#he really is the most average looking man on the planet but there is a slight slyness to his resting expression bc he has one lazy eye

[july-19th-club]

there's a guy who i dont work with but who works from my building as a consultant for a job-center type organization, and whenever he comes in he like. sets such a good example of patience, compassion, good manners, and...i dont know, gentleness that it makes me try harder not to be irritable or impatient with patrons. two totally different jobs, we never even speak unless he's asking for the stapler or we're saying hi and bye on his way in and out of the building, but every thursday good old boring average chris shows up to set up his laptop at one of our public tables and meet clients, and he's so goddamn nice i'm like okay i have to be nice too . so thanks chris

[drdemonprince]

I don't think I have it in me to be an abolitionist because I read that horrible story about the trans teen murdered in South Carolina and my knee jerk reaction is, those people should rot in jail, ideally forever, or worse. No matter how I look at it I can't make myself okay with the idea that you should be allowed to steal someone's life in such a horrible way and then just go back to enjoying your life. Some stuff is just too over the top evil.

You can have whatever emotions you want about that person's murderous actions, but the reality is that the carceral justice system is one of the largest sources of physical, emotional, and sexual torment for transgender people on this planet.

Transgender people are ten times more likely to be assaulted by a fellow inmate and five times more likely to be assaulted by a corrections officer, according to a National Center for Transgender Equality Report.

Within the prison system, transgender people are frequently denied gender-affirming medical care, and housed in populations that do not match their identity, which increases their odds of being beaten and sexually assaulted.

The alternative to being incorrectly housed with the wrong gendered population is that transgender people are also frequently held in solitary confinement instead, often for far longer periods on average than their non-transgender peers, contributing to them experiencing suicide ideation, self harm, acute physiological distress, a shrunk hippocampus, muscculoskeletal pain, chronic condition flare-ups, heart disease, reduced muscle tone, and numerous other proven effects of solitary confinement.

The prison system is also one of the largest sites of completely unmitigated COVID spread, among other illnesses, with over 640,000 cases being directly linked to prison exposure, according to the COVID prison project.

We know that number is rampantly under-estimated because prisoners, especially trans ones, are frequently denied medical care. And even basic, essential physical care. Just last year a 27-year-old Black man named Lason Butler was found dead in his cell, having perished of dehydration. He had been kept in a cell without running water for two weeks, where he rapidly lost 40 pounds before perishing. His body was covered in rat bites.

This kind of treatment is unacceptable for anyone, no matter who they are and what they have done, and I shouldn't have to explicitly connect the dots for you, but I will. One in six transgender people has been to prison, according to Lambda Legal. One in every TWO Black transgender people has been to prison. One in five Black men go to prison in America.

THIS is the fate you are consigning all these people to when you say that prisons must exist because there are really really bad people out in the world. We should all know by not that this is not how the carceral justice system works. Hate crime laws are under-utilized, according to Pro Publica, and result in few convictions. The people who commit transphobic acts of violence tend to be given softer sentences than the prisoners who resemble their victims.

We must always remember that the violent tools of the prison system will be used not against the people that we personally consider to be the most "deserving" of punishment, but rather against whomever the state considers to be its enemy or to be a disposable person.

You are not in control of the prison system and you cannot ensure it will be benevolent. You are not the police, the judge, the jury, or the corrections officers. By and large, the people who are in these roles are racist, transphobic, ableist, and victim-blaming, and they will use the power and violence of the system to terrorize people in poverty, Black people, trans people, "mad" people, intellectually disabled people, women, and everyone else that you might wish to protect from harm with a system of "punishment." Nevermind that incaraceration doesn't prevent future harm anyway.

You can't argue for incarceration as the tool of your revenge fantasies, you have to argue for it as the tool that it actually is. The purpose of a system is what it does. And the prison system's purpose has never been to protect or avenge vulnerable trans people. It has always been to beat them, sexually assault them, forcibly detransition them, render them unemployable, disconnect them from all community, neglect them, and unperson them.

[fried-peaches00]

“Neteyam Standards”

Neteyam Sully x Human!reader

Ratings: SFW, Fluff

Word Count: 800

Notes: Man wtf why do I gotta indulge like this. This is me dipping my toes into the world of posting fan fiction, let me know what you think. Also I can’t figure out how to add a read more option help.

