#Intergalactic Interrogations

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Never prank a Human

Alien: So were you able to get back at the captain?

Alien 2: I don’t want to talk about it…..

Alien: What do you mean?

Alien: Last time you were here you told me that you found out that the human was afraid of “clowns” and had just ordered an outfit to wear and scare him with.

Alien 2: It did not go as planned.

Alien: What; did you not scare them?

Alien 2: Oh I did.

Alien 2: Waited in his quarters and then when he was just about to lay down in bed I jumped out and scared him before running out of the room.

Alien: Alright, mission complete.

Alien 2: I had just made it back to my quarters when the intercom activated and the captain spoke.

Alien 2: *Imitating human captain “All crew, all crew; we have a code clown, repeat, we have a code clown; this is not a drill.”

Alien: Wait, humans have a code for that?

Alien 2: Apparently.

Alien: But aren’t they silly humans wearing makeup and silly clothes.

Alien 2: Nope.

Alien 2: Turns out “Clowns” are intergalactic beings that feed on humans and try to lure them away from their packs with their bright outfits and silly faces.

Alien: Oh gods.

Alien 2: Next thing I knew bulkheads were sealing left and right and armed patrols were conducting a room by room search.

Alien: Shut the florp up.

Alien 2: I watched through my doors peephole as they dragged my next cabin neighbor out kicking and screaming as they found white face paint amongst their belongings.

Alien 2: After that everyone onboard was removed from their cabins and placed in the main hall before it was sealed off.

Alien 2: The captain came out with a row of armed guards on either side and demanded whoever was harboring the clown step forward at once.

Alien 2: When no one did the captain became angry and said he would begin interrogating people until he found the culprit. Any who were found guilty would be sent out the airlock.

Alien: This all seems rather unlike humans.

Alien 2: I thought so to.

Alien 2: Yet it seems to stem from their great fear of these clown like beings.

Alien: What happened next?

Alien 2: The captain led people one by one into another room before coming back for another person.

Alien: What happened to the first person they took?

Alien 2: They never came back….

Alien: Dear gods….

Alien 2: One by one the entire crew was hauled away until it was just me and the captain.

Alien 2: He asked me, *Imitating captain “Are you a clown?”

Alien 2: I said “No sir.”

Alien 2: They said “Have you helped a clown board my vessel an place us all in jeopardy?”  

Alien 2: I said “No sir, I would never.”

Alien 2: He said “I know you’re a lying sack of froth shite and you’ve just dug your own grave. We searched your room and found the clown suit!”

Alien 2: I said “There must be some mistake!”

Alien 2: He replied “I don’t make mistakes boy; and now your time has come to pay for your crimes.”

Alien 2: A pair of guards came over and began dragging me to doorway I assumed was the airlock intent to shoot me out of it.

Alien 2: I kicked and screamed and begged but they threw me in and locked the door behind me.

Alien 2: I heard the countdown timer begin as the captain leaned in and laughed at me as I started banging away at the door.

Alien 2: The timer reached 0 and the opposite door flung open as I prepared myself to die.

Alien: Well I take it you didn’t die since you’re right here telling me this story.

Alien 2: I was greeted by a laughing throng of guests standing around on our destination planet.

Alien 2: It seemed we had landed the night before and the captain had failed to inform the rest of the guests.

Alien 2: He had known it was me in the clown suit and had pulled each guest aside to get them onboard with his revenge prank while making me believe they had been flung out an airlock.

Alien: Wow. That’s fucked up even by our standards.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

the justice league had an undercover mission where a they try to track down a intergalactic intruder who is introducing alien drugs to humans, to do so some members attend a masquerade gala in pairs to find and interrogate a high society couple who have been in close proximity of the drug before and most probably got effected by it without their knowledge, but they aren't the safest people so they have to take some samples and and ask them questions about it without them getting suspicious, basically have to get them to trust you, so the justice league figured that someone who Is good a infiltration and interrogation should go! So they decide on batman with a bit of hesitation cause they don't know if he can act or not, batman realises this and tells them he will bring batwoman with him to make it look more believable

And so they go to the gala and and the justice league (some on coms and some actually there but just spying on them incase something bad happens) asks him how in the world would he get close to them, he simply replies "I am aware I have a flattering face and body, and I'm willing to use it" the justice league goes crazy after calming down just a bit (they didn't) they think "we should have realised batsy would be willing to do anything for a mission but GODAMN" and they expect batman to chat up the women and batwoman the man

Batman however approaches the man and batwoman the women

To their horror batwomen is flirting with the wife and the husband is now on top of batman

What the fuck is going on

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 53

The TARDIS's blue box exterior slightly changes in appearance due to chameleonic fluctuation. (Novel: St. Anthony's Fire)

The Eleventh Doctor claimed to have a seventh sense - the Finding Evil Sense. (Novel: Magic of the Angels) This would make sense, considering that the Doctor often gets prickling sensations or other odd feelings when he senses something evil nearby.

The Fifth Doctor wore question mark patterned pyjamas. (Novel: Divided Loyalties)

According to the Twelfth Doctor, the three best coffees in the universe are: the ones Sergeant Benton made, the ones made by Elisabeth Pepys, and the ones made by Intergalactic Coffee Roasting Station. (Short story: Lights Out)

The Laika Protocol is the name for the TARDIS protocol that disposes the Doctor's body in case of their death. (Novel: Too Many Hands) This protocol was likely named after how the Relic was disposed in Novel: Alien Bodies.

The Fourth Doctor began writing a series of books called Doctor Who Discovers while he was still associated with UNIT. The Fifth Doctor would later be threatened by the publisher's robot after not completing the series. (Audio: The Kingmaker)

The Thirteenth Doctor absolutely does not like olives, and she'd need weeks to explain why. (Novel: The Good Doctor)

The Fifth Doctor hates celery as a food. He only wears it to detect praxis gases. (Audio: The Gathering)

Clive Flinch had many pictures of people he believed could be different incarnations of the Doctor. One of these was a tall, bald black woman wielding a flaming sword, and another was a young-looking child in a wheelchair with a sonic screwdriver and a K-9 unit. Also included are many photographs of numbered incarnations as well as some of Morbius Doctors. (Novel: Rose)

The Tenth Doctor once had a reaction to praxis gas after disarming a booby-trapped bomb, but he was saved by Elizabeth Garrett Anderson. (Comic: Nurse Who?)

