#corrosive hazard

[futurefantastical]

[Autompne] Bio [Inhalant] Hazard

Radioactive Hz.

Laser Hz.

Chemical Weapons/Chemical Hz.

• Optical Hz.

• [LaPest] Toxic [Winturn] Sumor(?) Hz. ; the Plague-Witch

• Environmental “Eco” Hz.

• Healthy Hz.

• Electrical “E” Hz.

• Corrosive Hz.

• Mechanical Hz. ; Cyber-Steam

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Not pictured: Possible Congito, Possible Info, Fire, THC “Kana” Hz.

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Coupla “elite” scientists and doctors in a band, doing unethical things here and there, the Hazards. Indeed their titles are not Dr. But Hz. Or Hd.

[silvermoth-reblog]

Adding to that list: PlayStation 3 controllers!

[curiouscorvidcreaturecompendium1]

[amanitacz]

Model of the Metal barrel - Water (full color livery).

Link to see more about this model on Turbosquid.com:

https://www.turbosquid.com/3d-models/metal-barrel-water-full-2194251?referral=amanitacz

Link to the whole gallery:

https://www.turbosquid.com/Search/Artists/AmanitaCZ?referral=amanitacz

Link to the software:

http://www.cazaba.cz/

[chemtrade]

Mild Steel Chlorine Gas Cylinder Manufacturers

Looking for the Best Mild Steel Chlorine Gas Cylinder Manufacturers. Chemtrade International is a leading distributor of Mild Steel Chlorine Gas Cylinder, providing high-quality products and exceptional service to customers across industries.

[output9]

Acid Warning Labels :)

[aktrya]

Got a truck hazard sign. So sick.

[darksilvania]

The 5 Underground Lake pokemon

HAGABABA [Hag + Baba Yaga + Baba (Slime in spanish)] Poison/Dark The Slimey Pokemon Abilities: Gooey/Liquid Ooze - Corrosion (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water has become acidic. Its body is naturally covered by a layer of slime that protects it from the corrosivness. It can alter the properties of the slime all over its body, making it slipery or sticky at will. It can even make it acidic and use it to attack its foes.” Moveset: -Slimeball: >Poison type / pwr 110 / acc 85 / pp 5 “The user spits a large glob of acidic slime to its opponent” >This move its also considered dark type >This move leaves the field covered in slime that causes entry hazard, if the move is used a second time, any entering pokemon will become poisoned -Sludge Wave -Nasty Plot -Acid Armor

THINKERFISK [Thinker + Inketfisk (Octopus in french)] Psychic The Starry-Eyed Pokemon Abilities: Clear Body - Misty Surge (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water has become psychoactive due to the presence of special fungi. This has altered and greatly expanded this pokemons mind.” Its brain is said to be in a constant altered state, thanks to this it has achieved the ability to see through time and space, past and future, and even achieve enlightment.” Moveset: -Psychedelia: >Psychic type / pwr 110 / acc 85 / pp 5 “The user bombards its foe with a terrifying mental blast of changing colors and sounds.” >This move confuses the target. >This move reduces the target speed -Expanding Force -Power Gem -Cosmic Power

SPOOKIMERA [Spooky + Chimaera] Ghost/Flying The Long Nose Pokemon Abilities: Cursed Body - Perish Body (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water has lost all oxygen, making it impossible for anything to live in it. This pokemon are the spirits of the fishes that used to live inside the lake before it became inhospitable, now they remain trapped in it, wearing their old skins as cloaks” Moveset: -Breathtaker: >Ghost type / pwr 110 / acc 85 / pp 5 “The user sucks the air from the field, making breathing harder” >This move its also considered flying type >fire type moves can’t be used after this move. >fog, mist, haze or gas are removed -Hurricane -Ominous Wind -Mean Look

TERRORICE [Terrorize + Ice] Ice/Steel The Terrible Claw Pokemon Abilities: Ice Body - Bulletproof (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water reaches subzero temperatures without freezing. To withstand the cold, it covers itself with a thick ice armor, stronger than steel. Its giant claw works just like a chainsaw, using it to cut through ice and rock when looking for food.” Moveset: -Chilling Chainsaw: >Steel Type/Pwr 110/Acc 85/PP 5 “The user slashes at its opponent using its ice cold chainsaw-like claw” >This move its also considered ice type >If the opponent is frozen, this move deals double damage and removes the frozen condition. -Ice Hammer -Metal Claw -Sword Dance

SCALDORM [Scald + Ormr (Dragon in old norse) Fire/Dragon The Intense Heat Pokemon Abilities: Water Absorb - Storm Drain (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water reaches temperatures above the boiling point without evaporating. It withstands the immense heat thanks to its unique oily skin. It produces an oily substance that protects its skin from the water’s heat, this same oil can be used as fuel, and will keep fire burning even underwater.” Moveset: -Liquid Fire* >Fire type / pwr 110 / acc 85 / pp 5 “The user attacks with a stream of burning oil that remains on the field afterwards” >This move may cause burning >This move leaves a fire entry hazard on the field >This move is super effective against water type pokemon -Scald -Dragon Breath -Fire Spin

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for outing my father at his old job?

I (M22) recently got a job hauling hazmat across the US in a semi. I had to take tests to not only receive my CDL, but to know what to do in case of an emergency when hauling things like explosives, flammables, corrosives, etc. The hazardous material part of the test was done on computer on site, however if you fail they let you log in and try again from home. But I passed that part right away because I already knew everything that would be on the test.

My father (M53) worked the same job for the same company and when I was in middle and high school, and pressured me into taking the hazardous material test for him so he could get the job. His reasoning was he had been out of school for so long he wasn't good at studying for tests, but I was used to it. Plus he was dyslexic and ADHD (both true), and he would probably fail the test no matter how many times he tried it because he couldn't read well or pay attention. I said it was probably important for him to know this stuff since it IS hazardous material, but he said he DID know everything he needed to, he was just bad at tests. And that if I didn't take it for him he would fail, and then he would be unemployed, and then we would be out on the street and it would be my fault. So I studied his hazardous materials booklet front to back and took the test for him and he passed.

It didn't stop there, though. With this job you're also required to take refresher safety courses online every week, and you can't get your next assignment till you pass. He used the same argument to get me to take those tests for him every week as well, until I knew everything about the placards and hazmat and road safety etc better than he did.

The trainer (M49) I was assigned was friends with my dad when he worked here, and said something like "If you're as quick a study as your dad then you'll be our best driver," and I said something like "I've been your best driver for almost a decade, you just didn't know it." He asked what I meant and I told him how I was the one taking those safety tests for my dad every week until he quit 3 years ago, and actually he quit because I was moving out and I said no to coming over to his house every week to keep taking the test for him.

I told the trainer because A) I thought it didn't matter because my dad didn't work there anymore, and B) Honestly? I've never really gotten along with my dad, and some part of me wanted to tell on him for one of the many things he pressured me into doing as a kid. I expected to make him lose a friend, maybe tarnish his "perfect" reputation a little bit, but it's gotten a lot bigger than that.

My dad doesn't work with hazmat anymore, but he did have a job delivering food to nearby grocery stores that he apparently lost because that trainer called and told his boss what I told him, and my dad called me and cussed me out and said because of me he probably would lose his CDL and not be able to be a truck driver anymore, and that's all he knows. He's not exactly rich, either, so he's probably just a couple missed paychecks away from being in serious trouble, and he also lost his health insurance. I for sure didn't mean for it to go this far. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[commodorez]

This Tektronix 4051 vector terminal is absolutely gorgeous. But upon closer inspection, it's also been moused. As in mouse-infested. One of the unfortunate commonalities if vintage computing is that sometimes a long-abandoned machine in a basement or attic becomes a rodent nest, and mouse piss is corrosive, not to mention a ☠health hazard☠. Far too often, this has resulted in a machine with nasty internals, and in this case, it happened to a terminal far too valuable and cool to give up on.