“You must’ve been the most beautiful creature on earth.” Neteyam murmurs into the crown of your head, his hand slipping into your considerably smaller one playing in the grass. You always admired the contrast of your skin tones next to each other. You scoff, “Hardly, but I appreciate the sentiment Teyam.” You left your voice drift off into the forest sounds, you prefer to let them speak for themselves but Neteyam has a different idea,

“I don’t think I could imagine anything more beautiful than you, Navi or human,” He ponders for a moment, “I wouldn't be surprised if you would rival the personified beauty of Eywa herself.” You laugh at this, sitting up to face him behind you only to be met with a drowsy, lovesick smile painted on Neteyam’s face as he listens to you with undivided attention, ”Do not say these things!” He catches your hand as you lightly shove him in the chest,

“ I can’t have Eywa upset at me, can I now? It’s hard enough just surviving on this planet without an ethereal deity out for me.” He laughs heartily, pulling you down to rest against his chest looking up into the canopy and at the sun shining through. It’s nearing eclipse, just close enough to see the first sliver of Polyphemus through the trees but not enough to worry about your return yet. Either way, you know that Neteyam could protect you against anything you may find in the dark. Out of the corner of your eye you see Neteyam’s ears twitch. Picking up all the chirps, hoots and howls of the forest. Two Atokirina dance between each other, floating down just far enough to tickle the finger tips of your outstretched hand.

“And besides, Eywa is much too beautiful. I don’t think I’d want to rival her. Nothing would seem beautiful to me if I was the most beautiful.” You add, only for your lover to squeeze your shoulder, his hand reaching out to join yours against the backdrop of the sky,

“I would like to believe Eywa thinks we are beautiful…” He murmurs before rolling on top of you, deciding he would much rather look at you than the leaves of the trees,

“Either way, you must be the most stunning creature on earth at least.” His bright eyes gaze up into yours. You can’t seem to find any hint of playfulness or doubt, he's fully sincere. So sincere it almost makes you tear up,

“Not particularly, I’m not exactly conventionally Earth beautiful either.” You give him a shaky smile, But he perseveres, cupping your face in his large hand, pressing his forehead to yours,

“I don’t buy it, my love. The way you speak of earth, burnt and devoid of life. I can’t imagine the people must be any better. All of the Humans I see here on Pandora are destructive and violent.” You hum, feeling the light rumbling of a purr in his chest against yours. You think for a moment, it might be nice for Neteyam to keep thinking that you are so beautiful that the Earth should weep for forgiveness for ever letting you leave, but you feel like you should tell the truth. That for earth standards, you were really, quite below average. Even though you don’t have to feel the pressure to look the way everyone wants you to look anymore, you would like to be able to be vulnerable with Neteyam, your mate,

“Earth… Has a very steadfast expectation on how you should look. So many humans would do anything to look that way,” You smile for a moment but it fades fast. “We would kill our planet for it. The plants and animals,” Neteyams huffs, pulling back for a moment,

“They did. Not you. This is not a matter of we.” He pouts. You will not bear this guilt alone, not on his watch. This makes you smile again,

“Whatever,” You roll your eyes. Never have you met anyone so stubborn to let you know how cared for you were, “I don’t meet that standard, Teyam, I think you would be stunned by those who do.”

Neteyam’s face softens. He can’t even fathom how you perceive yourself. To him you were the most empathetic, intelligent, caring person he’s ever met, not to mention the very love of his life. He moves to sit on your outstretched thighs,

“I don’t care about ‘Earth standards’.” He creates bunny ears with his fingers,

“In Nettayam standards, You are the most stunning being in the whole galaxy.”

[jacktheeldergod2]

Poll time y'all

As part of a multidimensional alternative rehabilitation program you were randomly selected to be the master of an otherworldly criminal for an unspecified amount of time,your options being:

The eldest vampire of a parallel earth long lost to ruin,a girl from the very first batches of homo sapiens evolution crafted. Speaks only her tribe's language but has a little translator pendant to understand you. Her crimes were described as pestilence spreading for eons. Wants to hunt constantly. Plays single player videogames and exercises. Does little to nothing else. Immune to the sun and holy symbols,claims she was allergic to garlic since garlic was a thing. Wants to sleep hugging someone,the more people the merrier to her

Alecorax the one who knows. a dragon of purple and orange coloration the size of a cruise ship. Knows more than you can comprehend and yields magic so skillfully that he slayed the gods of his realm all by himself in a fight that took 37852 years and 29 days. His crimes are deicide and experimentation on people. The only reason he won't kill you is cause he was allowed to not have to share any of his knowledge horde with you. Will ignore you half the time.

A salamander made of broken obsidian. Consumes all the heat around it slowly but surely. Its crimes are going to the core of multiple planets and over the eons freezing them in a quest to be the last alive in its world. Always complains about how there are more dimensions with more even more planets it has to kill now. Is is constantly snuffing out heat sources.