The Entity was a being composed of two minds that had created their own space, termed grey space, and brought the Doctor in for their own amusement. The Doctor convinced them to play Monopoly, so the Entity tested the Doctor, using a bet to determine who plays first. He had seven chances to disable an android, open a door, and evade an imposter version of a companion trying to push him through the door. The Seventh, Sixth, Fifth, Fourth, Third, and Second Doctors all failed the test, being pushed through the door by their respective companion imposters, but the First Doctor passed. (Audio: Seven to One)

The Sixth Doctor traveled to the Dawn of Time and wrote "The Doctor was here" on an early planet shortly before regenerating into his Seventh. (Short story: Gone Too Soon)

The Fourteenth Doctor's kidneys are blue, which is apparently normal. (Comic: Liberation of the Daleks)

The Eleventh Doctor brooded in his TARDIS for several days after being accused of committing deadly crimes. During this time, he imagined all his previous incarnations interrogating him. When he tried to tell his past selves that he always left things better than he had found them, they all turned away and left him in disgust. (Comic: Pull to Open)

River Song's imprisonment in the Stormcage overlapped with the Delgado Master's. (Comic: The Master Plan)

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[selfcestmovies]

For Kate Bishop, taking up residence at the new Avengers Compound made her feel like a kid in a candy store. She never had to worry about paying rent or cooking for herself (or cleaning up!), and to top it all off, Kate found herself with a nearly unlimited quantity of mind-boggling techy toys at her fingertips.

Battle drones, trick arrows, satellite reconnaissance... frankly it was enough to spoil a girl rotten.

But the battle simulations were what really caught Kate's eye. At it's full capacity, the tech could fill an entire room with holographic enemies and hazards to further train her skills – but even the "pocket-sized" version of the sim gear was impressive. Tony Stark had showed her personally how the small headset could simulate fully life-like encounters with various enemies or allies – anyone who had been pre-loaded into the simulation archive.

"Have fun," he winked. "Don't get too hooked."

Kate's gears were already turning by the time she got back to her dorm. She could use the tech to practice interrogations with Natasha Romanoff, or even to simulate a one-on-one encounter with intergalactic foes like Thanos... As she flipped through the options available on the headset, more and more ideas came to mind.

And then... her mind began to wander. She could summon *anyone* into her dorm room. Even someone like Yelena, or Wanda, for a bit of private time without the boundaries usually set by social decorum. It was late at night already and Kate began to feel herself getting excited as she scanned through the list of potential strings-free hook-ups that the simulation tech would make available to her.

Then one name caught her eye, one that she hadn't realized would have been preloaded into the augmented simulation gear, but she supposed it shouldn't be a complete surprise: it was herself. Kate Bishop.

Kate could literally hang out with herself.

Kate could literally do much more with herself, too. Many more things, she realized. A few otherwise previously-far-too-impossible interactions came swiftly to mind.

She didn't waste a second longer. With the swipe of a few buttons, she launched the simulation and another identical Kate Bishop appeared by her side. Oh what fun the two of her would have in store.

[rose-of-red-lake]

Helicopter parents at the Jedi Temple

"Rhogo can't take his intergalactic history exam at that time. We're going on three week vacation to Canto Bight."

"You told Hely that her blood was red when actually, it's blue." (It was, in fact, red.)

"My little Colo needs to be in a more advanced class. He's already mastered all of the lightsaber forms."

"I saw the grade you gave Mara in her Courage trial. Why did she fail the exam?"

"Brax can't take your class on learning how to resist mind probes and interrogation. It's against his religion."

"I don't want my son assigned to Mace Windu."

"I don't like the carpeting in here. The classroom should have thicker carpets in case Steffan hits his head."

(Jedi Voicemail at 3 AM): "This is Jona Johnson, Joyo's mom. I called you yesterday. Can you please call me back? We had some questions."

"We're frantically watching the holonet and hear that a war is about to break out between the Wookies and the Trandoshans. I know that Reni is a Jedi Knight but they need to come home now. I don't want them going anywhere near that mess."

"WHY ARE YOU TEACHING MY CHILD TO SUPPRESS HIS EMOTIONS"

"Why do you worship false idols at the Jedi temple? Those statues look demonic. I'm contacting Chancellor Palpatine."

"I'm somewhat of a botanist myself. Chane would love to work in your agricorp lab."

"My child can't understand anything that old green teacher is saying. His accent is too thick. He needs to be moved to a different teacher."

"How do I become a Jedi master here?"

[the-gateway-to-madness]

It sorta bothers me that post-series people are still complaining about 3Below being disconnected from the rest of Tales of Arcadia. For me, it was a refreshing break from the densely-packed fantasy lore and an intriguing peek at the way the universe beyond Arcadia and Earth functions. I liked the character arcs and interpersonal connections. And there was ample room for me to come up with a bunch of my own headcanons, which I love! I absolutely love being able to slot pieces of my own mind and soul into an existing world! I don't like shows where I'm told how every little detail works, that's way too much to remember. Instead I want enough to create an idea of the rules and how things might have gone/might continue to go and fill in whatever else I want.

Also, I think 3Below was SUPPOSED to be a lot more connected before Wizards got cut down. Tons of ideas didn't make it into the limited series run- I remember hearing stuff about Mordred being involved, a lost Krel arc, and I'm sure a lot of lore that would have bound the worlds together more closely. When they mentioned Gaylen's core came from Earth, there was clearly supposed to be more to that, but it got cut out. I'm like 93% sure Gaylen was a being who was part of or similar to the Arcane Order, but was drawn to the cosmos rather than to a part of the Earth. That would indicate that Akiridion tech and magic are compatible because Akiridions' energy-based life was initially magical, but those roots were largely forgotten because of how old a civilization Akiridion is. They've been spacefaring since humans were cavepeople. If the Order existed from the primeval dawn of the world, and Gaylen left not long after that, Akiridion could be millenia ahead of Earth. Or, heck, maybe Earth was the first or only livable world, and Gaylen created the Order to look after it before going off to try to find or create life elsewhere. I always headcanoned that Seklos was more powerful than most Akiridions or even the Royals that came after her, given the fact her core alone was enough to stop Gaylen while in the modern era it requires two royal cores. Maybe she was created by Gaylen to be Akiridion's version of an Arcane Order type being, and she created normal Akiridions, which she then had kids with, diluting her power in the Royals that followed. There's so much ancient history to unpack from just the tidbits we were given.