Solution? BLAST IT WITH THE HOSE

A little bit of suds and some rinsing off later, and this machine will be ready for a complete tear-down, and hopefully, repair.

These images come courtesy of my friend CJ. He braved this nasty situation with the intent to repair an uncommon machine, and I wish him luck!

[betweenujb]

lucky lotto

nayeon x momo

warnings: smut, mtf!momo, dom!nayeon, sweet and soft (and a little bit of a dummy) momo, super cool electrician momo, rich nayeon

Hard work and a gas station breakfast sandwich are the hallmark of Momo’s success. Well, that and the fact that she’s parked in the driveway of a mansion. She shoves the last bite into her mouth and wipes her hands on her pants before she hops out of her truck. She clips her toolbelt around her waist, adjusting it as she gazes up at the ornate detailing on the mansion’s facade.

When Momo started her own electric company at the start of the year, she never thought she’d be standing in front of a mansion. It’s her biggest client to date and as much as she doesn’t want to prey on someone’s electrical downfall, she knows that the bigger the problem, the more she’ll get paid. It’ll also help her advertise better for her company and pretty soon, she’ll be able to hire people to work for her.

Taking a step back after she rings the doorbell, Momo waits patiently for the homeowner to open the door. She hears the bark of a small dog and a woman’s voice scolding it before the lock turns and the door opens.

“Good morning, ma’am. I’m…” Momo’s voice falters as the woman inside appears in the threshold. Despite having clearly just woken up, she looks like she could do a photoshoot for Louis Vuitton and walk the red carpet.

“You must be the electrician. I’m Nayeon. Why don’t you come on in?” Her smile is warm and friendly and it slaps some sense into Momo as she clears her throat. “This is Kookeu, by the way. He’s harmless.”

“I’m Hirai Momo. Yes, you are correct, ma’am.” Momo lets out an awkward chuckle and follows Nayeon inside. As she slips her boots off, her jaw drops. It’s somehow more ginormous and even more beautiful on the inside. She was expecting the decorations to be gawdy and tacky, but it seems like Nayeon has an eye for interior design.

As they walk through the foyer, Momo looks around at the art on the walls. She’s not too knowledgeable in the art world, but she’s no dummy. These pieces are worth some serious money.

“I’m not too sure what I said over the phone when I called a few days ago, but I’ve replaced the bulbs in the lights above the island and they still won’t turn on.” Nayeon walks over to the wall and flips the switch a few times. One of the lightbulbs in the silver chandelier flickers for a moment but quickly peters out. “I know about design, but I’m not too skilled with electrical work.”

Momo turns her focus from the light to Nayeon and nods. “Is there anything else you need me to check while I’m here? I think you mentioned something about a faulty circuit panel.”

Nayeon’s eyebrows raise slightly as she nods. “Right. I completely forgot about that. I never go into the basement so it slipped my memory. I’ll show you down there and leave you to it.”

Momo expects the usual sub-par setting in the basement, but as Nayeon turns the lights on, she’s pleasantly surprised. Like the main floor of the house, the basement feels warm. There’s a pool table in the back corner, a fully stocked bar, and a massive flatscreen TV with recliners set up like a movie theater.

“You said you don’t go down here much?” Momo asks in disbelief. If it were her million dollar mansion, she’d never leave the basement.

Nayeon chuckles softly and walks over to the circuit panel. She opens it and Momo grimaces at the state of the thing. Corrosion as well as a tangled mess of wires makes her head spin. The everyday person’s fire hazard and an electrician’s nightmare.

Nayeon sighs and rolls her eyes as she tightens her robe. She crosses her arms over her chest and watches as Momo adjusts her toolbelt. “My ex-husband decided to be an asshole and leave me with a parting gift. Everything still works, but he kinda just left it like this.” Her tone is full of disgust and although she doesn’t know the story, Momo doesn’t blame her. Any man willing to leave a pretty woman and leave her with this kind of mess deserves a kick in the balls.

“It’s a bit of a mess,” Momo admits as she scratches the back of her neck, “but nothing I can’t get fixed. I’ll work on this first since it’ll take the longest and then I’ll work on your kitchen lights.”

Nayeon’s look of disgust smoothly morphs into a smile. “Thank you so much again. I’m going to get out of my sleep clothes and try to look a little more presentable. If you need anything from me, I’m in the last room at the end of the hall upstairs.”

Momo nods, unable to believe that the woman could become anymore attractive. “Yes, ma’am.”

Now, Momo’s not one to read into things too deeply since that usually leads to more confusion and eventually trouble, but she swears that there’s a bit of a flirtatious air in Nayeon’s wave as she ascends the staircase.

Regardless of her client’s intentions, Momo clears her head and turns her attention to the circuit panel. She slips her gloves on and gets to work to first clean away the corrosive material around the wires.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Momo tucks her needle nose pliers into the back of her toolbelt and tilts her head back to stretch her neck. She lets out a small groan and moves her head side to side. It took longer than she thought, but she couldn’t remember the last time a circuit panel looked so organized and clean.

Before she heads back upstairs to tackle the kitchen lights, Momo pulls her phone out and takes a few pictures of the basement. She knows that a few of her friends would thoroughly enjoy a set-up like this. She pockets her phone again and makes her way up the plush carpeting on the steps.

She didn’t notice it when she first got a look at the lights, but Nayeon’s kitchen has a perfect view of the land she owns. Perfectly manicured green grass with a few tasteful lawn ornaments and topiaries decorate the yard. The closest neighbor to the mansion is at least three acres away.

Fortunate for Nayeon’s wallet, but unfortunate for Momo, the kitchen lights are an easy fix. A wire in the chandelier itself was loose and with a few snips and twists her and there, the lights are back on within fifteen minutes.

Momo checks the time on her watch and notices that it’s only been two hours since she pulled into the driveway of the mansion. She hasn’t seen Nayeon at all since she left her in the basement and as much as she respects people’s privacy, Momo’s only human.

The foyer is still stunning but as Momo quietly walks through the rest of the main floor of the mansion, her breath is taken away with each room she steps in. Despite the different concepts in each, they all fit together and seem to match Nayeon’s bright and bubbly personality.

Momo walks back into the foyer and stares up the beautiful mahogany staircase. It looks like it’s been freshly stained the way it shines. If it were up to Momo, she’d stay at Nayeon’s mansion all day just to admire the design of it. It is the only job she’s got for the day, but she knows it’d be weird for her to linger just for the sake of it.

The steps are solid underneath her as Momo walks up the staircase. She peers down the hallway when she gets to the top of the landing, her eyes widening in surprise as her eyes land on the double doors at the end of the hallway. Ignoring the several doors leading to the master bedroom, Momo takes a deep breath before she knocks on the door.

“You can come in,” Nayeon’s calls out, her voice muffled by the heavy doors.

Momo pushes one of the doors open enough to poke her head in and closes her eyes just in case Nayeon’s still getting ready. “Uh I finished everything. It wasn’t too bad and the circuit panel looks good as new.”

Nayeon looks into the mirror on her vanity and chuckles at Momo’s head sticking into the room. “You can open your eyes. I’m just putting a little makeup on.”

Momo’s cheeks adopt a pink tinge as she opens her eyes. She opens the door a little further and is met by Kookeu trotting up to her. She gets on one knee and holds her hand out. Kookeu seems unsure at first, but after a few nudges with his nose, he lets Momo give him a scratch.

Much like the rest of the mansion, Nayeon’s bedroom is massive. It’s as big as Momo’s kitchen and living room combined. It’s also decorated way better than Momo could do even if she had all the time in the world to only focus on the pictures she wants to hang on her comparatively bare walls.

“Do I pay you now, or will I get a bill in the mail?” Nayeon closes her blush and turns around on her fuzzy stool. Momo already has a number calculated but it’s suddenly lost as she looks into Nayeon’s dark brown eyes. She still can’t believe it, but she’s managed to look even more beautiful. Nayeon’s only wearing minimal makeup so Momo can’t even imagine how heart-stopping she’d look completely dolled up.