Irene the daughter of air. A siren that controlled the minds of billions of civilizations with her music and committed the biggest count of tax evasion in the known multiverse. Can stop your anxiety or bring you exquisite sleep with a mere whistle. If you look at her purple scales long enough it may take hours or days for you to snap out of your trance. Will either steal your money or everyone elses,your choice. Refers to Freddie Mercury and robopup as fellow sirens. Can hear your thoughts. Heard that insult you thought of and laughed at you

Though-shall-not-bow-to-evil. An angel that killed an unspecified amount of innocents by accident and thus fell. Has 28 wings and 4 faces,covered in armor that conceals their perfectly smooth,spotless shining form. Deeply regretful and cries rose water almost every time they remember their sin. will do anything you ask even if it kills them. Will follow into the next life if you reincarnate,won't stop following you until you are in a comfortable afterlife

Dilar the dealer. A fey with a bug like form hidden under their suit,hat and stained glass mask. They will kill you if you try to touch their mask or undo their clothes. Their crimes were simply described as fraud. Will try to get you to make deals with them. Proceed with them at your own risk

Cornelius the last court jester of the court of witchcraft. No one knows how this one man who was once a mere eunuch guard that watched over a warlord's harem of slaves became the most trusted man in the court of witchcraft nor how he killed them all. He doesn't have to disclose this information to you. His crimes are mass murder as well as the theft and hiding of all the magic items of the court and its participants. Jokes about everything that is brought to his attention

Slorvenovia the traitorous queen. A giant type of bee or wasp,you can't really tell. As big as the average plane. Ate all of her kind on her world and devoured her own genitals as to never bear spawn again. Claims she did it so she could be the only one as beautiful as her race is. Can turn to a humanoid form,a 2 meters tall woman with blond here and hazel eyes. Will beat the shit out of you if you demand honey from her and will side eye you if you consume any honey

The presence. An incorporeal invisible being with only the ones it desires feeling its presence. Can do any menial task,housework,your job and more,always leaving notes ridiculing the job it did,calling it too easy. Will do tasks you didn't tell it to and mock you for not remembering to tell it to do them. Its crimes are described as sightseeing

The weather beetle. a big humanoid machine made of gold,hunched over and with 8 arms helping it walk in an animalistic manner,fully composed of glass and gold. Many machines detecting,analyzing and controlling the weather lie upon it's back. Jolly and curious. Its crimes are creating weather phenomena that almost killed all the lifeforms on its world in a week. It's confused as it thinks that the weather is something whose damages would always be excused and doesn't understand why it was punished

Spade the knight of every forest. A σπουργίτι(type of small bird) with a needle made out of porcupine quill he uses as a sword. Speaks of his glorious queen often,seems deeply in love with her although he denies it, rambling about how dishonorable it would be to pine over the king's wife. Talks in a deep boastful voice,sings without a semblance of rhythm. Asks to kill specific people,not saying why. Similar murders landed him in this program. Gathers lost coins to buy fig tarts

Sfera the haunted pistol. A demon locked in an old colt revolver. Speaks to you in your head. Weathered with little of her hilt painted white anymore. Starts laughing proudly when her crimes are mentioned,which were described as "crimes of war". Always asks to be repainted and polished,gets all mushy when these requests are fulfilled. Always suggests vile actions and brutal solutions to you. While you own her no bullet will touch you and she'll never run out of lead for you to shoot. Demands to listen to guns and roses,queen and nirvana in the morning,always demands you read old myths to her before bed,often asking for the works of Homer

The godmother. A 9 foot tall ethereal undead with pale skin and pure white glazed over eyes. She's soft spoken but starts yelling at you if you don't follow her wishes. Her crimes were described as child abuse,child endangerment and use of chemical weapons as discipline methods. Tries to lead your behavior in any way she can. Not allowed to hurt you or disobey your wishes at all. This is for your own safety

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[himbofan4444]

Excuse me sir, but I highly doubt your abilities. I'm one of the brightest minds in my tech company here in Silicon Valley have been doing exhausting work trying to convert mindless jocks into slender gay nerds like me. The most I can manage is making some brute nearsighted. But you're turning men into himbos? Hardly. Like anyone would dumb, meathead heterosexual? That's a fate worse than death in my book! I dare you to show me what you're made of.

You doubt my abilities? How come? Well, after reading your goals for the men of this world, I’m quite worried. You see, for the world to keep spinning and keep from collapsing, there must remain a fine balance of the dumb and the intelligent, the strong and the weak, the straight and the gay. You wish to disturb that balance as a way to vainly recruit more men into being lithe and gay. I’m very glad to hear you haven’t been successful.

