from me all of the sudden.”

“I’m not keeping secrets from you because I want to. I’m doing it to protect you, to protect the team. Reagan is up to something and I want to make sure she has our best interests in mind.” Myc raises a tentacle and slides Andre’s hand off his shoulder. He squeezes Andre’s hand, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but why are you here?”

Andre scratches the back of his neck, debating with himself whether or not to tell the truth. “I… I needed a place to go that wouldn't make me want to get high. Everything triggers me and makes me want a hit but… I don’t want to be so dependent on it anymore.” Andre looks at Myc, waiting for his colleague to mock him. Instead, a tentacle reaches out and rubs his arm.

“Look, I know I’m a jackass and am always giving you shit, but I’m proud of you for wanting to get clean,” Myc says.

“Thanks, Myc. I haven’t told anyone else that I am trying. I’ve barely made it 24 hours and I’m already close to giving up. I guess I just didn’t want everyone to know I failed.” 

Myc’s tentacle caresses Andre’s arm comfortingly. Myc extends another appendage and pushes the hair from Andre’s face. Without the shadows of his hair, it is clear how sunken Andre’s eyes are and how gaunt his cheeks have become. Myc thinks he looks fragile, but he would never tell Andre that. Besides, being fragile isn’t a bad thing. It is beautiful in a way. Myc breaks the silence to clear his throat, “Hey, so, uh… about the Reagan thing? She’s planning on killing her dad. Which is understandable, he’s a douche and is going to run this company into the ground. I guess it doesn’t hurt to tell you. Especially since you’ve been open with me about, well, this and everything else.”

“Thanks for trusting me, Myc.” Andre smiles at his companion. The silence in the room grows with meaning. “Hey, Myc…” Andre starts.

“Yeah?”

“Could you… stay with me for a while? I don’t think I should be alone right now. I need someone to take my mind off of the urges.” Andre looks up at Myc to see his color slowly pulsating, like the steady thump of a heart picking up pace. The blue glow in the room tints purple then red as Andre runs his hands slowly and intentionally up and down Myc’s tentacle. 

“Andre?” Myc says bluntly.

“Yeah?”

“You know that’s my dick, right? They all are.”

Andre smiles and keeps his hand moving slowly up and down the length of the tentacle. “Do you want me to stop?” 

Myc fakes a dramatic sigh, “Oh, well I guess you’ve twisted my arm. I suppose I can let this happen. You do need a distraction, after all.” Myc takes a second tentacle and slips it under the hem of Andre’s shirt, in part to take off the barrier between them, but mostly because he wanted to feel Andre’s abs. For such an unhealthy person, Andre is extremely cut. The shirt gets thrown unceremoniously across the room, landing on one of the robotic arms. With one tentacle, Myc holds Andre’s wrists above his head, pressing him against the wall. Myc curls his tentacles around Andre’s nipples, squeezing and lightly pinching. 

“Will you stop teasing me and fuck me already?” Andre begs.

“But it’s so fun to watch you squirm. I know you want me now, but it is so much better if I make you wait.” Myc runs a tentacle down Andre’s chest and stomach, hesitating on his waistband. “Are you sure you want to do this? It is definitely an HR violation to fuck a coworker in a forbidden lab.”

“Do you think that mothy bitch can stop us?” Andre pulls Myc closer to him. “Please, Myc. I need this. I want you to take full command of me and fuck me, is that too much to ask?”

Myc mutters a soft no before letting himself go. He plunges his arm into Andre’s pants and rubs his hard cock over his boxers. Andre twitches, begging Myc to take him. Myc quickly pulls off the pants and underwear, dropping them to the floor. For what feels like an eternity, Myc just stares at Andre’s body and soaks it in. Myc had secretly wanted to do this for a long time but had never felt it was the right time. Now that Andre was all his, he was going to savor every minute. Myc’s tentacles start to ooze a slippery liquid, coating his appendages with a natural lube. Carefully, Myc wraps his tentacle around Andre’s penis, coiling into a cock sleeve filled with nerve endings headed straight to Myc’s pleasure center. He pulls up on the cock, feeling its length and girth press against him. He strokes firmly and evenly, refusing to speed up despite Andre’s begging. 

“Not yet, be patient. Be a good boy and wait for it. Don’t stop begging, I want you to know who made you cum.” Myc increases his speed and pressure only slightly, and raises his free tentacles. One slips around Andre’s neck, another caresses his chest, and a third rubs its length against Andre’s ass. “Can I choke you? I won’t be too rough, I promise.”

“Myc,” Andre groans, holding in the moans that Myc is drawing, “If you don’t start fucking me within an inch of my life right now I will never forgive you. I’ll say, fucking, I don’t know, ‘Reagan’ if I want you to stop. Otherwise, I want you to make me forget my name.”

“Deal.” Myc slowly inserts his tentacle into Andre’s tight ass, taking his time as to not hurt him.

“Within an inch of my life,” Andre begs, “Please, Myc, more.”

Myc picks up the pace, thrusting into Andre, stroking his penis, and squeezing his neck. As Myc thrusts and strokes he starts to forget himself, going faster and harder for his own pleasure. Andre moans louder, begging for Myc to keep going, telling him where to put his tentacles. 

Finally, Andre feels the pit of fire behind his hips grow, the pressure mounting. “Myc, Myc I’m gonna-”

“Not yet, you cum when I tell you to.” Myc moves his tentacle down Andre’s cock and gently plays with his balls, teasing him. His tentacle moves slower in Andre’s ass. Myc leans in and whispers into Andre’s neck, “I’m about to fuck you within an inch of your life, are you ready?”

“Yes,” Andre moans.

“Yes, what?” Myc prompts.

“Yes, please.”

“Good boy.” Myc quickly picks up his pace again, making sure to give attention to all of Andre with his free tentacles. Every inch of Myc is electrified with pleasure. He kisses Andre’s neck and holds him tight as he pumps into him, thrusting deeply. He whispers to Andre, “now.”

Andre had barely contained himself to that point. He burst, making a mess he was sure Reagan would notice. It made him giggle, clinging to Myc while Myc caressed him. 

“Now let me help you,” Andre puts Myc’s tentacle in his mouth and starts to bob his head, sucking and rubbing with his tongue.

Myc moans then remembers himself. “No, come on man. I'm a magic mushroom. My jizz gets people high, remember? I don’t want you to fall off the wagon because of me.”

“What if you pull out? I just want it to be fair, I mean I just had the best sex of my life I want you to cum too.” Andre keeps rubbing Myc’s tentacle.

“Baby, it was good for me too. Every appendage is a penis, remember? I just don’t want you to get high. You want to get me off? Do it, then wash your hands. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Andre cups his hands on one of Myc’s tentacles and sets to work, rubbing firmly and steadily. Slowly he sped up, encouraged by Myc’s moans. 

Suddenly, Myc shudders, releasing a glimmering goo. Andre puts a hand on Myc’s chest and grins. “Hope you aren’t too sensitive after all this because you have a few more tentacles for me to jerk off.

Myc smiles in a daze and leans back, letting his partner pleasure him. Then, he shouts, “Reagan!”

“Reagan? Oh, the safe word. Am I overstimulating you? I’m sorry, I’ll stop, I just-”

“No, look!” Myc points down the hallway to Reagan quickly approaching.

Before they can scramble to clean up and leave, she is standing before them.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOU GUYS?!”