“Uh- I can. Yes. Now is- mmhmm. It’s $300, but it wasn’t super hard so I can- I can lower it.” Momo barely makes it through, stumbling over her words as she tries to regain her composure.

Nayeon laughs and Momo has a hard time kneeling. She feels like her body’s turned to jelly as she melts from the sound. She’s not sure why, but she wants to hear that again and again. “How can I pay you?”

“Cash or uhm… paper.” Momo squeezes her eyes shut and lets out an awkward laugh. “Sorry. I mean, you can pay with cash or a check.”

Nayeon walks over to the nightstand by her bed and opens her wallet, a giant wad of cash inside. She pulls out a few bills and sighs a little overdramatically. Momo stays knelt down beside Kookeu, her hand mindlessly petting his fluff.

“I only have $250 on me,” Nayeon lies with a pout as she walks over to Momo. She hands Momo the money as she stands up.

“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t think I’ll die from being $50 short.” Momo shrugs and smiles, her eyes landing on Nayeon’s pout. Her eyes linger for a few seconds too long before they snap back up to meet Nayeon’s.

“Can I pay you back later?” Nayeon asks as she takes a step closer to Momo. The distance between them has shrunk significantly and as thrilled as Momo is, she’s not sure if her legs will be able to keep her up for much longer.

“Yes ma’am. Absolutely. I can come back, or you could stop by,” Momo breathes out, her heartbeat picking up as Nayeon inches forward again, “or- or you could come by the office to...”

Momo’s voice trails off as the palm of Nayeon’s perfectly manicured hand gently presses against her chest. Her breath hitches in her throat as she glances down at Nayeon’s hand.

“Maybe I could pay you back now.” Nayeon’s voice is soft and sweet, and Momo’s now 100% sure that she was waving flirtatiously whenever she started working on the circuit panel.

“But you don’t have any money. How would you… oh. Well, I’m- I’m sure you’re busy and I wouldn’t want to bother you.” Momo takes a shaky breath in as Nayeon’s lips ghost along her throat. Now that there’s mere centimeters between them, Momo can smell her perfume. The scent of raspberry and peony are intoxicating and it’s taking every fiber in Momo’s body to not lose her mind.

“My schedule is clear and you can call me Nayeon, you know,” Nayeon mumbles against Momo’s skin as she peppers kisses along Momo’s jawline. “Or you can keep calling me ma’am. I think it’s cute and so chivalrous of you.”

Momo’s hands clench and unclench by her sides. Her palms are sweaty as she feels her heart pounding in her chest now. Finally, Nayeon looks up at her, pupils blown and lips shiny and red from the light coat of lip-gloss she put on earlier.

Momo swallows, her eyes flickering between Nayeon’s lips and her beautiful brown eyes. She lets out a shaky exhale before wrapping her arms around Nayeon’s waist. In the blink of an eye, their lips connect and Momo can feel Nayeon sigh into her mouth as they move effortlessly with each other.

Nayeon grins, her teeth bumping against Momo’s as her hands snake around Momo’s waist to unbuckle her toolbelt. It falls to the floor with a heavy thud, startling Kookeu enough to run out of the bedroom.

Momo pulls back to take a breath and bury her face in Nayeon’s neck, gently sucking and biting at the supple skin there. “Oh shit you taste so sweet.”

Nayeon lets out a breathy laugh, holding back a moan as she guides Momo to her bed. She gently pries Momo from her and pushes her onto the bed. Her skin is flushed, her cheeks a rosy pink as she sits in anticipation.

“I wonder if you can fix anything else other than lights.” Nayeon smirks as she saunters forward, her hips swaying in a hypnotic motion as she sinks down to straddle Momo’s lap.

“For you? I’ll fix anything,” Momo mumbles, her hands wrapping around Nayeon’s waist. She slides her hands underneath Nayeon’s blouse, her skin so smooth and soft compared to Momo’s rough hands.

Nayeon keeps one hand on Momo’s shoulder, the other guiding one of Momo’s hands up to her breast. “I think I’ve been having some wiring issues here,” Nayeon whispers. She pushes her chest into Momo’s hand, a breathy moan escaping her as Momo cradles her breast.

“Like this?” Momo asks, her breathing heavy as she rubs her nose along Nayeon’s collarbone. Nayeon wordlessly nods, rocking into Momo’s lap as her rough hands gently tug and pinch her nipple.

Momo had just gotten started when Nayeon pushes her hands away. She enjoys the cute little whine that falls out of the electrician’s mouth, quickly replaced with a moan as Nayeon tosses the much too thin shirt that she’d only worn to put her makeup on.

“Eyes up here, cutie,” Nayeon says through a teasing giggle. She tilts Momo’s head up, her index finger gently guiding her chin up so Momo’s eyes are boring into her own. “How long have you been an electrician?”

Momo blinks a few times. All rational thoughts she had when she was sitting in the driveway are scattered, replaced with the thought of Nayeon’s skin against her own. “I uh…”

Nayeon smirks. She runs her hands down Momo’s arms, those perfectly manicured nails gently scraping against her skin as she rests her hands on Momo’s thighs. “Come on, cutie. You can do it.”

Momo swallows hard, shaking her head to try and gain at least temporary clarity. She struggles to even make it through a few words of a sentence with Nayeon’s hands rubbing up and down her thighs.

“I-I uh- seven years?” It comes out as a question because at the moment, Momo barely knows her own name. For all she knows, cutie could be her actual name and she’d be completely fine with that.

“Seven years, huh? That must explain why you’re so skilled.” Nayeon places a wet kiss on Momo’s jawline, her hands squeezing Momo’s thighs. “Oh, what’s this?”

Momo’s cheeks blaze a bright pink as she hurriedly presses her hands against the front of her jeans. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to- I should have- I’m trans and-“

There’s not much of a chance for Momo to explain her situation, but the second she does have is cut off by Nayeon’s lips. Momo moans into her mouth, the taste of strawberry lipgloss taking any thoughts she had left rattling around in her head.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” Nayeon mumbles against her lips. It’s only a passing statement, but Momo’s heart soars hearing it. Most of the women she’s been with sexually have had polar reactions. Some are either disgusted and leave Momo with her pants halfway off while others try to make her feel like a poster child for trans rights.

It’s rare that anyone ever makes her feel just… wanted. And damn is Nayeon making her feel wanted right now. Very wanted and very horny.

“I think I have one more thing you can fix,” Nayeon says. She shifts off of Momo’s lap, suddenly dropping Momo’s internal temperature a degree or two.

Momo’s eyes follow Nayeon as she crawls on the bed, her ass sticking up so temptingly that Momo thinks she might bust then and there.

“Come here, cutie,” Nayeon says as she crooks a finger, calling Momo up to the head of the bed. Not wasting any time, Momo slides herself up the king sized bed and hovers over Nayeon. Her hands are firmly planted on either side of Nayeon’s waist, the excitement in her jeans quite prominent now.

Nayeon glances down at Momo’s bulge and smirks. Her hands snake their way down to Momo’s jeans. She looks up one more time to get permission, not wanting to make Momo uncomfortable.

Momo can’t give a clear yes or no, but the very embarrassingly loud moan that leaves her is enough of a yes for Nayeon to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She pushes Momo’s jeans past her waist, the bulge in her briefs even more prominent now.

“Pink? Very cute,” Nayeon giggles.

Momo blushes again, groaning softly as she tries to reach down to cover up her crotch. Nayeon stops her, grabbing her wrist and bringing her hand to rest beside her head. “Don’t be shy, cutie. I think it suits you perfectly.”

“Why don’t you focus here?” Nayeon directs Momo’s eyes back down to her chest, her nipples peaked and her soft skin so enticing.

Momo nods and leans down. She rests her hands against Nayeon’s waist, her clothed cock painfully trapped between her legs as she kneels to capture one of Nayeon’s nipples in her mouth.