As for the modern era, there seems to very distinctly be a major intergalactic connection. The drunk ship operator in episode 3 of 3b s1 that the Zerons interrogate talks about ship classifications, which indicates a universal or at least an interplanetary system of ship ratings. We also see interplanetary tourism, and signs that Akiridion is one of the most advanced and influential planets out there.

3Below doesn't need to continue the plot of Trollhunters to be a valid part of Tales of Arcadia. It brought an energy to ToA that was somewhere between Star Trek TNG and Babylon 5, and I love how it expands the weirdness of Arcadia. If it was supposed to be a continuation of Trollhunters, they would have made more Trollhunters. But it's not Trollhunters, it's 3Below. And Wizards isn't Trollhunters either! I honestly think that Camelot, Douxie, and the world of wizards could have been written such that the Trollhunters cast was much less focal, and that if they'd given the show the time it needed and deserved to tell its story, it would have been fleshed-out and fascinating all on its own, with or without the TH gang. Where are the magic users beyond the reach of Camelot? Are there merfolk, sirens, harpies, dryads, more dragons, or other sapient races living on Earth with their own civilizations and magic and cultures? There are so many worlds and so many potential stories out there, on Earth and beyond, in the Tales of Arcadia universe. Arcadia just happens to be the narrative meshing point of them all. And I think that's a really cool way to build a universe.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk, here's more Akiridion development as a treat for making it this far.

[canttouchthis87]

Art by @flyora (instagram @/flyora.art)

The Captain and the Rebel / M / 60K / Dramione / Sci-fi

“I see you in my dreams,” she said the words like they were a song. “In the moments before I wake. I see castles and spaceships and pastures. And every time, I see you. I wondered how long it would be until we met this time.”

In the year 3486, Draco Malfoy is a loyal, tired Captain of the Intergalactic Sovereignty. But when he’s tasked with interrogating the illustrious rebel Hermione Granger, he’ll slowly find his world upended as she weaves a love story that spans a thousand years and countless solar systems.

Now Complete!

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 2

Carol Danvers x Reader

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Summary: Kamala helps you as you begin your journey to recovery.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 792

Like A Summer Day, She Could Push The Night So Far Away

Kamala walks you into the living quarters and you stop by the kitchen to rummage inside the fridge, she takes the opportunity to pop by Fury’s office and persuade him to let her go through with her half thought out plan.

After you finish eating the girl takes you upstairs and pauses in front of one of the many identical doors, "This will be your room while you, uh-"

"While my brain gets fixed, got it." You decide you might as well just go with it. You walk inside and try to get comfortable, Kamala says her goodbyes and tells you she’ll be back tomorrow.

Later that night Kamala calls Carol after not finding her anywhere in the compound, she tells her the plan and The Captain reluctantly agrees, still overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak, on one condition: She cannot tell you about your relationship with Carol.

For the remainder of the week you stay on strict bed rest on doctor's orders. Kamala comes by every day and talks to you about current events and pop culture which, even before the injury, you weren't very good at keeping up with. She makes sure you eat and drink enough liquids and even tries to sneak in little details about your former life to see if you'll remember.

It is the first day after your mandated bed rest is over and Kamala comes back as promised, "How are you liking your room?"

"It’s fine."

"They'll bring all your stuff back from your former residence soon."

"Where was that?"

"You were doing a lot of intergalactic work so you were living in a spaceship," she says, trying to find the most objective way to describe it.

"That sounds awful."

"Well, according to your most recent reports you were really enjoying it."

"You have my reports? Can I read them?"

"They are being held in hopes they might contain information about the ambush." Her words are only half true as you weren't exactly subtle when writing about Carol.

The girl walks you to a conference room to have some privacy and hopefully get started on your recovery. She pulls out her S.A.B.E.R. tablet, "Do you know where we are?"

"The Avengers compound," you answer plainly.

"What do you know about them?" She starts making annotations.

"The Avengers? They're a bunch of stuck up assholes with a hero complex who think they're so special because they can shoot lasers out of some part of their body."

"Right," Kamala exhales heavily, "Do you remember any of them?"

"Uh, let's see, there's Stark, paying his way to the top, there's grandpa America-"

"Captain America," she writes down.

"Big green guy,"

"The hulk."

"Red witchy witch,"

"Scarlet Witch."

"The guy with the arrows, how did he even get in?"

"Hawkeye."

"Oh and tiny bug-man."

"Ant-man. Anyone else?"

"I think that's about it."

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to talk to any of them, see if they can help bring some memories back?"

"You suppose right."

"What about someone else? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Defenders?" she starts to wonder out loud.

"Defenders? Jones?" You let out a small chuckle.

"Yes! Do you know her?" Her eyes light up.

"No," you let her down, "but even if I did, she doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to talk."

"I guess you're right." She begins to mindlessly scroll through her clear tablet hoping to find an answer when you see a familiar face.

"Rambeau. I'll talk to her if she's around."

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out, "Captain Rambeau is unavailable at the moment," she says, carefully choosing her words.

"I can wait," you respond, really trying to be helpful.

"Indefinitely." Her harsh tone tells you this is a conversation for another day.

After a moment she continues with the interrogation, "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Paris," you answer with certainty. Kamala searches on the device, "You're scrolling back an alarming amount, how long ago was Paris?"

"Many years ago," she responds in a quiet voice, a feeling of discouragement taking over you. She begins to read aloud, "Let's see, Paris. Mission to retrieve stolen files. Success. Black Widow." She looks at you when she gets to the last part.

"Yelena," you say, almost like an afterthought.

She gives you a perplexed look, "Natasha."

You accept her correction, "Romanoff."

"You remember her?" You nod in response, "Will you talk to her?" she follows expectantly.

"Absolutely not." Kamala scoffs, "I barely knew her, that's the only mission I ever went on with her. I didn't even live here with them, I had my own home in Louisiana." Your last words peak her interest and she discreetly writes them down.

