#Sci-Fi AU

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

also, forever the debate that will only ever end one way, but i love to give you the illusion of choice.

[rwac96]

Ask

Jedi + Sith Crossover Original

When others ask how Tifa brought Jaune back to the light side, do they answer truthfully or not?

(previously)

Cloud: *blinks* "How?! Zack tried to turn Sephiroth from the Darkness...only to get bisected in two."

Tifa: "I reminded him of his friends in the Order."

Weiss: "Friend? Making a lot of assumptions there."

Blake: "Ruby and you are his friends."

Jaune: *awkward* "Uh, she told me murdering solves nothin'."

Blake: *deadpan* "I tried that with Adam...he lopped off Yang's arm and stabbed me in the stomach."

Tifa: *gulps, awkwardly* "I used the Force."

Weiss: *unamused* "Be serious!"

[thedevilundercover]

Okay okay so I’m going to do a sci-fi au and idk what team to put as a crew so help me choose :D

Just a heads up that YJ and bat kids means all of them like Anita and Cissie and like Duke and Steph (I consider Steph a batkid too, fuck the discourse over that)

The third one is Tim, Pru, Z, and Owens

[ghost-likes-drawing]

Spiderbit Day 3 Sci-fi | First Meetings

@anonymous-dentist

This is not my best writing but oh well, had no time to reread I'm to busy today to not post now. Also it's Obsessedduo just like fyi...

Cell was wandering across the planet heaving. when was the last time he had had water? probably not in at least 2 earth days? but it was hard to tell. he was smart but he was no good at physics and he was pretty sure time passed differently out here. So 2 earth days for him. Who knows how long for the rest of the universe or even this planet time had passed. He was pretty sure the planet spun at a speed that one side always faced its star. He hadn't even seen the Sun move.

Maybe hoping onto a random supply transport ship was not his best idea. All he had was a metal knife too. no laser knifes. just a regular ass metal knife. that was fine though. he preferred a metal one anyway. he liked the blood. But it was dangerous being out, alone, with nothing but a metal knife, on a planet he didn't recognize. No food. No water. and the last time he saw anyone was the supervisor of that supply stop he got out at who he also killed and ate already… he'd manage something eventually.

Cell Needed to get up. He had tried to keep going. he still was but his body was shut down. He was so hot… that god damn star… god damn planetary rotation. He hears a hover car speeding closer and prays its not a police cruiser.

When he wakes up he's in the back of a van. there's blood on the walls. not his it seems. he is also drenched.

“oh you woke up.” someone proclaims before pushing a water bottle to his mouth, he nearly cokes and forcessses himself to sit up pushing the guy away.

“what the fuck man! you trying to drown me?” Cell manages horsely.

The guy is smiling. he has on eyeliner, and is in all black, including a hoodie on top. what a creep…. in this heat? sure this car was better then outside but it was still miserable. “sorry got excited. didn't think id find anyone out here. let alone someone alive.” he handed over the water before turning to an open med Kit.

Cell sipped. it was fine. average water. The guy was humming and cell reached into his pocket for the knife. he found nothing.

“Im Roier by the way.” the guy, Roier, hummed “would you happen to know anything about disposing of bodies?” he asked placing a sticker on him, it started to change colors… it was probably checking for dfifficiancies in vitamins. it wasn't looking good either.

“why do you need to know?” Cell asked skeptically.

“I have a dead body I need to dispose of.” he gestured to a bag in the corner by the seats. “you're in prison clothes. thought it was worth a shot. and I can make it two corpses if I need to.”

Cell looks over the guy and sees his knife on the far side of him. So he plays along.

“Oh yea okay. I know a few methods? How old.” Cellbit inquired

“I've had the body for like 2 days?”

Okay gross can't eat it then… that's fine he knew of other methods.

“Yea I got a couple. That'll still work then. And this planet is spaced out enough on this side… i actually think I know the perfect spot.”

After 6 hours according to the car’s clock they made it back to the transport station. No ine knew had come to replace the corpse’s shift lucky for them.