“Oh, yes,” Nayeon breathes out. She brings a hand up to lace through Momo’s hair, her fingers gently scratching against Momo’s scalp.

Momo thinks that this is what heaven must be like, but also hell. The feeling of Nayeon in her mouth and her nails on her head are amazing, but the ache in her briefs isn’t easy to ignore. She distracts herself well enough, sucking and biting Nayeon’s nipples. She leaves tiny marks on and around her breasts, almost claiming Nayeon as hers despite knowing that the chance of this happening again is almost as low as winning the lottery twice.

Nayeon’s grip in her hair tightens a little as she feels her slick steadily soaking through her panties. Her thighs squeeze together in a lame attempt to relieve some pressure. “Momo,” she moans out as she gently tugs the electrician’s head up.

Momo doesn’t want to look up, too invested on Nayeon’s perfect breasts, but she’d never ignore such a beautiful woman’s question. “Yes, ma’am?”

Nayeon smiles, a chill running through her. She’s never been called ma’am before. She’d always thought it was reserved for her mother or older women. Now that she’s hearing it from Momo, she thinks she could get used to hearing it— at least in the bedroom.

“Take these off for me?” Nayeon asks as she hooks her thumb into the waistband of Momo’s briefs with her free hand. Momo nods, only hesitating briefly before she looks up at Nayeon.

Momo expected to see a flickering of judgement or doubt in the woman’s eyes, but once she sees only lust and desire, her briefs are off her body and on the floor in one swift motion. Her aching cock is finally freed, gently bobbing between her legs.

“Fuck,” Nayeon groans as she pulls her skirt and panties off. “Pretty pink,” she smirks as she reaches down to run her thumb across Momo’s leaking tip.

Momo’s hips buck involuntarily. She watches as a string of her precum connects Nayeon’s retreating thumb and her pink tip. She lets out a low moan, her eyes locked on Nayeon’s thumb into her mouth.

“Lay back for me, cutie,” Nayeon says. Her voice has lost the cute, slightly higher pitched tone and adopted a husky vibrato. Momo doesn’t as she’s told and lays back. She grabs onto the hem of her shirt, about to take it off before Nayeon stops her. “I like you in this shirt. So fit.”

Momo’s head spins. She stares as Nayeon’s nails rake up and down her forearms. All the time spent in the gym has certainly paid off now.

Nayeon’s gentle and slow despite the clear desire in her movements and her words. She takes her time feeling Momo’s abs, her hands moving down to Momo’s calves and massaging up her thighs. “You’re so beautiful, Momo,” Nayeon purrs.

Momo’s unsure if she’s being genuine, but one quick glance at the slick that’s pooled onto Nayeon’s satin bedsheets is enough to banish any disapproving thoughts about herself. She manages to look back up into Nayeon’s eyes just as her hand wraps around the base of her cock.

Momo’s mouth falls open, her breath caught in her throat as she balls her fists into the sheets. She can’t remember the last time a woman touched her and she can’t remember the last time it ever felt this good. “F-fuck. Oh Nayeon-“

“Ah ah,” Nayeon says as she squeezes the base of Momo’s cock. She slides her hand up Momo’s shaft, her thumb swiping over the head again to collect the precum that’s beaded there. “You know what to call me.”

Momo blinks a few times, opening and closing her mouth to say something. Instead she opts to just nod, not trusting that she’ll say anything that Nayeon will understand.

“Do you want me to help you with this?” Nayeon asks as she moves her hand up and down Momo’s shaft. Her hand is so warm and Momo’s afraid she may cum from the two seconds that Nayeon’s hand’s been on her cock.

“Yes, ma’am,” Momo moans out. She tightens her fists in the sheets, willing herself to hold on just a few more seconds. She can’t help herself as her hips buck up into Nayeon’s movements up and down her cock.

Momo’s mouth hangs open again, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels her cock pulse with every stroke from Nayeon’s hand.

“Please, ma’am, I’m about to…”

Momo’s voice trails off as she feels Nayeon’s grip loosen. All too quickly, her hand is gone. Momo looks up and groans. Her cock twitches, just on the verge of an orgasm. “I was so close,” She groans.

Nayeon giggles and leans down. She kisses Momo’s cheek, straddling her waist. At this angle, Momo’s surprised that she didn’t pass out. She looks up at Nayeon, her hands almost magnetically holding onto her waist. “Are you?”

“Am I what?” Nayeon asks as she teasingly grinds down onto Momo’s cock. She pulls another low moan from the pretty electrician beneath her. “About to ride this pretty cock?”

Momo nods, her hands tightening around Nayeon’s waist as she grinds up against Nayeon’s cunt. “Please, ma’am. I want to fuck you so bad.”

Nayeon leans down, connecting their lips as she takes her time teasing Momo. She runs her hands up and down Momo’s chest, gently pinching her nipples. “Since you asked so nicely, cutie.”

More gracefully than she’s ever seen anyone move, Nayeon lifts herself up slightly and slowly sinks down onto Momo. Their moans fill the room as Nayeon’s tight walls wrap around Momo’s hard cock.

Momo throws her head back against the pillows, her grip on Nayeon’s waist nearly bruising as Nayeon fully sinks down. “Holy fuck,” Momo pants.

Nayeon wiggles her hips a little, her breathing labored as she starts to slowly ride Momo. Her hips are steady, unlike Momo’s. Nayeon’s able to hold Momo’s hips down enough to take control. She looks down at Momo, one hand moving up to her face to turn Momo’s face to meet hers. “Look at me, cutie. I want to see that pretty face.”

Momo nods, her mouth wide open as she lets Nayeon set the pace. It takes everything in her not to thrust upwards. But, Momo knows that her cock isn’t exactly tiny. The way that Nayeon’s soft walls hug so perfectly around her cock is enough to push her over.

Nayeon’s breasts bounce as she picks up her pace. The sound of their skin slapping together mingles perfectly with their moans. Nayeon sits up a little to try and take Momo even deeper. She presses her hands against Momo’s abs, her fists tangling in Momo’s t-shirt.

“Yes, Momo, fuck yes!” Nayeon’s loud and Momo loves it. She loves the control Nayeon has and the way her beautiful body fits perfectly with her own.

Momo manages to last for a couple more minutes, but she can feel her cock start to twitch. As Nayeon squeezes around her, she groans. She doesn’t want to finish yet, wants Nayeon to go first, so she acts fast.

Momo easily flips them over. She smiles at the little squeak that Nayeon lets out, her hands on either side of Nayeon’s head to hold herself up. Once she’s steady, her breathing heavy, she kneels and pulls Nayeon flush against her. “I don’t want to cum yet,” Momo pants out. She brushes her hair out of her eyes before gently grabbing Nayeon’s waist again.

To get a few seconds of reprieve and to keep her orgasm at bay for a little longer, Momo lifts Nayeon up, her hands firmly planted against Nayeon’s lower back. Their lips meet hungrily, desperate for more as they give each other their all.

Momo’s lips are swollen from how deeply Nayeon is kissing her, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Once she finally pulls away, she presses one final kiss to Nayeon’s forehead before lowering her back on the bed.

Momo’s nudges Nayeon’s legs further apart with her knees, her cock pressed against the entrance of her cunt. She slips back inside easily, causing both of them to groan in relief as Momo wraps Nayeon’s legs around her waist. “You feel so good.”

“Less talk. More fucking me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Momo hears Nayeon loud and clear. She holds onto Nayeon’s waist with one hand to steady herself. The other reaches between them, the heel of her palm pressing against Nayeon’s clit.

Nayeon lets out a high pitched moan, the combined feeling of Momo’s touch on her clit and the fullness of her cock intoxicating.

Momo’s movements are sloppy as she thrusts. Driven by pure desire and lust, She moves on autopilot. Nayeon’s cunt is warm and wet, enveloping her cock perfectly as their skin meets again and again.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Nayeon chants. “I’m so close, Momo.”

Momo pants, her thrusts growing faster as she slides her thumb over Nayeon’s clit. “I am too, ma’am,” she breathes out.