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Chapter 3

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𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 — 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐫

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𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

what was he doing here? 

the Green Lantern Corps wasn’t supposed to be allowed on this planet; that was exactly why your father sent you here. 

and yet, here he was. he wasn’t in uniform, and before you’d bolted, you hadn’t seen the ring gleaming on his finger, so you assumed he was here without the guardians or his fellow corps members knowing, but that only made it worse for you. he’d been scanning the crowded bar room, and when you’d made the mistake of locking eyes, he recognized you instantly. 

luckily, you were faster than him at first, and the patrons assisted in obstructing him long enough for you to duck out of the back and into the alleyway. 

but you had no idea Guy Gardner of the Lantern Corps could lay down a circle of armed men in a matter of seconds without his power ring, and before you could call for help, his massive frame busted through the back door and he snatched you up. 

you screamed and fought, flinging your body back against his, but only to find that he was completely solid and unyielding. “Easy, sweetheart!” he barked, grasping your hand as it comes up, blindly, a glowing blade in your hand. his vice tightens around your wrist, and you yelp, before he twists your arm up and pins it to your lower back. “Now, that is a big knife for a little thing like you. Daddy buy that for ya?” he’d dug his chin against your shoulder, walking you, kicking and screaming, closer to the wall on the opposite side of the alleyway. his free hand grasps the handle and wrenches it from your fist with what little resistance you could muster. “Ya gonna cut me up with that? Huh?” 

“You can’t be here!” you hissed, shoving your shoulders back to try and jab him in the chest. you were met with only solid muscle. “This planet is out of your jurisdiction!” 

“Why do you think I ditched the uniform, honey?” Guy crooned, throwing the weapon to the ground. it clatters, the glow dimming, and his hand grabs at the collar around your neck. you knew he must be feeling the inscription, and even without his ring to translate, he must know what it says.

“If you don’t let go of me I swear I’ll—” 

 “I don’t think you wanna go and do that. I know where I’m at. Do you? Daddy dearest sent his little princess to a planet fulla’ the nastiest criminals this side of the universe with a dinner bell ‘round her neck.” 

you scoff, “They wouldn’t dare!” 

“Wouldn’t they?” Guy mutters in your ear, instilling the inkling of doubt in your mind, “You think any of these space thugs would think twice about bending you over this dumpster? If you’re really that confident, go ahead and call for them. Let’s see what they’d do if they saw you all tangled up and helpless. My money’s on nothin’ good.” 

your eyes widen. you hate that he might be right. but you say nothing, pursing your lips into a loathsome pout. 

“Don’t sull up on me,” he growls, his hand careening up from the collar to grasp your face, digging his thumb and forefinger into your cheeks. the pressure pushes your lips out further. “You should be thanking me. Because I got to you before any of these monsters caught you alone.” 

“What do you want?” you snap, trying to shake your head to force his hand from your face. his grip only tightened. “You can’t arrest me. Not here.” 

“I just came here to ask you some questions, sweetheart. You can be a good girl and answer them truthfully,” Guy pauses, pressing your torso against the brick wall, but he guides your head back to rest against his clavicle so you’re looking up at him. “…or your night can get a lot harder.” 

you already knew what the question would be before he said it. 

“Where’s daddy hiding?” 

your eyes narrow, and you glare up at him, but make no attempt to answer. 

Guy tilts his head. “Nothing? Not a peep?” the ghost of a smirk dances across his lips, “I was hoping you’d pick the hard way.” 

knots tied in your belly and you bite down hard on your lip. you want to ask him what he’s going to do to you, but you don’t have the time before he’s pressing his weight against you, pinning you to the wall so he can reach the gem embedded in your temple. 

“Why don’t we just give him a call?” 

he’s rough when he presses into it, and you cry out, your eyes lighting up along with the jewel itself. if the communication connecting hadn't always stunned you, you would’ve reached up and clawed at his wrist. “S—stop!” 

your name echoes around you, your father’s voice, asking what was going on. after all, you rarely called him this way. it hurt too much. 

Guy chuckles, and taps it a couple of times, as if he were knocking on a door, and you whimper each time, mouth hanging open and illuminated eyes turned up towards the dark atmosphere. “So this little trick does work. And here I thought Hal was just pullin’ my leg. Z, buddy, it’s been a while. Remember me?” 

“…. Green Lantern Guy Gardner.” 

“Bingo! And I got your little Princess here with me. Go ‘head, sweetheart, say hi to daddy.” 

you shudder when he nudges your ear with his lips, hissing low in your ear, but you mumble slowly. “He… won’t let me go…” 

your dad sounded completely nonchalant, if not annoyed. “You’re safe. He can’t arrest you there, remember?”  

“So y’all keep sayin’.” Guy scoffs, and one arm slinks around your midriff. “But I haven’t tried to drag her to a sciencell. It’s you I’m after, Z.” 

a sigh echoed around the two of you. 

“D—daddy…“ you wanted to beg him for his help. however, Guy was right there. 

“Hear that, pal? That’s your daughter calling for you. If ya just show your ugly mug, I’ll let her go nice and easy.” 

“What will you do with her if I don’t comply with these terms?” 

blinking, you stare, incredulous. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. would he really not come to save you? “Daddy—” 

“Sh, baby girl, the grown ups are talking.” Guy crooned, clapping a hand over your mouth and squeezing it tight. “You’re one evil bastard for even considerin’ not coming to get her, Z. If you don’t make your grand appearance, well hell, I might just have to be her new daddy.” Guy plants a fleeting kiss on your cheek since he’s leaned in close enough to whisper to the jewel. “Me and her are gonna have some fun.” 

there’s a moment’s silence— one that you can’t even believe happens. why isn’t your father screaming? why isn’t he throwing out threats and demanding you be released this instant? 

“Make your choice, Z. Ya gonna let the little thing become my new sex doll or are ya gonna turn yourself in?” there’s an edge to his voice, as if the silence is also frustrating him. he must’ve been expecting the same thing you were; maybe he didn’t really like the idea of using you as a hostage, either. 

more silence. 

you whined from behind Guy’s palm, tasting the saline sweat and the roughness of the healing callouses against his fingers. 

“Princess, you know I love you,” your dad started and your heart sank. with wide eyes you screamed into Gardner’s hand, “but sometimes, we all must make sacrifices…” 

Guy scoffed in disbelief, taking a subtle step back, “You gotta be shittin’ me,” he murmured more to himself, and spun you around so your back was against the bricks. then, the hand that was previously keeping you quiet slid down to grasp at your throat. with a pathetic croak, you reach up to dig your nails into his hand from either side. “Hey, Z. I’m about to shove my cock in your little girl’s throat so I’m gonna have to cut this call short, aight buddy? I just want you to hear one thing.” 