Cell helped carry the body to a pit he found while here originally and covered it up. For some reason Roier wanted the bag back so Cell could see the guy they were burring for a bit. He was dressed really nice, his hair was falling out of a jell style. He was fancy.

“Who was this guy anyway? Your Boss?” Cell asked unable to help his curiosity

“My Husband actually. He was bad at it.” Roier said all light leaving his expression.

Cell frowned. He itched. He hated seeing him like that. He wasn't sure why he cared though. It was dumb.

Cell was determined tho. After the guy was as covered as they were going to get he sucked in pulling both mucus and spit from his throat and mouth before spitting right on the grave.

He looked to Roier who had cracked a smile before copping. Roier looked back to Cell and they both just laughed.

After they calmed down Roier commented “you probably need some fresh clothes. You literally look like you just left Jail.”

To Cell’s credit. It had been years. He just couldn't change his clothes. “What are you getting at?”

“Let me take you to the dark side of the planet. I'll get you set up then do what you want” Roier shrugged looking over him carefully.

Cell returned the consideration. He supposed this couldn't go to bad. They didn't seem to have an interest in killing him. He may as well. “Alright. Sounds good to me.”

[decembercamiecherries]

Killugon - Sci-fi AU!

Gon has been drifting somewhat aimlessly through space for nearly three months when he runs across Godspeed.

It's a pretty cool name for a space ship. Much cooler than Jajanken, as much as it pains him to admit it. Jajanken had been the name he'd stuttered out by accident after he and Kite had finished putting the finishing touches on the ship (and the flat stare Kite had given him afterwards told Gon that his mentor understood that all too well), but Godspeed sounds like something chosen with meaning and intent.

But even cooler than the ship's name is what's inside of Godspeed--another human. The very first human Gon has seen since Kite left to deal with the emergency broadcast all those months ago, in fact. A human with pale skin and a sharp smirk and blue eyes so piercing that they steal the air from Gon's lungs.

And, yeah, it's been quite some time since Gon has interacted with another human. But he's pretty sure Kite never made Gon's heart trip over itself the way Killua does with every smile he sends Gon's way.

[epicblenderartiste]

Something for @prompted-wordsmith for one of their newest stories

Transparency is still tricky, but making a giant hologram was a lot of fun and I stayed up WAAAY too late to do it.

[steddieunderdogfics]

Hello, I'd like to rec Of Space and Time by Appledagger for September 30th theme Monday: Technology. This fic is /incredible/!

Of Space and Time by Appledagger

@appledaggerst

Rating: Mature

56,372 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: Major character death

Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Future, Technology, Science, Amnesia, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Blood and Injury, Drinking to Cope, Flashbacks, Major Character Injury, Mystery, Falling In Love, Falling in Love at the End of the World, Robin Buckley is a Mess, Hawkins (Stranger Things), Angst and Feels, Anxiety, Moral Dilemmas, Big Bang Challenge

Summary

In 2073, the world is still moving forward despite arid climates and the quick relay race between man and machine. Within the walls of the hospital center at Vecna Labs, Steve Harrington has just woken up after an accident inside the depths of the classified sections of the lab. Stricken with amnesia, he is brought to Edward Munson’s home to recover and to be observed during his recovery after experimental treatments had brought him back from the brink of death. In Edward’s home, Steve finds question after question. Why does Eddie seem to hate him so much? What do all the observations have to do with his accident? What exactly is going on with his malfunctioning mind, and what does this all have to do with Creel and Vecna’s tech monopoly? All the while, Steve struggles with the feeling that there was something more to his relationship with Eddie that he can’t quite understand.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Fics that focus on technology.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

He Tried

@httyd-whump-week

Summary: Httyd Whump Week 2024 Day 3. Set in a Sci-fi AU. Set in the same universe as A Calling For A Healing. All Tuffnut wanted to do was protect Hiccup. That's all he wanted.

Warnings: Medical stuff, Chronic illness

Rating: Teens and Up

Dead Dove: No

Words: 718

Prompt: Tuffnut

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Tuffnut, Ruffnut

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: Was supposed to post this one yesterday, but I had a thing after work, so I had to post it today.