Nayeon leans up, wrapping her arms around Momo’s neck to pull her down against her. It’s a bit of an awkward position, Momo’s arm trapped between them, but she manages to make it work. She thrusts hard and fast, Nayeon’s moans and whimpers music to her ears.

“Fuck,” Momo grunts out as she feels her balls start to tighten. Sweat drips down her back and through her shirt, their breaths mingling together as Nayeon presses her forehead against Momo’s

“Ah- Momo! Fuck! C-cumming!” Nayeon screams, her body trembling as she tightens her grip around Momo’s neck. Her legs shake as she squeezes hard around Momo’s cock. Her orgasm crashes over her, piercing moans falling from her mouth as she cums.

“Oh fuck,” Momo grunts, her eyes squeezed shut. She barely moves her hand back to Nayeon’s waist, gripping it tightly before she bottoms out. “Cumming oh fuck I’m cumming!” It happens in the blink of an eye. Nayeon can feel Momo’s cum pooling inside of her, her spent cock twitching inside of her as Momo collapses against her.

“Holy shit,” Momo moans. Her breathing is ragged, her forearms barely holding her up enough to not crush Nayeon underneath her. “You felt so good.”

Nayeon chuckles breathlessly. She lets her legs fall from around Momo’s waist but keeps her arms wrapped around her neck. “Thank you, Nayeon mumbles as she presses a soft and lingering kiss to the side of Momo’s head.

Momo waits for her breathing to return to a semi-normal state before she sits up again. Nayeon groans as Momo gently pulls her softening cock out. She feels empty all of a sudden, her walls grasping around nothing but Momo’s cum that’s slowly dripping out of her.

“I’m sorry,” Momo says shyly. She crawls on all fours to reach the box of tissues on Nayeon’s nightstand. She pulls a few out, taking the utmost care to clean Nayeon up. “I probably got you all sweaty.”

Nayeon just silently watches, admiring the gentleness of Momo’s hands. Once she’s thoroughly cleaned up, she cups Momo’s face in her hands. She brings Momo’s forehead to rest against her own again and kisses her nose. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in a long time.”

“Me either,” Momo whispers.

They stay like that for a few minutes. Momo soaks up the warmth of Nayeon’s hands against her cheeks, her thumbs tracing shapes along her jawline.

“Payment completed,” Momo says with a chuckle as she pulls away. Nayeon playfully rolls her eyes and watches as Momo stands up. She pulls her pink briefs back on and searches for Nayeon’s skirt and panties.

“You know,” Nayeon starts, her hands running over her satin sheets. “I may have a few more things for you to fix.”

Momo straightens up, Nayeon’s skirt in her hands. “Oh, really?”

The cute puppy dog look that Momo has is a stark contrast to the deep lust that she had only minutes ago. Nayeon can’t help the fond smile that forms on her lips as Momo hands her skirt and panties to her. She nods and rolls off the bed, walking over to her dresser to grab another pair of panties.

“Maybe you could stick around for dinner and help me fix them?” Nayeon gives Momo a playful wink as she pulls her panties up. The baby blue color adorned with a little lace bow suit her perfectly.

“I- yeah. Of course. Yes,” Momo stutters out. She looks up, still just in briefs and a t-shirt.

“You should keep those jeans off too,” Nayeon says with a smirk. She picks Momo’s tool belt off the floor and saunters over to Momo frozen in place. Nayeon’s hands are delicate as they wrap Momo’s tool belt back around her waist, buckling it in place. “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready, cutie.”

Momo dumbly nods. The weight of her tool belt on her hips without her jeans is foreign to her, but for Nayeon, she’d do anything. It takes her a second to process what Nayeon’s offer actually means, but once she does, she’s quickly out of Nayeon’s bedroom, quickly following her down the hallway.

Maybe winning the lottery twice isn’t all that rare.

[axollyon]

here's some art i've made for my upcoming custom slugcat mod for rain world, the corrosive!

if you're interested in learning more about it and in seeing in-game footage, keep reading under the dropdown! i'm hoping to release this very soon, so keep an eye out!

the corrosive is mainly carnivorous, but ISN'T able to use spears - instead, you have to bait predators into biting you! by being bitten, you'll release a deadly poison into your assailant, allowing you to eat it instead once it stuns it! however, you need to manipulate them very tactically, as being bitten by a creature while you're still recovering from another bite will always kill you. being taken into a den will also always kill, as usual, so you need to lead them into a spot where you know they won't reach their destination in time.

while lizards may be less of a threat due to your poison, you still need to watch out for other environmental hazards! notably, water kills you. if you're in water for more than a few seconds, even if you're not holding your breath, your poisons will wash away out of your body and into the water. luckily, the corrosive's campaign takes place before the collapse of the waterfront facility, so you'll be seeing far less water in your travels. it's also before the collapse of the garbage wastes, which is your home; you can swim in its dangerous acid just like any other slugcat can in water.

additionally, you can also craft using your bodily chemicals! if you swallow a piece of rubbish, it'll be dissolved and congealed into a slimeball. you can stick slimeballs onto a wall to climb up it, making up for your inability to use spears for traversal. you can also stick slimeballs onto creatures to slow down their movement, potentially buying you more time before you get taken into a creature's den. be careful with these as well - once you spit them up, you can't swallow them again, and they melt in water in the same way that you do.

how will you turn the tables on the world?

thanks for reading! if you're interested in playing this once it releases, i'll be posting the steam workshop link here on tumblr very soon. i'll also soon be needing playtesters, so if you're interested, send me a message!

[sonicasura]

Raising Skully

Some ideas around Kaiju No 8.5 Skully. This includes both versions which will be marked with either a 🌺 for Hoshina or a 🐞 for Kafka. Please enjoy!

Skully can eat normal human food as their baby teeth is sharp enough to chew the stuff but also digest it with no issue. They really like peanut butter, fish, apples and chicken the most. Skully also requires twice the amount of food a normal human child needs. (Rip Kafka's wallet.)

The baby kaiju's biology is quite different from their parent. It's more than just a chubby gecko like tail. Skully converts any waste material into a sludge that they can spit out as a self defense mechanism. Their diet affects how corrosive or sticky the stuff is and at worst can weaken the hardness of even the toughest kaiju hide.

Skully showed this ability once when a spider spooked them. The room was temporarily quarantined afterwards until the sizzling puddle was cleaned up. Both sides might've preferred changing diapers than deal with acidic sludge.

🌺 Whenever Hoshina has to go on missions or leave base, Okonogi is in charge of Skully. The baby is surprising well-behaved in the monitoring room as they sleep or watch her work. Skully however will run out to Hoshina if they sense he's in terrible danger. Or how No. 10 got a sludge bomb to the face.

Skully's fortitude is a 2.8 but will raise to a frightening 7.5 if enraged. They only enter this stage should their respective parent be in grave danger. Horn nubs sharpening, back spines elongating, finally their eyes glowing a hazardous green are signs of 'combat mode' activating. Skully has the ability to enhance those they cling onto and even form a barrier once in 'combat state'. They however fall asleep after 3 minutes from exhaustion.

🐞 Kafka tends to shift into Kaiju form whenever tending to Skully. He's more open to expressing his inhuman instincts such as licking, purring, and chittering back at his whelp. If Reno or Kikoru sees him doing this than they won't say a word.

Skully loves art especially finger painting. Best to keep an eye on them and lock up any materials such as ink. The 3rd Division woke up to all of their walls covered in childish drawings over night.

🌺 Hoshina once mused over the idea of having Skully lead him to his 'mama'. Teaching them the word and pointing at a Kaiju No.8's picture. It was shoved aside by Okonogi who thought it was a little too insane.

Skully aids Hoshina in his fight with No. 10. Trying to clean up the blood off his face by licking it would later grant them the ability to take a human form. (Their saliva has minor healing agents.) A visage that looks like a mix between Hoshina and Kafka.

