#Space Crime

[wormgodking]

IM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR SPACE CRIME: IMPERIALISM METAPHOR FOR WESTERN EXPLOITATION OF OTHER COUNTRIES THE MOVIE

You guys don’t understand. He’a good and he’s evil. He’s a white savior. He’s a genetically engineered bioweapon spreading a false religion. His mere existence creates a religious fervor that culminates in a relentless jihad across the galaxy as millions are killed. He’s tortured by the unavoidable knowledge that he cannot control the genocide committed in his own name. His influence lasts millennia and culminates in his only son becoming a horrific worm god king man who abolishes incarceration and rules on sheer religious extremism alone. By saving the Fremen from their oppression and terraforming Dune into a paradise he undermines their entire cultural foundation of water scarcity via white saviorism. He’ll become a shell. His son will become a horror. The Fremen will become a ruined remnant of what they once were. All in the name of Muad’dib.

[nescamonster]

An original work that needs more love

Not even mine lol I'm just trying to encourage the writer cause I want to more.

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Welcome to Unity Station; it’s been two-hundred and fifteen years since their last contact with Earth. Meet Corvin and Nicky, two arms dealers from the Marsters Crime Family that have found themselves the new parents of a ten-year-old boy. They have no idea what they're doing. It would help if they weren’t being beset on all sides by cults, rich heirs to cybernetics companies, and Corvin’s previous boss. Unfortunately, if they want to get these obstacles off their tail, they've got to figure out what really happened two-hundred years ago, who told who, and why the database says that the only genetic relative of this child is a woman who died over a century ago. That's not even getting into the matter of Nicky’s horribly obvious- and horribly unrequited- crush on his best friend.

[cartography-steller]

Remember that time that Sisko war crimed a Cardassian colony

I remember that time Picard sent my fav Bajorian to her death as a spy 😭

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 283

Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf. 

And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old. 

But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down. 

[Winged Ghosts Au too, that seems to be getting lost in reblogs when it's just in the tags lol]

[forlorngarden]

starting a collection of kim being a LITTLE SHIT!!

[baddecisionsgoooo0]

Transformers X Haso

I need more transformers x Humans are space orcs.

I need these smol, delicate humans the autobots have to protect to pull out Molotov cocktails and destroy decipticon joints.

I need a teacher to mix up a swimming pool size batch of oobleck and trap a cybertronian in it to protect his students.

I need humans using acid, or throwing rocks in joints, or otherwise inconveniencing decepticons while the autobots get more and more concerned.

I need Optimus or Ratchet to morosely bring up something that happened in the war, and a human to be like, "Oh that. Yeah, we made that illegal, it wasn't considered sporting." or "Wait, you guys have been fighting for how long, and that's the most extreme thing you did?"

I need a bot or a con to get curious and open a history book, and the next morning be traumatized by the shit humanity has done.

I need Humans that get tired of the whole, "Humanity is smol and fragile" shtick, and decide to go kill decipticons so they stop attacking the autobots.

I need Optimus to slowly realize we are not cute, fluffy little creatures, but agents of chaos and destruction. Beings who will destroy anyone and anything that threatens our family, and we consider the bots family.

[manicventures]

The most criminal thing about River and Thirteen never meeting was that The Space Wives Incident of 2024 could have been canon with River looking so proud of herself and Yaz looking at her like, ‘wtf did you do to my girlfriend and you better teach me it’ while 13 is just trying desperately not to regenerate on the spot.

[nina-scribbles]

"doomed yuri" this, "tragedy" that. Ok but what if they were happy?? What if they were in love and they were happy??? Horikoshi you coward answer my calls

[loullipopx]

Little Lamb 🌹

[jankey606]

cryptid summer

[fritzmonorail]

I mean this in the most affectionate way possible. This man is a menace to society. It’s honestly so funny.

[leahikol]

"If All I Do Is Try, That Means I Don't Truly Believe That I Can Succeed."

[inbabylontheywept]

Want Better Things

“You thought that was a bioweapon?” 

The translator broke down for a second as the creature did a sort of broken exhale. Connotations were all that came through. Vague implications. Pity, the software flashed. Disgust. Anger.

A pause as it decided.  

Sadism. 

Valta was already backing away. The final decision didn’t change his behavior, it just made the hall feel far, far too short. 

“I didn’t order it deployed. I didn’t make it.” 

The thing was staring at him, and he couldn’t look away. The two eyes moved in such perfect tandem that he didn’t think it was conscious. It only had binocular vision because it only needed binocular vision. Always the predator, never the prey. 

And now it was moving in on him. 

“Oh, but what if you had? Then I could tell you all the things that were wrong with it.” 

One of its hands - a sprawling, five fingered  spindly thing - traced carelessly along the station's walls. 

“No incubation period. Symptoms arrive within 40 minutes of exposure. No time to spread undetected. Minimum should be one week. Embarrassingly low.” 

The pressure the thing was putting on the wall increased, the gentle glide turning into a buzzing scratch. Humans were strong, but not strong enough to cut through metal like this. The suit had to be powered and clawed. 

“Spread through contact. Limited waterborne. No airborne. Intended mechanism of infection is viral load being put on hands from scratching, and then passed into the environment. Pathetically inefficient.” 

The translator was working, but the thing was overeunounciating each word. The meaning was being passed along by a clean, helpful voice in his suit, even as the sound was being passed on through the environmental speakers. And the sound was dreadful - clicks of ceramized bone jarring against each other, wet muscles modulating air into something sharp and rasping. 

“Mechanism of death? Lysis overload. Could be dangerous if it was transmitted into the lungs, but since the initial load tends to be dermal all we wind up with-”

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off it took its helmet off it took its helmet off in a biozone it - 

It looked a little pink, actually. A little scratchy. It lifted a delicate, taloned hand and rubbed its face against it for a moment before finishing. 

“-is a rash.”

Valta’s prey drive had glued him to the spot. It was too close. The stupid, stupid part of his brain that still thought he was grazing on Duranga hoped that if he stood still long enough, it might not notice him. 

The human paused a moment before continuing. 

“Do you know why they sent me? Alphonse Ericsen, PhD, MD, civilian doctor, here to speak with you?”

Valta’s snout twitched. The suit translated the gesture for him. 

“No.” 

“Because one of our grunts is a dumb fuck,” the human said simply. “And he spent two days fighting on your station with his helmet off. He got infected that way and brought back your stupid, itchy plague to our carrier ship, and now we’ve all spent the last 8 hours scratching ourselves raw. But the jokes on you, because when we were treating that guy you know what we found? That he was in the asymptomatic phase of a COVID infection. So if this-”

It gestured to its pink face with a snarl. 

“-is your idea of a bioweapon, then COVID is going to be your apocalypse. But if you work with me, and shut everything the fuck down for the next three or four months, I might be able to save most of you.” 

Valta unstuck at that. He’d spent weeks down here, worrying about nothing more than the next skirmish. Now he was looking at a genuine existential threat. 

“...What? Why would you help us? We wanted you to die. All of you. I wanted-”

The human cut him off with an exasperated wave of his hand. 

“You wanted something stupid. Doesn’t mean I have to join you. Best I can do to fix you is keep you alive and hope that you feel ashamed later. That, I genuinely look forward to. Now come on, you’re going to be the one explaining to all your friends what’s at stake here. My bedside manner is so bad that they limited my patients to virology slides and USMC marines. I think that’s actually one rung below the guys that just dissect cadavers.” 

Valta would’ve made an amused hum at that, but something already felt scratchy inside his throat. 

[puppetmaster13u]

Another Prompt in Memes?! Yes.

[clawzinc]