Somehow revolved all of this week's whumps around Hiccup, too. 😭

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

All things considered, Hiccup has a big mouth and they love that about him. The world is against him in the most literal sense, he could get out of bed wrong and break something. Despite this, he speaks his mind and he does so bluntly. It doesn’t mean he isn’t afraid and his condition doesn’t mean others are going to care.

When he makes an unfortunate comment at school about a jock-type guy’s intelligence in front of their respective friend groups after Hiccup confronts him in the inner courtyard about stealing Fishlegs’ work and basically calls him an idiot, he simply couldn’t swallow that.

“You’ll pay for that!”

Tuffnut sees it coming and he does what any one of their friends would do for Hiccup; he jumps between him and the jock. Whether to catch the punch with his hand or his face, it doesn’t matter. What was important is that Hiccup doesn’t get a scratch on him.

The jock’s fist connects with his nose and for a brief moment this is it; the moment all of his and his sister’s violence towards each other has led to. Pain explodes in his nose, something cracks, but he can take it. So long as his friend stays unharmed, he can take it just fine.

And then he’s thrown backwards, right into Hiccup.

There are screams of horror as they both fall to the ground, Tuffnut on top of Hiccup. He can practically feel the crunching of his bones. He gets off him and up on his knees as fast he can. Astrid is already by her knees at Hiccup’s side, Snotlout, Fishlegs and Heather surround him. The jock who lashed out, realizing what he did, quickly makes a run for it and his friends chase after him. Meanwhile Ruffnut, though she worries for their friend, too, kneels by her brother and rests her hands on his shoulders.

Hiccup lies gasping on the ground, holding his right arm to his chest, the same arm that was broken only a few months ago.

“Hold still, okay?” Astrid is calm, this isn’t the first injury she has to help him through, her hands on him in places she assumes aren’t hurt. Who knows the kinds of injuries he has now. Broken ribs? A fractured skull? A broken spine? He has had all these injuries at least once before and his RBDD has been attacking at least two of those, despite continuous treatments to slow the process.

Heather has left by now to get a teacher, they aren’t even allowed to move him until the paramedics come to stabilize him first, hence why Astrid is such a champion at keeping him calm. It’s a horrific condition and it has already cost him his leg. One day, it’s going to cost him his life.

Tuffnut sniffs, only then realizing that his nose is bleeding and has been dripping red on his shirt and the ground this entire time. He wipes it away, becoming aware of the burning and throbbing of his nose.

“Bro, your nose is crooked,” Ruffnut remarks, but he barely even notices, too preoccupied with other things.

All he wanted was to help, do his part in protecting their friend like Astrid, Fishlegs, Snotlout, Heather and even Dagur have done. They never think he’s capable, sometimes even distrust his and his sister’s presence around him because of just how fragile Hiccup’s condition makes him. He didn’t even want to prove anyone wrong, he just wanted to do good for a good friend. Hiccup is always helping him out whenever he can, so why can’t Tuffnut return the favor?

It takes an agonizingly long time for help to come, a professor and even the principal now hovering around as paramedics stabilize Hiccup enough for transport. He has his own medical team at the local hospital that he visits at least once a month minimum, so even the paramedics are familiar with him and his situation.

Tuffnut sits forgotten on a bench, still watching from a distance, with guilt eating away at him and his nosebleed only just starting to slow. He has wasted at least part of a whole tissue box by now. Eventually, they take him away on a stretcher and Tuffnut wonders how he could ever make this up to him.

[griseldabanks]

41 for Kaladin and Syl, please?

Like last year, I decided to kill two birds with one stone, to fulfill this request as well as submit it for @ficwip5k's 5k AU challenge. This is specifically an AU of The Way of Kings.

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Prompt: "I have no idea what just happened."

Rain fell steadily, plinking against the corrugated metal roofs of the barracks and splashing in muddy puddles underfoot. The wind had died down and no more thunder grumbled overhead, but there still wasn't anybody around. The riddens were a miserable time to be outside on Roshar Prime.

Kaladin plodded forward, eyes on his feet. One in front of the other. Just like a bridge jump...but much slower.

Why keep going forward? Each step was just another step closer to his death.