🐞 The Monster Sweepers help babysit Skully when needed. It usually happens if training ends up being off base or a mission were to happen. They even gotten modified baby clothes and toys for Skully.

Kafka immediately calms in the presence of his whelp. Even the most intense rage will die with a soft chirp from Skully. Don't dare try to harm the baby when Kafka's around or else. (Same goes for Hoshina after awhile.)

First words are said at the two week threshold. Skully will call Kafka 'mama' and Hoshina 'papa' whenever possible. (The former secretly cries in joy.) Skully also calls those they don't like or doesn't trust 'Bada'.

Learns to walk on two feet in a week. (It definitely was recorded.) Skully prefers to roam on all fours and half the reason being they can stick to walls like a gecko better that way. They still remain a very fast mobile disaster either way.

I'll be drawing Skully soon so stay tune for that.

@drmarune @popipopipopipopipo000 @renard-dartigue @discoknack

[blorboscran]

貪食ドラゴンの返吐/Gaping Dragon Vomit (*translation unofficial)

was a bowl of clam chowder sold at Dark Souls Café in spring of 2014. It cost 830 souls, but yen were accepted at a 1:1 exchange rate. Gaping Dragon Vomit contained bamboo charcoal, presumably to dye the soup grey, though the additive is also known for its unique texture and ashen taste.

The restaurant’s version of the vomit—seemingly made with carrots and a new-england style broth—was likely less corrosive than the in-game attack. Spilled or not however, the soup had real potential hazards as activated charcoal nullifies the effect of many drugs. So while any who consumed Gaping Dragon Vomit may not have had their equipment degraded, their medication likely was.

Please note that while Gaping Dragon Vomit returned as a menu item at Dark Souls 3 cafe, it was the same in name only. The later “food”—served in a mug with a spoon—was reportedly milk cocoa with granola for added texture and cost 700 souls. It was available from February 1st-26th 2016 as part of a cross-promotion between software publisher From Software and Shibuya department store 109MEN’S.

The popularity of each vomit is unclear.

[amanitacz]

Model of the Metal barrel - Corrosive materials (full color livery).

Link to see more about this model on Turbosquid.com:

https://www.turbosquid.com/3d-models/metal-barrel-corrosion-full-2185390?referral=amanitacz

Link to the whole gallery:

https://www.turbosquid.com/Search/Artists/AmanitaCZ?referral=amanitacz

Link to the software:

http://www.cazaba.cz/

[stardriveskickstart]

Parahuman Space

While Stardrives is complete, I'm not done with TTRPG writing yet. I've been working on the @para-imperium setting for over a decade now and I'm almost ready to launch a complete RPG based on the Cepheus System derived from Mongoose's Traveller (but more open).

Parahuman Space is a furry setting, yes, of the genetically modified variety. It covers over 2,000 years, but the RPG will be focused on the period after the collapse of the big interstellar empire. When newly independent planets and systems are busy scavenging the wreckage.

Players will primarily be salvage crews venturing into hazardous ruined spaceships and stations. Braving haywire security systems, leaks of corrosive chemicals, and the dreaded Kessler Syndrome to retrieve valuable technology.

In other words, dungeon delving.

At present I am about halfway done drafting the rulebook, drawn heavily from the Cepheus System Reference Document that can be read online here. Once I'm finished and I have interior artists lined up I was hoping to bring it to Kickstarter.

Below is the setting's history, as written for the rulebook.

Timeline:

Most calendars in Parahuman Space are oriented around the launch of the first parahuman-built starship as the start of the exodus from the clade’s system of origin, Sol. On the Georgian calendar the year 0 Post Exodus (PX) would be in the early 22nd century AD. So the Federation would be founded in the 32nd century AD and collapse in the 45th century, or roughly the year 4600 AD.

-40 Before Exodus: Creation of parahumans. -24 BX: Parahumans emancipated and corporations that enslaved them dissolved. -17 BX: Events of The Pride of Parahumans. 0 Post Exodus: First Seedship, the Traveller, launched. 4 PX: Pallas launches second seedship. 10 PX: Earth destroyed by relativistic projectile, origin unknown. 14 PX: Second Pallene seedship is caught by berserker probes that destroyed Sol.  Crew commit suicide first. 45 PX: Traveller lands on a planet orbiting Alpha Centauri A, creatively named "Secland." 48 PX: Vestan ship lands on opposite hemisphere from the Traveller.

115 PX: Ship from Ceres arrives at Epsilon Eridani to find a lifeless system. Instead of terraforming the new corporate government opts to build artificial habitats in the asteroid belts and beneath the surfaces of planets.

124 PX: A second Vestan ship discovers a garden world orbiting Tau Ceti. The crew decide to eschew technology after printing enough colonists in fear of Sol’s Destroyers.

150 PX: Sleeper ship carrying 1500 humans from Sol arrives over Secland. After an abortive attempt at invasion the survivors gradually integrate into Pallene society. 500 PX: Cold war between nations on Secland ends with the completion of terraforming.  Biological weapons leave New Pallas the sole nation standing. 950 PX: New Pallas contacts Tau Ceti thanks to the newly developed conversion drive. Triggering political restructuring among the natives resulting in the kingdom of Schwarswelt under King Hideo Fink.

1060 PX: Stable wormholes large enough to move a spaceship through are produced and launched from Proxima Centauri to Tau Ceti and Epsilon Eridani. 1100 PX: Alpha Centauri, Tau Ceti, and Epsilon Eridani form the Federation.

1150 PX: Centauri Grand Mayor Selkd de Argentum assassinated by Cetan partisans and succeeded by his more aggressive sister Lirdrill.

1200 PX: The Federation centralizes power in the office of the Praetor, first held by Lirdrill de Argentum.

1205 PX: The Outworld memetic quarantine and contingency program is established, forcibly relocating ideological dissidents to frontier worlds with limited technology.

1500 PX: After extensive lobbying by Centauran merchant houses and the Eridani Company, Federation Senate votes to allow limited trade with Outworlds, which now compose roughly half of all colonized planets.

1846 PX: Kershkans, the first extant xenosophont species, discovered. 1903 PX: Contact established with Kershkans. 2300 PX: Federal Guard destroys Sol with strangelet bomb, inducing a nova. Evacuation of Core Worlds begins. 2304 PX: Wormhole gates at Alpha Centauri collapsed ahead of the nova's radiation. The capital cut off, the Federation quickly begins to fragment. 2345 PX: The Emissary-Governor of the Tiere System, wracked by tensions between earlier colonists and new refugees, disables all nanotech in the system in an attempt to reassert control. He is lynched by an angry mob within weeks. 2590 PX: The self-proclaimed Imperator Ronkal launches Project Paladin, sending ships with new reactionless drives and augmentation suites to neighboring systems. 2600 PX: A Ronkalli ship reaches the Tiere System, only for interplanetary debris to kill the entire crew. The ship AI forcibly augments a crew of scavengers who come looking.

The Origin of Species:

The first parahumans were engineered from a blend of human and animal genes and bioprinted in corporate labs in high Terran orbit. They were designed to fill roles in asteroid mining that were too complex for robots but too dangerous to risk human life for. It took less than a decade for rebellions and strikes to start.

Fortunately, the parahumans found many allies on Terra and after the revolutionaries on Ceres worked out a treaty to maintain the flow of resources back to Terra they were essentially left to themselves. With their new freedom came disagreements over how to govern themselves. The guilds on Vesta formed a form of anarcho-capitalist feudalism regulated by the cloning guild that held the early parahumans’ sole means of reproduction. But then a Vestan scientist, a silver fox named Argentum, discovered a simple gene therapy to remove the genetic sterility imposed by their creators and their followers formed a breakaway colony on Pallas.

The Vestan guilds could not tolerate this loss of control and war almost broke out between the two asteroids. Luckily they found an alternative means of proving the superiority of their respective systems of governance. A space race. Exploration of other star systems had been proposed many times but there had been little interest with the abundance of resources right there in Sol system. But with the new nanofabricators it was possible for even a small asteroid outpost to construct an Orion-style starship with a small crew and the fabricators to print out an entire new colony, colonists included.