So as for you, I don’t believe adding ONE more meathead to the planet’s roster would cause much issue, so that’s what you are going to become. Now I don’t want to give you too many of the objectively good traits, as you clearly have an ulterior motive, so I’m going to adapt you as I wish. Have fun!

I snap my fingers and all of your clothes vanish, your frail body on full display for me. Wow, this is gonna be a lot more work than I thought. I snap again and your muscles begin to swell to the size of a high school jock’s. Much better but ooh. You’re still a cocky little fuck so naturally you’re flexing your above average muscles, smirking obnoxiously. Let’s fix that. I snap again. Your face drops into a mindless expression and your arms fall to your side. A fog overtakes your thoughts, making any attempt to think a fruitless one. Speaking of fruit… I snap my fingers. Your microdick springs to life, hardly sticking out two inches from your body. Yikes that won’t do. Your dick slowly grows to be 6 inches, not small but not large either. Your dumb little brain sparks a thought, tits, pussies, curvy women bouncing on your cock. Your dick leaks like a broken faucet at the thought. And since they’ll likely be your only thought for a long time, it’s safe to say this leaking will never cease. I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not.

So you’re welcome, Earth. I have ridden the planet of a man trying to disturb the balance. Now the only thing he’ll be disturbing is disinterested women. Even this is no issue because his pea brain is so small he can’t even figure out how to actually use his strength, so he’s pretty much harmless. Let us rejoice! Another himbo added to my collection. I do hope for more variety soon. This lineup is looking quite similar.

[vintagetvstars]

Alan Alda Vs. Fred Rogers

Propaganda

Alan Alda - (M*A*S*H) - He is both the saddest wettest little meow meow and your kindly grandfather and your favourite eccentric uncle (mom's side). Somehow it works. Passionate Democrat, feminist, great writer, he and his books are hilarious. Did a cartwheel when he won an Emmy! How he met his wife is the best meet cute of the last two centuries, and they've now been married over 60 years!!!

Fred Rogers - (Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood) - Okay he may not have been Hot per se, but you know that man would take better care of you than anyone else on planet Earth. And that's hot af.

- No Negative Propaganda Please -

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Additional propaganda below the cut

Alan Alda:

he’s just so good in MASH

he put so much bisexuality into hawkeye i think it fundamentally changed me when i was little and watching mash for the first time. anyway do we all know the story about how he met his wife when they were at a party together and they were the only two people eating the cake that fell on the floor and he fell in love with her over her laugh. i just think hes neat :) i love when theres a strange looking man. also feel it necessary to say that the guy that wrote the book mash was based on wrote himself as hawkeye and HATED alda's hawkeye bc he displayed his morals too much (alda had it in his contract for the show that every episode had to have an operating room scene bc otherwise you arent backdropping the fact that war is Not fun. actually. he almost didnt take the role bc he thought a war comedy would make too much light of the horrors)

please please please use this picture of him, he's so hot in it

His comedic delivery in MASH...

The story of how he met his wife is charming and sweet, and they've now been married 65 years

Just look at him. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen but also he's completely average. He's got a weak jawlines and a round face and these big soft eyes and he's just so beautiful. He's capable of playing a silly charismatic sitcom protagonist in one scene, and a jaded army surgeon haunted by the deaths he's witnessed in the next. He's so hot that my dad once told me he decided to apply to medical school because of how much he was attracted to Hawkeye Pierce. That's literally how I learned that my father was bisexual.

He's also just a really great dude? He's been outspoken about his political beliefs for a long time, and has always been strongly and vocally anti-war, pro-feminist, and pro lgbt. He served a tour in the Korean war, and his experiences there informed his performance in the show. He (and honestly the entire cast, but especially him) really just soared above and beyond the standard for comedies of the day.

He's so funny and his eyes are pretty

He loves and is a champion of science (Source).

[minamorsart]

🌌✨The Empyreal Within character designs of Lotor, Allura, and Ven'tar! I might do Honerva and Zarkon next, we'll see! This is part of an upcoming project that I am super excited about and will reveal in time!!! 💜

Explanations of the outfits below! I thought about them a LOT hehe.

18 year old Lotor: these designs I am the most pleased with! Lotor's official design in the show is very different from the rest of the Galra, which I believe is significant to him venturing further away from the precedents established by his father and cementing his own individuality. However, as an adolescent it makes sense that he would still wear Galra attire, hence the bulky armor (to make him look bigger since he is smaller than the average Galra) and red and gold colors which appear to only be worn by the royal family. I like to think that the insignia on his chest is a symbol for royalty, but is also exclusive to Lotor's identity, as no one else wears that particular insignia in the show. And despite wearing clothes specifically chosen to represent the Galra Empire, I can also picture him wanting to incorporate his own personal tastes, so there are accents of purplish-blue (as blue is part of Lotor's color scheme) and the addition of his waist cape, both of which represent his growing desire for change and independence.