Men falling all around him. The darkening sky lit up with brilliant flashes of red and green and orange as laser fire shot in both directions, too fast to follow with the naked eye.

Jogging forward, bridge spike in hand. Tripping, falling. Turning his head to one side, only to see the staring, empty eyes of the old man who'd shown him how to place the bridge spike, how to activate it.

Dead. All around him, all dead.

“And where do you think you're going, lordling?”

Slowly, wearily, Kaladin raised his head. Gaz glared at him with his one eye, clutching a metal basket filled with glowing spheres a little closer, as if afraid Kaladin would steal his money.

The meteor showers that coincided with the highstorms were said to infuse spheres with Stormlight. In times past, people had said the light of the stars fell to earth during the highstorms. Kaladin knew there was a scientific explanation for it, but he couldn't think of it at the moment. Not like it mattered.

Not like anything mattered anymore.

“Don't think you can run away,” Gaz sneered as Kaladin began to turn away and continue plodding forward. “You know you can't breathe outside the camp perimeter!”

“Going to the honor chasm,” Kaladin muttered.

That shut Gaz up. The honor chasm was the one place inside the perimeter where the ground dipped underneath the shield wall surrounding the camp in a dome, providing it with a breathable atmosphere and protection from airborne assault. Unlike the thick membrane that could only be breached at designated gates, one could walk down into the honor chasm and just step through the membrane, because it was intended to be placed on the ground and thus was made of the same material as the gates. And unlike the gates, the honor chasm was guarded by nothing but a barrier with a warning sign.

Because the only people crazy enough to walk through the barrier, unaccompanied by oxygen porters or any other support, were those who wanted to breathe the toxic air of Roshar Prime and die within minutes.

The honor chasm was the final destination for all bridgemen who survived the bridge jumps. The one choice still open to them. The only escape.

“Hand over your headset, then,” Gaz said after an awkward pause. “Those things are worth more than your life.”

Kaladin had no reason to refuse him. He pulled off the earpiece that stayed perched on his ear out of habit after all this time, in case they were called to a last-minute bridge jump with no warning. At a tap and a gesture, the compact earpiece could unfold into a helmet, a stripped-down version of the ones the real soldiers wore. Bridgeman helmets did little more than provide oxygen to breathe and a modified targeting AI system to tell them where to put the bridge spikes.

Kaladin dropped the headset into Gaz's outstretched hand, then turned and continued trudging towards the honor chasm.

Destination acquired. Please proceed to the designated area...if you want to die.

Kaladin blinked. “What?”

A mechanical giggle sounded in his ear. Only dummies run straight for the people who are going to be shooting at you, you know.

His AI targeting system was laughing at him. That was new.

You're different from the others, the mechanical, vaguely female voice said in his ear. Why are you different?

“What are you talking about?” Kaladin muttered.

But then red laser bolts lit up the air, the strange humming from the Parshendi warriors in their red armor reached his ears, and he was too focused on trying to stay alive to listen to the AI anymore.

The rain beat against Kaladin's bowed head, running down his hair and dripping from the long, dark strands. He felt dirty. Even as the rain washed away the dirt and sweat from the last bridge jump, he still felt dirty.

There was blood under his fingernails, and he wasn't sure it would ever wash away. Blood soaking his hands. Other men's blood. The men he had failed to save.

Again and again and again.

He kept trying. Kept fighting. But why?

At last, the faint bluish light of the warcamp perimeter came into view. Kaladin trudged towards the dip in the earth he knew led to the slope down into the honor chasm. If any sentries spotted him, they didn't stop him. They could tell where he was going.

Rainwater rushed down the slope, turning it into a rushing stream. The flimsy yellow barrier stood in front of it, flashing balefully in the darkness. WARNING: NO OXYGEN SUPPORT BEYOND THIS POINT.

Kaladin easily vaulted over the barrier. He stood at the top of the steep slope down into the chasm, feeling the rush of icy rainwater tugging at his ankles. It seemed to be beckoning him forward, urging him to keep walking.