“Green Lantern…” your father sounded impatient, as if he was desperate to get off the line before he could feel even an ounce of humiliation, but Guy ignores it. he leans in close to you again, breathing hot air against your lips as his grip tightens. 

“Who’s your daddy now, sweetheart?” 

you didn’t want to answer him. you gurgle for air, eyes big and glaring up at him, but when you realize he won’t ease up until he gets the answer he’s looking for, you mutter, begrudgingly, “Y—you are—“ 

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you.” Guy gives you a little shake by your throat, his thumb pressing hard against your windpipe and his olive eyes lock on to yours. “Who’s your daddy now?” 

there’s a twinkle in his gaze when you whimper, your own flooding with fearsome subservience, and you croak out, “Y—you’re my daddy!” 

did he like how scared you were?

“Damn straight.” 

you felt the connection to your father cut, as if he’d finally had enough, and your eyes dimmed, before finally returning to their normal hue. he hadn’t wanted to hear anymore, obviously. 

Guy uses the grip on your throat to drag you down the side of the brick wall until you’re slamming your knees against the rocky ground and wincing, staring up at him. “He— he’s going to show up,” you attempt to assure him, but he’s already reaching with one hand to unbuckle his belt. “He’s coming to save me, and if you do anything to hurt me, he’ll—“ 

“He’s not comin’, Princess.” he growls, cutting you off. he grips your face and tilts it up, running a rough thumb pad over your trembling lower lip. “You not hear him? He’s givin’ you to me so he don’t rot in a sciencell. I was even gonna let you go before, but now…” Guy trails off, dragging his thumb over your lip before pushing it into your mouth. you whimper, your tongue pushing back, and you try to shake your head, but he hooks it against the inside of your cheek, pushing your head back against the wall. “You had to go and look so cute when you were callin’ me daddy.” 

“P—please…” you slur around his finger. “Please… just let me go… I won’t tell—“ 

“Shh,” Guy replaces his thumb with his first, two fingers, prodding deep to the back of your throat until you gag, helplessly blinking at tears welling in your eyes. “Daddy’s thinking.” his fingers pump in and out of your open mouth, forcing you to cluck and gargle, costing them in spit, as he watches. “Daddy’s thinking about how he’s gonna fit his big, thick cock in this pretty, little mouth of yours.” Guy’s free hand flees to his belt, unbuckling it skillful and quick, before focusing on his zipper. “Hell, I bet you’ve never had to suck cock a day in your spoiled life. You’d choke the whole time. You’re gonna need some serious training before I can play with you the way I really want to.” 

Guy worms his leather boot in between your knees, pushing it flush against the crotch of your panties underneath your skirt so you’re sitting on his foot, and you mewl, squinting. you didn’t want to be, but the light rubbing of coarse leather against the thin lingerie had you dampening them in no time. 

“You want daddy to be nice to you this time? Take it easy?” 

there’s no way to escape him, and even if you tried, you knew he’d just catch you again. besides, you feared what the alternative to his niceties could be. so you nod, allowing your eyelashes, stuck together with tears, to flutter. 

Guy groans, staring down at you, and pushes his fingers as deep as he could, dipping the tips into the back of your throat, staring down at you. you were drooling and crying, helpless. and he was so powerful, in complete control. “Ask me, real sweet.” 

“P—pleas—“ it was difficult, to say the least, to sound out each word around his fingers, and simultaneously keep from gagging on them. “Please be nice— to me— daddy—!” you could feel saliva leaking out around his knuckles, dribbling down your chin, and you were humiliated. you’d never felt so dirty in your life. 

Guy shimmies his jeans and underwear to his ankles, grabbing his monstrous cock at it’s girthy base to show you just how big he was. even his herculean fist, that he could wrap all the way around your neck, looked to be normal as he held on to the massive tool. he saw your eyes widen, gluing themselves to his cock, and he whistles. “I know, baby girl, it’s big, ain’t it?” pulling his other hand from your mouth, he slathers the already strong erection in the spit you’ve coated his hand in, before rubbing the length across your face. sputtering for air, you try to shy away from it, but Guy takes your hair at the roots and holds you in place, so he can smack the angry, red tip against your cheek, hard enough to leave you wincing and whimpering for him to stop. “I wanna see you struggle to suck me,” he murmurs, tugging your hair, “I bet even just the tip is bigger than you can comfortably handle. Open wide.” 

you shook your head, trying to seal your lips together tight, but the power behind his pushing as he prods your reluctant mouth finally forces you to comply. you reach up, about to press against his thighs when the thick head stretches your mouth open and slips inside, but he takes both of them at the wrist and tucks them behind your back. “Don’t need these.” he snorts, gruffly, “Keep ‘em outta my way. If that’s all you can take, then you better start suckin’.” 

you garbled your way through an incoherent thought, your hands balling into fists but you kept them behind your back, as obedient as you could be. at least he wasn’t trying to shove the whole thing in your mouth; the more your eyes tried to stare at the several inches protruding from your face, the dizzier you felt. the head was inside, just barely, and your lips were already stretched into a tight O, your tongue pinned to the floor of your mouth, and his thickness threatened to bulge your cheeks. trying your best to clamp your tiers into as tight a seal as you could, you suck in your cheeks and slurp. it’s beyond embarrassing, the sloppy sounds you made trying to suck Guy’s cock. you whined and mewled and squinted, bobbing your head to simply appease the beast of a man before you. 

“Uhhuh,” he grunted, releasing your hair. one hand splayed against the wall to support himself, and he dipped his chin into his bolstered, rising chest to watch you, “that’s it, sweetheart. Keep doing it, just like that.” 

you were staring up at his pleasured face, and you hoped he could feel every ounce of hate for the way his cock fit in your mouth you poured into your gaze, but you had a feeling he didn’t care. your brows knit together, and you moaned when he ground the toe of his shoe into your panties. 

“That hot, little mouth sure is somethin’, you’re gonna fuck around and make me cum,” he hummed between ragged breaths, “I can’t wait to see how the rest of your holes feel stretched around me.” 