They couldn’t have timed the launch better. Just ten years after the first starship, the Traveller,was launched from Pallas towards Alpha Centauri, it received a frantic message from Sol:

“This is an automated beacon broadcasting what may well be the last message ever sent by the human race. Five years ago, our homeworld, Terra was struck by a 50-ton projectile traveling at 90% of the speed of light. The debris took out most of our habitats in Earth’s orbit, a few million of us survived elsewhere in the solar system. Then the rest of the invasion force arrived. Machines, vast machines kilometers in length that home in on any sources of radio transmissions, and annihilate them. We pray they are not intelligent and are simply weapons fired by a xenophobic alien race. But they’ve almost completed their work, we estimate that there’s only a couple hundred of us left in the system. We’re sending this message in hopes that there is someone out there who can hear it and beware. This universe is more hostile than we thought. They attack radio transmitters, dismantle whatever devices you are listening to this on before they find you.”

In total, five starships were far enough out to heed this warning. The Traveller, a Vestan ship also headed for Alpha Centauri, a second Vestan ship on course for Tau Ceti, a craft launched from Ceres to Epsilon Eridani, and the largest but slowest ship, a sleeper ark from Terra to Alpha Centauri.

Alpha Centauri: Sol’s Nearest Neighbors

Around Alpha Centauri A the Traveller found a Terra-sized rocky planet that had long been scoured of life by stellar storms from the trinary stars nearby. It was determined that this little rock could be reanimated with comparatively little effort and the crew made immediate plans to colonize and terraform the planet which they named “SecLand” (the landing on Pallas being the first land).

Just three years after the Traveller’s arrival, they were followed by their Vestan rival. Considering the horror they’d experienced since Sol’s last transmission they decided to set their differences aside and work together on terraforming SecLand, albeit from opposite hemispheres. This detente was strained at times, but the first real threat to world peace didn’t come until 150 years PX, when the ark carrying the last of unaltered humanity arrived.

By the time the sleeper ark arrived SecLand had a population of several thousand, the ark carried a mere 1500 passengers but over half were soldiers who’d entered stasis with orders to make sure that the first exosolar foothold of humanity was human, not parahuman. Or at least that was the plan, when word of what happened to their homeworld got out there was a mutiny and the victors immediately surrendered to the parahuman colonists, with most passengers integrating into the Republic of New Pallas. These newcomers brought a wide range of skills and knowledge, living knowledge, to a planet whose inhabitants up until then had primarily only known life inside their half-built habitat structures. The humans emigrated nearly equally to both colonies, over the centuries they interbred with the parahumans, with the net result being that many SecLanders have less fur or their facial features are closer to human than many further colonies. Today pure-bred humans, and parahumans (excepting uplifts), are miniscule minorities on SecLand with only a couple million individuals. The average SecLander resembles a blend of at least half a dozen species of Terragen origin.

For centuries the two colonies lived in relative peace, New Pallas breeding like rabbits while the Vestans cloned new citizens in bulk. But when the terraforming of SecLand had reached the point where colonists could breathe the atmosphere tensions re-established themselves between the two old enemies. With terraforming nearing completion some wondered what use New Pallas could have for the Vestans, on both continents. To that end the Vestans began to covertly build weapons in their Arcologies while New Pallas shifted their orbital satellites slightly. It all came to a head when the Vestans concealed a lethal virus in food shipments sent from their farms to the cities of New Pallas, thousands died in the months that followed. By the time the New Pallas government realized what had been done every Vestan arcology had unveiled surface-to-orbit mass drivers that could shoot down their enemy’s satellites. Even then, many arcologies were leveled by orbital strikes. Then the land battles began. The cybernetically augmented citizen-soldiers of New Pallas facing off against the bioprinted legions of the Vestans. The fighting raged on for months, then abruptly, it ceased less than a year after the war had begun. You see, the Vestans had underestimated New Pallas’s skill with biotechnology, crafting a virus that could be deadly to all the diverse inhabitants of the Republic had been difficult, but a dirty little secret of many 21st century regimes were the techniques to engineer a virus that had disastrous effects when it interacted with a specific gene or genes. And the Society for the Preservation of Parahuman Species had only used a couple genotypes for their army, and even fewer for their ruling priest-scientists. Once the virus had been grown any Vestan unit that came into contact with the enemy was dead within a week, in a month the ruling class had been reduced to a few paranoid individuals who had sealed themselves in hermetic bunkers. Specialized by repeated cloning into an effective caste system, and their soldier castes suddenly extinct, the surviving Vestan arcologies found themselves helpless against New Pallas occupation forces.

The medical advances achieved fighting the bioweapons led to the development of leukosynths, symbiotic microbots that could fight off nearly all microbes and repair the body at an accelerated rate. Even fighting off the advances of aging. When this “immortality” was proven to the public they clamored for the government to subsidize their deployment to the masses. Within the century 90% of New Pallas’ population enjoyed the benefits of leukosynths.

Among this chaos a new power emerged in the Pallene cities and settlements. Families all over the planet started giving birth to silver fox kits, reminiscent of their colony’s nearly-deified founder, Argentum. Some religious leaders saw this as a sign and exalted these silver foxes, propelling many into high positions in politics. The cynical suggested that the parents had modified their children’s genes in-utero, but after the plagues many people were desperate and willing to believe anything. Most of them were actually descendants of Argentum’s, but their progeny numbered in the hundreds of thousands by that point anyways.

An unintentional side effect of this bit of social engineering was a renewed interest in their origins out in the depths of space. And despite the terrors they knew awaited them they couldn’t help but wonder if any other colony ships had made it…

Epsilon Eridani

Ceres, the largest asteroid in Sol’s asteroid belt, was the main off-world base of operations for the corporation that created the first parahumans. During the revolution parahumans took over the local branch offices and largely continued to operate along the same lines. Their participation in the exosolar space race was almost an afterthought, an attempt at remaining relevant compared to the other two major asteroid civilizations in Sol system.

Upon arrival in the Epsilon Eridani system they found even fewer viable prospects for terraforming than those in Alpha Centauri. Instead, they opted to construct enclosed habitats in the system’s asteroid belts and under the surface of the larger rocky planets. Like on Ceres the colonists retained the corporate style of government that had served their forebears fairly well.

After about a century of this arrangement dissatisfaction among the lower ranking employees spread towards the shareholding class. A bloody revolution followed, after which the revolutionaries distributed the seized shares in the Eridani Company equally among the employees, granting everyone a vote in company elections and a share of the profits. Roughly a generation later a group of managers started buying up shares from others.

The third such regime made contact with a probe from New Pallas, trade began almost immediately.

Tau Ceti

The second Vestan colony ship took over a century to reach its destination, the star Tau Ceti. Along the way two generations of crew were decanted from the ship’s bioprinters to replace their predecessors. While the final crew were genetically identical to those who had set out from Vesta their commitment to the ideology of the Society for the Preservation of Parahuman Species had wavered, and with the news of Terra’s destruction some suggested that perhaps the best way to avoid sharing that world’s fate would be to lose their advanced technology.

That would require them to give up cloning as a means of reproduction, however they were unwilling to allow reckless crossing of genelines so they added genetic markers to prevent different phenotypes from interbreeding. Fortunately, unlike the other colony ships they discovered a lush world that wasn’t too hostile to Terran life which they named Schwarzwelt after the dark colors of the local chlorophyll analogue. They then settled each “species” into different “clans” in different regions of the planet. The clans grew in population rapidly, bumping up against the borders designated at founding in less than a century. War broke out.

Clans rallied behind charismatic warrior-nobles and weaker clans swore oaths of fealty to stronger ones to save their own skins. These wars continued until contact with the first probe from the Centauri system, realizing that there was another civilization out there and that they were capable of interstellar travel the clan heads held a council to decide what to do about it. The majority ruled that they needed a single man to represent their world when the outsiders came in person, they elected King Hideo Fink of the feline clan as the official ruler of Tau Ceti.