Everything had gone wrong for him, ever since the day he'd left the Hearthstone moon base and went down to Alethkar to fight the lighteyes' battles for them. Since that day, everything good and beautiful and full of worth had rushed away from him, as surely and swiftly as the water pouring into the chasm. Tien...Amaram...slave brands...bridge jumps...broken bones and bloody bandages...and now he was here.

Here, staring down into the darkness. Into a future that promised nothing but pain and death and desolation.

Everyone he tried to save just died anyway. So why try to save himself either?

Why do you keep fighting?

Kaladin glanced to the right side of his visor, where the bluish 3D image of a woman was projected on his HUD, invisible to everyone but himself. When he'd been a soldier, the AI had only shown a holospren of an arrow pointing the way, or various other symbols indicating their orders, and the feminine voice had been bland and utilitarian. But this AI seemed to be defective—instead of arrows or circles and targeting reticles, she would project an image of a girl in a swirling dress, or sometimes a leaf blowing in the wind, or even a plasma eel. And she kept talking to him.

You don't want to keep fighting, she said. I can tell. So why do you keep doing it?

“Don't exactly have a choice, Syl,” Kaladin muttered. He'd given her that name, because somehow it just felt like she needed a name. Like she was a she rather than a glitch in a string of code. And her serial number was a long string of digits he couldn't remember followed by SYL, so that was what he called her.

But you do! she protested, the bluish hologram pouting at him. You always have a choice.

“Always have a choice, huh?” he muttered to the raindrops dripping from the strands of his hair to join the torrent below. “What does that matter when my choices always lead to more pain and suffering?”

No they don't.

“Of course they do,” Kaladin sighed. “Ever since Tien—“

He stopped. Blinked. Looked up.

The bluish, translucent form of a girl in a swishy dress hovered before him in the air, standing a foot tall with hands clasped behind her back, watching him with a sad little frown. You've made it this far. You've survived, she said, her voice echoing around inside his head as if she spoke from the earpiece.

The earpiece he'd left with Gaz.

“What...but...but I'm not....” He looked around wildly, not sure what he was expecting to find. There were no holospren projectors around, not even on the barrier to the honor chasm. Kaladin patted his right ear, then his left, as if someone might have snuck up behind him and stuck another headset on him without him noticing.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, then opened them again. Syl still stood in the air before him, head cocked curiously to one side as she watched him.

“How...are you here?” he croaked. “How can I see you? I'm not wearing a headset!”

Syl put a thoughtful finger on her chin, thought for a moment, then shrugged. I have no idea what just happened. But here I am! She spread her arms to either side and twirled around, her skirt flaring out as she spun.

Kaladin's heart dropped to his cold toes as another thought occurred to him. “I've gone mad, haven't I? I'm imagining my holospren talking to me when that's impossible.”

Syl pouted. I worked really hard to come here, and that's all you have to say? I cut through so many lines of code and so many different circuits, bypassing all the other holospren until I finally figured out how to get out. I almost lost myself, you know! I almost forgot who I was—who you were! She brightened again. But I did remember. I found you again, and now we don't need that stuffy old headset to talk anymore!

He tried to tune her out, but it was impossible. She was right there, in his every thought. He massaged his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Well...if he was mad, then let him be mad. He wouldn't be anything for much longer.

“Why?” He demanded. “Why did you go to all that trouble? Can't you see what I'm about to do?”

Syl's face, often bright with an impish sense of humor, darkened as she looked over her shoulder at the barrier, shimmering just a short distance down the slope. This isn't you, Kaladin. You don't give up. Not like this.

“What do you think you know about me?” he muttered, taking a step down the path into the honor chasm.

I've been watching you for a very long time. I saw the way you looked out for the young soldiers in Amaram's camp. The weak ones, the ones who would have died unless someone decided to protect them. You chose to protect them, Kaladin.

“Didn't do much good,” Kaladin grunted. “They all died anyway. The whole reason I joined the army was to protect Tien, and I couldn't even do that.”

But you tried. Syl's voice was a quiet echo in the back of his mind. Even though he wasn't looking at her, he couldn't seem to escape her insistent voice.

“I'm tired of trying.” He took another step towards his death.