Guy’s hips were twitching, but thankfully he didn’t use them to rock against your face and try to stuff you beyond your limit, but he did allow his hand to rest on the top of your head, keeping it in place while you sucked. “Use your tongue, little girl.” he hisses, closing his eyes, “Show me how bad you wanna swallow my load.” 

you didn’t, that was the problem. 

the last thing you wanted was for him to cum in your mouth; you didn’t want to taste the desire he held for forcing himself on you, but you couldn’t fight back. so, with all the strength you could muster, you push the tip of your tongue to tickle the sensitive underside of the twitching tip, until he howls in pure, sordid delight and comes undone. 

regardless of whether or not you wanted it, he shot spurt after hot spurt directly into your mouth. you gagged when the warmth drizzled down into your throat, but it was clear when he murmured, “Swallow it.” that he wouldn’t be pulling out until you did. 

obedient, albeit disgusted, you swallow, blinking fresh tears away, and your nails digging miniature crescents into your palms. “Nnn… Nnn…” 

“There’s daddy’s good whore.” he purrs, catching his breath, and finally, pulls himself free of your mouth. there’s a flood of spit and cum that didn’t make it down your throat that oozes over your lips once he’s pried himself out, and you pant, sitting back on your butt against the rough ground. coughing, you consider forcing yourself to throw up, just so his damned warmth is out of your system. however, the strong hand that grabs your face and forces it up towards him again stops you. you find Guy squatting down to be as close to eye level as he could get with you. “As long as you play by the rules, I promise you’re gonna learn to like daddy’s games.” 

[skyler10fic]

Lightning Strikes Twice: Ch. 8

Summary:

Both sides make plans for what to do with Carol.

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Yon-Rogg had time to craft his story as he approached the literal hall of power, where the leaders of the Kree Empire were gathered on their home planet: Hala. 

Minn-Erva had been right. There was no place here for Terrans. Carol especially had been a disappointment. Now, walking into a status report on the Terran integration project, Minn-Erva’s voice was in his head, taunting him. 

“I told you she was a liability,” she had said casually when she found out Carol was missing. But Yon-Rogg had to admit to himself, part of him was impressed Carol had managed it. Furious, of course. But she had ambition and potential beyond what Minn-Erva assumed. Even now, his faith in the Terrans clouded his view, or cleared it, depending on one’s perspective. 

And the perspective that mattered was the Supreme Intelligence. It was pointless to hide anything, so he reflected as he waited for the giant doors to open to the council meeting. Carol had been gone for weeks. She was most likely dead, but if not, if she had made it to C-53, she wasn’t going to come back willingly to be imprisoned and executed. He consoled himself that if he did find her, he could advocate for her to have her memories rewritten. He just needed a second chance. She was undeniably powerful. If they just gave her a more convincing back story than her real memories, understanding her natural disposition this time, he could control her. He was sure of it.

Three hours later, the council dismissed him with a denial of his request. He was to go to C-53 himself and eliminate her. They agreed with Minn-Erva: Carol was too dangerous to live. He also learned a Kree spy was working on a different area of the Terran integration project and had achieved a high status at an intelligence organization there. What’s more, his agency had captured Carol and he was awaiting orders. 

It was too risky to make contact over communication channels. Yon-Rogg would have to arrange a meeting on C-53 with the spy himself and arrange Carol’s execution. In an announcement that only surprised the few council members reporting great success with their Terran experiment subjects, the orders from the Supreme Intelligence were to abandon C-53 and its people to their own assured demise. They were already exploiting each other’s resources and land, poisoning their planet and setting it on a path to certain slow destruction, so it wasn’t worth the bother. Experiments with other races and planets were much more successful colonization efforts, with planets that weren’t overheating and choking on their own industrial pollution. Yon-Rogg shook his head as he swiftly exited the hall the same way he’d come in: amazed at how every Terran managed to fail at even his low but hopeful expectations. The spy, Zxan-Dar, would take down this intergalactic intelligence agency from the inside, setting C-53 back to zero on their knowledge of life outside their own pathetic planet before the trigger-happy power-hungry Terrans got any big ideas and became an intergalactic pest control problem for the Empire to clean up. 

One pest was easy enough to squish. Eight billion was another story. 

Of course, the specific pest he’d been assigned to squish had powers that made squishing her significantly more inconvenient. But this was his mess and he had no choice but to clean it up. 

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Skye couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong everywhere she went. Her parents’ questions were standard but insistent and unceasing. It wasn’t out of character for them to express their love through concern, but this was taking an edge of interrogation. 

“I don’t know, Mom,” Skye sighed, exasperated over dinner conversation at their house one night. “How IS Carol, since you see her more than I do, training her all day?” 

“You know these tests are crucial,” Melinda countered. “You’ve been through this training.” 

Phil took the good cop role, as usual. “We’re just worried, honey. You have both been through so much. And you’re getting close to each other so fast. We just want to make sure this… friendship… is healthy for both of you.” 

He isn’t wrong, an annoying voice in Skye’s head reminded her. They had been moving fast emotionally. They hadn’t done more than hug, physically. She wasn’t even sure what was normal for Carol’s culture and expectations. She was fairly certain Carol liked girls too, but even that had been more of a cross-cultural explanation that pansexuality wasn’t the default for all humans, and in fact, for most on earth, attraction tended to favor reproduction. Carol found this amusing and quaint in a way that grated a bit on Skye’s sensitivity to being patronized, but she let it go. Far be it from her as a bi woman to criticize her crush for not being heteronormative enough! 

But most days, Carol came home late from training and didn’t knock on Skye’s door, despite being assigned to an identical Shield-owned apartment just across the hall. They were certainly more than coworkers, had too much obvious attraction to be simple friends, and yet weren’t exactly dating. Skye stirred the remaining noodles in her bowl as she answered her dad’s concern.

“I mean, yeah.” Skye shrugged. “I’d like us to be more, but I want to get the timing right, you know? Like both of you said, it’s been a crazy month and we have a lot to work out. I keep forgetting she’s from another planet. Or, technically, I am. Or whatever. It’s confusing. Biologically, I’m the alien, but culturally, she is. And I barely know how to date a normal girl, much less an AWOL Kree warrior.” 

Melinda stopped eating and leaned in, seriously. “Does she ever regret leaving? Or seem to think of herself as still part of Starforce?”

“No?” Skye furrowed her brow. “Of course not.”

“Do you know if she ever makes contact with them?”   

Skye’s eyes widened. “Oh my god. You’re intelligence gathering!” 