Birth of the Federation

While the first manned starships with conversion drives were still traveling to their neighbors, scientists at a research base orbiting Proxima Centauri, the small red dwarf star that barely qualified as the third star of the Alpha Centauri system, made a breakthrough. Using a newly discovered form of exotic matter a wormhole could be pulled from the quantum foam of the universe and held open indefinitely. Once they successfully sent a laser through a pinprick-sized wormhole from Proxima to Secland, the New Pallas senate approved funding for the production of wormholes large enough to send materials through.

A very expensive experiment proved that wormholes larger in diameter than a micrometer could be catastrophically destabilized by proximity to large gravity wells. It was decided that no traversable wormhole could be placed closer to a star than the Oort Cloud, but even then the potential for shortening an interstellar voyage from decades to months was too exciting. Proxima Centauri was enclosed in a small Dyson sphere dedicated solely to producing the exotic matter for wormholes and just over a century after contact the first interstellar traversable wormhole between Proxima Centauri and Tau Ceti was ready, Epsilon Eridani followed suit. Commerce and communication between the three systems exploded, and conflict with them.

While interstellar war didn’t break out, there were many in both Tau Ceti and Epsilon Eridani who suspected that New Pallas intended to invade them through their wormholes. Before long both planetary governments were dealing with armed insurrections. New Pallas was all too glad to provide advanced weaponry and vehicles, especially on Schwarzwelt where the military was decentralized and entire clans or houses were rebelling. Eventually Pallene troops and warships were stationed in the two systems to defend Pallene interests.

Seeing tensions rise Grand Mayor Selkd de Argentum came up with an ingenious solution, an interstellar government composed of representatives from all three star systems, as well as any new systems that would be colonized in the future. That way, everyone could theoretically have a say in interstellar politics. While visiting Schwarzwelt in 1150 to promote his vision, Selkd was assassinated by a sniper.

Selkd was succeeded by his sister, Lirdrill, who ordered the sniper’s family estates leveled by orbital bombardment as an example to the others. The ruling houses of other clans that had rebelled were rounded up and stripped of their noble ranks, then imprisoned in stasis banks. She continued her brother’s vision of a united parahuman government, but centralized around Alpha Centauri and the office of the Praetor, which would be held by her house.

Wormholes took a lot of time and resources to set up while probes were reporting back dozens of exoplanets that were inhabitable or easily terraformed, so the senate on New Pallas had been debating whether to launch colony fleets before or after traversable wormholes arrived at the potential colonies. As Lirdrill solidified the Federation, she made an executive decision. Wormholes would be spaced anywhere from 20 to 50 light-years apart, depending on resources and stellar density, and the stars between them would be reachable only by ships traveling at 80% of the speed of light or slower. Since leukosynths and cryo-stasis had become mature technologies by then the decades of travel were deemed acceptable.

Even then, there was some trouble finding enough volunteers to fill the colony ships that were being built. After a few suggestions of using rebels as indentured labor the Memetic Quarantine and Contingency program was established. The thousands of rebels held in stasis were to be shipped off to marginally inhabitable “Outworlds” light-decades from the nearest wormhole, and to make sure they didn’t draw too much attention, without any technology more advanced than the most basic steam engines. It was hoped that eventually they’d become “civilized” and submit to the Federation, or die off.

But, there was a secondary purpose to the program. The machines that had destroyed Terra were still out there, and if the Destroyers were to notice the Federation growing under their noses, perhaps they’d overlook those small Outworlds without radio.

The Traders

With the vast distances between most inhabited systems trade opportunities were limited. Most star systems had enough raw materials locally that shipping them from another star without a wormhole was simply not cost-effective. While nanofabrication meant that most manufactured goods could be produced in a small warehouse, if not a garage. For the first few centuries of expansion the only goods that were worth shipping interstellar were in the form of digital data, and most of that could be handled by laser transmissions, and the occasional courier.

Just over two centuries after the Federation was established, a courier ship operated by a branch of House Argentum decided to stop off at an Outworld. The captain decided to land a shuttle near one city-state established by the unwilling colonists to see what they were up to.

The locals were wowed by the great flying machine and the crew, having forgotten their origins already. They offered tribute to the visiting immortals, foodstuffs, sculptures, and textiles. The crew decided to take some of the tributes with them, leaving some inconsequential trinkets of Federation technology which were quickly replaced by their on-board fabricators.

When the courier next made port at a Federation starbase they showed off the unique goods they’d acquired, many of which were purchased at exorbitant prices by bored oligarchs. The Outworld’s inhabitants were rapidly diverging culturally from their forebears, far faster than the leukosynth-using worlds of the Federation. Those simple couriers had found something valuable to the nearly post-scarcity Federation, novelty.

Many houses and companies commissioned their own Outworld trade freighters while the senate debated whether it was even legal to trade with the “barbarians.” Eventually it was determined that trade would be allowed; but no weapons, vehicles, communications, or nanotechnology were to be given to Outworlders. Small starships with industrial nanofabricators would set up shop over Outworlds for years at a time, fabbing trinkets made from space-age alloys and exchanging them for cloth made with alien fibers. Many of these traders became fabulously wealthy during the next few centuries as the Federation expanded outwards and established more and more Outworlds.

It was fun while it lasted.

The Return of the Destroyers

The Destroyers responsible for Terra’s demise had made occasional appearances in the next two millennia. Zeroing in on sources of radio transmissions with relativistic projectiles followed by hunter-seeker probes that would scour the surrounding system of life. But it seemed they hadn’t noticed, or didn’t care about the Federation at large.

Then astronomers in the Federal core noticed something. Sol, Terra’s sun, was dimming. A few disposable probes sent back horrific images, a Dyson sphere, and it was almost complete. With the energy of Sol the Destroyers could incinerate the core worlds at the speed of light! A secret panel of the senate met with the Praetor to decide what to do about this unthinkable prospect.

The Federal Guard’s fleets were assembled at Proxima Centauri and dispatched for Sol. Never before had Federation technology been tested against the Destroyers, and no one wanted to underestimate them, so the fleet was loaded with the most advanced weaponry they could muster.

It wasn’t enough.

Quantum ansible transmissions reported massive ships that maneuvered without visible reactions and accelerated to impossible speeds in seconds. The Federal Guard was slaughtered in short order, but before they died one ship managed to launch an experimental superweapon at Sol itself.

A strangelet bomb, filled with the same strange matter that converted baryonic matter into antimatter in conversion drives, with catalysts for self-replication. They spread across the star in a matter of days, triggering a series of detonations that tore the star and the incomplete Dyson sphere apart.

When word came that they had a potential nova carrying strangelets in their neighborhood the Federation’s elites abandoned the core worlds en masse. Fleeing through the wormholes at top speed. As the secret mission to Sol and its destructive results leaked everyone who could afford a ship followed suit, departing for distant worlds that they hoped could bring salvation.

Then, just before the nova’s wavefront reached Proxima, the wormhole network was collapsed to prevent it from spreading to the far colonies.

The Collapse

Every star system that had a direct link to the wormhole network found itself swarmed by refugees from the Core. The remnants of the Federal Guard struggled to maintain order as refugees clashed with natives. Many refugee fleets were forced to leave for other systems that were less sparsely populated, a few even attempted to invade Outworlds. Other fleets became nomads, passing through inhabited systems without slowing down and trading for or extorting supplies as they passed.

As unrest reached critical levels many governors activated failsafe programs embedded in every Federation citizen’s leukosynth implants, rendering the star system’s entire population mortal. Most such governors were torn apart by angry mobs. On other worlds the population voluntarily gave up advanced technology in hopes of hiding from the Destroyers.

Three hundred years later the dust has mostly settled. Few star systems are politically united, with individual planets and megastructures using everything from wooden carts to gravity-manipulating starships. The Federation is ancient history, and its technology treasure waiting to be discovered.