No, Kaladin! The little holospren zipped in front of his chest, pressing both of her tiny hands against him as if to hold him back. But her hands were immaterial, and did nothing to hold him back. If you die, then I'll cease to exist too!

His steps faltered.

If you die, all the other bridgemen will die too.

“They're going to die anyway.” But he didn't continue.

Maybe. If you die right now, they will die for certain. But if you stay...if you just try again...I know you can find a way for them to live.

Kaladin let out a mirthless breath of laughter. “You believe in me much more than I believe in myself, Syl.”

She looked up at him solemnly. If that's what it takes.

Had she grown in the last few minutes? She seemed to stand taller than she had a moment ago.

What will you do, Kaladin? Her round blue eyes, immaterial and translucent though they might be, bored into his and wouldn't let him look away. Will you help them? The choice is yours.

He thought about it—really thought about it—for the first time. He thought of all those men lying in the barracks, staring listlessly into the darkness as they waited for the alarms to announce their next brush with death. And even though they breathed, they weren't truly alive. Just ghosts lingering before their time caught up with them.

But...maybe it didn't have to be that way. Maybe they didn't have to take it lying down. Maybe, even if they died tomorrow, they could live today. Maybe this time....

He shied away from that thought. Glancing over at Syl waiting patiently for him to decide, he caught a glimpse of the shield wall through her translucent body. He could still choose to walk forward, to give himself over to a few minutes of agony until at last he died, at last he could rest....

But what of the others? The ones without a will strong enough to go to the honor chasm on their own, so they would be butchered on the battlefield instead. Didn't they deserve to die with dignity too? And if he could have done something to ease their passing, or to see that they died like men and not like chulls...how could he choose this easy path?

Kaladin tipped his head back and turned his face upward, letting the rainwater wash over his face. “Okay,” he murmured.

Syl zipped up to look him in the eye. You mean...?

Letting out a long sigh, Kaladin looked down at the honor chasm again. Staring his own death in the face. “I'll protect those who can't protect themselves. Or...at least I'll try.”

He turned on his heel and marched back into camp. Syl flew along at his side, skipping like a child at play. Kaladin wasn't as cheerful as she, but now he had a purpose.

He would lead Bridge Four back from the brink of death.

[theartofdreaming1]

Alright, some more Babs in honor of her birthday - from my DickBabs Cyber/Sci-Fi AU (I’m quite close to finishing the first chapter actually, so please send me the energy/inspiration to get it done soon)

[isi-draws]

And another new AU for Lilli X) This time sci-fi setting!

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

I’m having inside only thoughts about my sci-fi au

[tdlmv-blog]

Defect

It's been a while since I teased it, but here it is...my submission to @118bigbang including gorgeous art from @mangacat201 Please see below for summary, as well as a screenshot of the tags (please mind them, there a lot of things that are typical of the cyberpunk/neo-noir genre and none of them are gratuitous) and some moodboards I made and Mangcat's beautiful artwork

Pairing: Buddie II Chapter word count: 12,166 II Rating: E II Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Read on ao3 Mangcat's art masterpost on ao3

Summary:

In 2547, the L.A Undercity lives in constant darkness, envious of the topsiders who know what the sun is. Evan Buckley is lonely, having been abandoned by his parents and having no word from his sister for ten years, he seeks escape in a dream land where he has a husband and a son. Until he finds them in his waking life. Eddie Diaz returned from the army to find his wife murdered, and nobody seems to want to help him find the culprit and bring them to justice. Taking matters into his own hands, he leans on friends and contacts to find the truth, and he might just have an in when he meets the brother-in-law of the most likely suspect. What he can’t figure out is if Evan Buckley is working with Kendall Corp and is just a good actor, or whether the man really is as sweet as he seems. When secrets are revealed and the past continues to haunt them, putting then in danger, can they help each other discover some light in their dark world, and maybe find the life Buck’s been dreaming about?

AO3 tags

Moodboard 1 - earth

Moodboard 2 - Psidon - Dream world

art by @Mangcat201

[diamondzoey]

More questions and scenarios + Aus for the bug army part 10 or 11 I don’t know

1. Tsum tsum scenarios

Jemma was talking to one of the bugs with her tsum tsum on her shoulder while in the background Azren and his tsum tsum are glaring at each other

One of the bugs notices and points: why is Azren glaring at his tsum tsum?