“It’s just a question, Skye.” Melinda held her cool gaze. “You know how this works. Think like an agent. Is there anything you’d suspect—”

“No! Do you honestly believe…?” When Melinda didn’t answer the unfinished question, Skye looked to her dad and then back to her mom in betrayal. “All these questions, you were using me for WORK? To let me get close to Carol and see if she’s a double agent, is that it?” 

Phil interrupted, “No! No, sweetheart, that’s … If you do have information that is helpful for us to put together a complete picture, that’s great.”

Skye stood up and tossed her napkin to the table in a huff. She picked up her bowl to take it to the kitchen. “Unbelievable.” 

“Skye,” Melinda warned. “Come back to the table, please.” 

Skye rolled her eyes at the kitchen entryway and went to scrub her bowl in anger. Her parents gave her a minute to cool off, but eventually, Phil came to stand beside her. 

“Looks pretty clean. Good work.” The twinkle in his eye when she looked up at him disarmed her from the upcoming argument. He leaned casually against the counter. “Do you remember that assistant who always follows Agent Pierce around?”

Skye turned off the sink and set the bowl aside. “The Russian?” 

Phil hummed in approval. “I’m surprised you picked up on that. She doesn’t have an accent.” 

Skye watched Melinda bring her bowl to the kitchen and stepped aside to allow her access to the sink. “I had a weird feeling about him. Ironically, I wondered if she was helping him with something underground, so I may have, umm, accessed some unredacted personnel files?” 

Skye winced. Saying it aloud, she heard the hypocrisy. What her parents were asking of her wasn’t against any rules. What she’d done on her own broke them all. 

“We’re going to pretend we didn’t hear that,” Melinda remarked. 

Phil continued. “You were right. Natasha met with your mother. Pierce does have shady business, but she’s on our side, working to keep him from doing any real harm as best she can.” 

Melinda finished washing her bowl and Phil’s. “This is all classified, of course.” 

“Understood. Just tell me things, okay? I don’t like being watched like that.” Skye shivered. “There’s just been this feeling lately that something is off. I can’t place it. And no, before you ask, not with Carol. She’s depressed and anxious, obviously, but about blending in on Earth and healing from the hell they put her through. I’m helping as much as I can, but I think training is her best therapy.” 

There, a peace offering for her mom. 

Melinda nodded once and led them out of the kitchen. “C’mon, kid, we have a case to brief you on. If Carol isn’t here to be a mole, she’s in serious danger from one.”

[captain-neutrino]

sorry for the excess asks, but something i noticed while rewatching ISWM, man Allu is a dang coward. She shoots mark repeatedly, but then points the gun at the captain, and doesn't even try to shoot when the captain uses the crystal-

There are two paths after the "interrogation" scene with Bandit that lead to Lady shooting you dead

Its a very stupid move to shoot either the head engineer OR the captain, considering you cant get info out of dead ppl, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The more I went over Lady's scenes (after rearranging them to be linear from her perspective) the more that character drives me insane. Like, Lady ticked me off during my first full route cuz the whole waving a gun around and not explaining anything and telling me its my fault, but man she really-

I gotta stop myself or else I'll write an essay sbskssbsbs

She's a better character in my fic- less annoying (no longer repeats every single sentence 2-3 times), there's a reason for her incompetence, and she has interactions with other characters beyond saying what did you do or where is the ship or how did you get here or blah blah blah. We get a glimpse into how the USA and other intergalactic government bodies work, space pirate/bandit culture, and overall just a bigger sense of world from interaction with her.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Hand in Hand (part eleven)

cw: aftermath of whump, hospital setting, adult language

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Fleet soldiers come to collect him with weapons drawn and cuffs to replace his chains. They lift him from the bed and strap him to a stretcher, tight enough that he can barely move. Dan doesn't fight it.

They'll take him aboard and throw him in the brig. Probably interrogate him, probably transfer him to a place he has no hope of escaping once they're done. He doesn't care. Whatever they do to him, it can't be worse than Swift's ruthlessness and cold manipulation. Unlike her, the Fleet has rules.

He isn't so naive as to believe they actually follow those rules, but being an intergalactic organization puts them under a certain level of public scrutiny. And even if the Fleet-aligned public hate Dan, they won't be bold enough to condone his torture. He isn't safe, but he's safer. Wes is safer.

Maybe he can cut a deal with them. Comply and give them anything they want, in exchange for his friend's freedom. Something he'll never know again, but again, he doesn't care. He took his last breath of free air months ago.

He just has to hope they get to Wes in time.

The soldiers lift the stretcher, and he winces as the movement jostles his leg. He's barely left the bed at all since Swift dragged him away from Wes, and the few times he's been pulled from it have been agonizing. He's sure his leg is getting worse, not better. Is it bad enough now that it won't get better at all?

He can't linger on it. There's bigger things to worry about.

Like Wes.

Dan tries to get a look around as they carry him onto the ship and secure the stretcher, but he can barely lift his head.

"Where... where's my friend-- th-the other prisoner? Is he alive?"

He doesn't get a response. Fuck, he can't just not know. He needs to know that they have him, that they won't leave him behind.

"Please, give me an answer," he says, straining against the straps that hold him. "Just tell me you aren't leaving him, please."

"Shit, am I supposed to tell him something?" the soldier who speaks is talking to her teammate, not Dan, but he still picks up her whisper.

"Maybe it's best if we sedate him for the flight. I mean, it's Melchior."

Sedate him? No, they can't. Not until he knows Wes is okay. Not until he sees him being brought onboard. If they can't even promise him that, what does that mean? Is he dead?

"Don't, please, I just wanna know--"

But the soldiers only ignore him as one of them preps a needle.

And as much as he tries to fight it, Dan can't escape the drug as it pulls him under.

~ ~ ~

He wakes to fluorescent light and a low ceiling, metal ringing his left wrist, connecting him to a hospital bed.

A ship. He's on a Fleet ship.

His leg has been heavily bandaged, and he can't feel it. They must've numbed the pain there somehow. For a moment, Dan just stares at the blanket, at his own hands. He isn't free. But isn't Swift. It isn't---

Realization hits him like a bullet and he shoots up, his head spinning and woozy as he looks around the room. Wes. Where...