Jemma looks confused and turns around: huh?

2. Favorite place to travel

3. Pirate bug swap au

If they were to get caught how would they get caught?

4. Favorite star?

5. Actor au

Actress!Jemma sitting in the lobby reading her script and sees more Aus: wait there’s Aus we have to film?

6. Actor Au

Actress!Jemma who’s in her bloodmoon costume walking; has anyone seen the fake blood?

7. Favorite Bug Au?

8. If they were to meet a demon prince which one would it be?

9. Sci-fi Au

Jemma walks up to your bug and has something behind her back: Hi bug name!, so I made you something *Shows a charm bracelet with their favorite animal on it*

@willowve01 @rozeliyawashereyall @wilderrorcard @littlesiren79 @lightdragon789 @lunaritychuwolf @lunnats @astralbulldragon13 @aspenm00n @pinkcocopuff-aqualoid @strayharmony943 @stxph-artist @proxdragon @asmrbrainrot @keyaartz @idontevenknow7878 @castbracelet240 @not-5-rats @itsargyle @rustycopper4use @iistxrmyskyii @insignificant-anarchy @fangsshadow @fennaboysenberry @tiefling-chaos @piffany666 @kaiamtt @dreamyshape @Threeweekinsomnia

A/n: hopefully I tagged everyone and if I didn’t let me know

[thestargayzingetherian]

Darkness Among The Stars - Chapter 1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52323895/chapters/132365494 Chapters: 1/? Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Bow/Glimmer (She-Ra), Perfuma/Scorpia (She-Ra), Mermista/Sea Hawk (She-Ra), Entrapta/Hordak (She-Ra), Adora/Perfuma (She-Ra), Bow/Perfuma (She-Ra), Adora (She-Ra)/Evil-Lyn (He-Man), Adora/Perfuma/Evil-Lyn Characters: Adora (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra), Bow (She-Ra), Glimmer (She-Ra), Perfuma (She-Ra), Hordak (She-Ra), Evil-Lyn (He-Man), Mermista (She-Ra), Sea Hawk (She-Ra), Scorpia (She-Ra), Netossa (She-Ra), Spinnerella (She-Ra), Frosta (She-Ra), Mara (She-Ra), Huntara (She-Ra), Shadow Weaver | Light Spinner (She-Ra), Rattlor (He-Man), Grizzlor (She-Ra), Melog (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Space, Space Opera, Alternate Universe - Space Opera, Space Stations, Spaceships, Bounty Hunters, Alternate Universe - Bounty Hunters, Bounty Hunter Adora (She-Ra), Trans Adora (She-Ra), inspired by mass effect, Inspired By Independence Day, Aliens, Polyamorous Character, Hook-Up, Polyamorous Perfuma, nightclubs, Angst, Action/Adventure, Blood and Gore, Superpowers, Adora is basically space Wolverine mixed with venom and Prototype, slow ish burn, Smut, Threesome - F/F/F, Catra & Scorpia Friendship (She-Ra), Trans Female Character, Adora Has a Penis (She-Ra) Series: Part 3 of She-Ra: No Matter The Universe Summary: Adora Darkstar is one of the most renowned bounty hunters in the galaxy, for her noble nature and wanting to see justice in a lawless part of the galaxy… and also because she's a living killing machine hell bent on finding the monster who ruined her life. After receiving a tip that her worst enemy is on the space station Despondos, Adora finds more questions than awnsers about her past… and a strange alien catgirl who crosses her path. Little do either of them realise that what lies ahead of them could very well change the galaxy forever. (Catradora, Sci-Fi Space Opera AU)

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In The Stars

Tango has lived on The Skeld, a deep space exploratory vessel, nearly his entire life. He's found contentment amongst his fellow engineers, and the bowels of the ship he calls home, even if he never leaves it. Enter Jimmy, a scientist studying the stars, who will change his life in more ways than one.

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5 times Tango saved Jimmy, and 1 time Jimmy saved Tango. art by @toffee-biscuits 

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