It doesn't take long to spot him. The med bay is small, and there's only one other bed. Wes lies in it, asleep or unconscious. His skin looks even paler in this light, his many wounds a sharp contrast. He's hooked up to an IV bag. Dan is too, he realizes.

Wes looks awful, looks like he's in so much pain, but he's out. He's here, he's alive.

"Wes," Dan croaks, though he doubts his friend can hear him. Tears are building in his eyes, but for once they're falling in relief. Whatever comes next, whatever sentence he has to take from the Fleet, Swift can't touch them anymore. She can't hurt Wes anymore.

And he'll die before anyone else gets the chance to.

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles @shywhumpauthor @whumpsday @whumpacabra

[trashyvanillabean]

😅

So, um…what’s this about the Crew still being trapped in a dream after beating Sunday (for the second time)?

The Crew: *moving on to the Wardance and then Amphoreus*

Someone somewhere on my dash: “IT’S ALL JUST A DREAM!!! THEY’RE STILL TRAPPED IN A DREAM!!!”

???????? Is there an actual basis?

I’m going to assume this is a crack theory or someone was playing out of order because?? Wasn’t the whole “trap everyone in a sweet dream” about giving everyone sweet dreams where there is no suffering and everyone “lives” their best lives (at the cost of free will and dying in reality when the Anti-Matter Legion finally destroys everything should Sunday have had his way)? Wasn’t that what Sunday’s plan was about?

*points at the convo between Jade and Oti*

You mean to tell me the IPC weaseling their way into Penacony’s affairs is part of the dream?

*points at the Wardance and the borisin infiltration*

You mean to tell me the borisin infiltrating and plotting to free their war criminal of a leader and cause untold bloodshed on the streets is part of the dream?

*points at Phantylia aka “Mangas”*

You mean to tell me a Lord Ravager scheming to drive a wedge between several factions and overthrow the Xianzhou Alliance’s stability is part of the dream?

*points at Jing Yuan being interrogated*

Jing Yuan being inaccurately assumed to have turned against the Alliance is supposed to be part of the dream?

*points at Trailblazer and Dan Heng having to visit the Shackling Prison*

Dan Heng revisiting his childhood trauma is part of the dream?

*points at Preceptor Taoran*

A grown-ass man in a position of authority and holding a little girl (Bailu) hostage is part of the dream?

*points at Jiaoqiu*

Jiaoqiu being kidnapped by an intergalactic war criminal, poisoning himself, almost bleeding to death and becoming blind is part of the dream?????

You’re telling me Sunday is fucked up enough to have everyone dream of their everyday conflicts????? To the point of bloodshed, psychological torture and intimidation, and a character becoming disabled?????

Damn.

[deepdreamnights]

Big (City) Foot

If we encroach on their habitats, they will have no choice but to encroach on ours.

Made utilizing a modified Clip Interrogator derived prompt. These images have not been extensively iterated or edited, as such they do not meet the minimal human expression threshold, and are in the public domain.

Prompt: bigfoot cossing a busy city street at night, inspired by Liam Wong, unsplash contest winner, vintage footage on tokyo streets, heroine japan vivid landscape, stock photo, in intergalactic japan, beautiful high resolution, japan 1980s, trending photo, iphone picture, ethnicity : japanese, city streetscape, purple lighted street, people at night, at nighttime

[mayday396]

"The Scientist and the Magician"

A Ship Dynamic I created.

Character A does Astronomy and works in a United States Space Force, and is a big fan of the Sci-fi genre, they would nerd out about Star Trek and Star Wars, as well the Science behind the Celestial Bodies around them, they have a Lawful Good Vibe while also having Millennial energy.

Character B is an Alien that has Star Magic, they travel in and out of Space, doing Intergalactic Mercenary Jobs and they hides out on Earth as a Professional Astrologer who keeps predicting the Right things because STAR MAGIC.They are basically a Magical Girl that has Chaotic Good vibe with Gen Z Energy.

One day "B" gets wrecked by an Opposing Alien Enemy and bumped into one of the USSF's Spacecrafts, they gets taken in and Questioned cause Alien invasion and all that shit, "B" ain't seating around and breaks out of Interrogation room and fights their way out.Then they meet "A" who was on his break drinking Coffee and watching Doctor Who on his Phone.

[featherisderp]

I need more fuel for my obsession with these two, ya wanted asks for the Kirby anime? Gimme your headcanons for Sword and Blade! <3

hAhA!

These two are a little harder to instill HC's on because there's generally more information on them, but I have a little bit!

Sword and Blade had been friends for as long as either can remember, and although they aren't actually related, they see each other as close brothers. Both of them would die to defend the other.

When they met Meta Knight, they weren't really aware of the intergalactic war, just that their home had been destroyed. They learned after that Meta Knight was a Star Warrior. They felt the need to repay him for saving their lives, even when he initially refused. After leaning about the war, they had no issue with fighting against the one who had destroyed their home to begin with, alongside the one who had just saved them from one of that guy's monsters.

They were a bit off put by Meta Knight at first, and even after they had known him for years, they didn't know much about him personally. They became close friends, and he finally let them in on some things, such as friends he lost in the war, but would leave out details. They became very quickly aware from there that this was an incredibly personal fight for him.

After arriving on Dreamland, they had already known most of the basics surrounding his history in the army, granted, he hasn't told them where he grew up or how he ended up involved. They didn't question it, since they were both aware it was a sensitive topic. They helped with the Halberd and keeping it a secret, sometimes staying up a few nights at a time.

They worry about Meta Knight's health, and will occasionally bother him to get rest when he's hurt, but they won't do much. They care, but they have a high amount of respect for him. Although if it's bad enough, they won't hesitate at all to force him to rest. They know he's blind but not that he ever even had wings, but they know about Galaxia and don't know what to think. On one hand, she's a talking sword, on the other, Meta Knight had told them that contacting her would result in then being electrocuted. That was the first thing he told them about her. Lovely introduction.

They appreciate Tiff and Tiff's concern for Meta Knight, but are off put but Tiff's questioning habit. She doesn't like not knowing things and they're painfully aware of that, so they try to keep Meta Knight's bad habits and injuries a secret, from her especially. They've saved Meta Knight from an interrogation or two. They both find Kirby and the Waddle Dees enjoyable to be around, and enjoy socializing in cappy town when they get the chance.

They also know by now that Meta's an awkward burrito man, although they'd never dare say it to him.