Mid-20's Lotor: this is during the many years of his banishment. I imagine him hopping from planet to planet, concealing his identity as much as possible while adopting a more humble lifestyle and pursuing his passion for exploring. It is during this isolated pilgrimage that he does a lot of introspection, self-actualization, and gains self-confidence both as a man and as the Galra prince. But before that happens, the lack of identity really shows in his clothes -- lots of neutral colors (with a hint of desaturated blue), absence of any insignias or designs that would connect him to any culture, whether Galra or Altean. These clothes in particular were inspired by Jedi ponchos and Sasuke from Naruto: The Last, and perhaps are worn while Lotor is on a desert planet for a short time! And just like with his armor as seen in the show, he has started to wear gloves to cover himself up almost completely, indicating his avoidance of vulnerability and getting close to others.

Ven'tar: for her fortunately I didn't have to change much about her character design! She is Lotor's age when they meet and the only other change I made to her was to take away her big cape so that she appears younger. Since her planet and species name is not revealed in the show, I want to come up with one myself. Caelifera is the scientific name for grasshopper, so I'm thinking I could do something with that!

11 year old Lotor: this design is also taken directly from the show, so I didn't have to do much there :P The cloak he wears in the little doodle is inspired by the one adult Lotor wears in S6E4. In this case, however, it is several sizes too big for young Lotor and drags on the ground.

Allura: sadly we don't know much about Allura's life on Altea, however in S1E9 we get to see tiny snippets of different stages throughout her life and her good relationship with her father, so I used those as references! I gave her braids, short puffy sleeves, and a slightly shorter skirt to give her that innocent little princess look, and then used the colors from her dress in the show to create a cuter and more childlike aesthetic!

If you read all of that you're the best 😆🙏 I'm definitely by no means an expert in character design and have lots more to learn, but I had a lot of fun coming up with the original designs! Especially Lotor's, but no surprise there hehe. I studied many different Galra armor and clothing featured in the show worn by Lotor, Zarkon, Honerva, and Galra commanders. More than anything I just really wanted to see Lotor wearing something different for a change 😂 and then everything else took off from there!

[materlux]

The priestess and the swordsman - Prologue: The lamb that killed the wolves.

This is an alternate version of my "Garden of Abundance" fic, this will much longer and much angstier. It will be found family.

CW: A lot of death and blood, pure angst, reader is refered to as "Priestess" and is written as fem (second person perspective mostly)

Honkai Star Rail | Main Masterlist

Kaira (Greek): Right or opportune moment.

Lethe (Greek): River in the underworld that made souls forget the sufferings of life; oblivion.

This is the longst thing I have ever written, 3.5k words, enjoy

You were born into an average family, in a small town, on an untraversed planet. But you were not born average, see, your planet is dedicated to the Abundance, and so Yaoshi takes special care of it. 

   But back to you not being average, from a young age odd things, peculiar even, would happen in your presence. It started small, potted plants would inexplicably grow and bloom when you touched them. 

   Then it got worse, for you, when your skin made contact with the ground, it would spring to life. Flowers grew in places where they never did, plants grew in places where they’d surely die in a short amount of time. 

   The last incident that occurred before you were shipped away, you had found a tainted spring not far from town, it was causing the fields to rot, you only wanted to help. You dipped your hand into it and before your eyes it cleared, the fields stopped rotting, the town was saved, but you weren’t.

   It had now become clear that you were chosen by Yaoshi themself, to be an emanator of the Abundance, as such your parents agreed to have you sent away to  the capital city. In the city you were given to the cult of Abundance, the largest of its kind on your home planet, and they made quick work of ‘checking’ if you really were chosen by the Abundance. By checking of course I mean stabbing you through the heart before the altar and statue, as a live human sacrifice to THEM, you of course woke back up fully healed just an hour later.

   And that is the short and not very sweet story of how you found yourself imprisoned by the cult of Abundance, if you told them you felt imprisoned they’d merely call you naive and misunderstanding. You are young, but you are not a fool, at least you think so.

<><><><><><><><><><><><^POV: Kaira^><><><><><><><><><><><>

     Short unruly black hair frames the face of a young girl, behind her she drags an equally young boy with equally black and unruly hair. They are Kaira and Lethe, despite their similar complexions they are not twins, but older brother and younger sister.

   News had spread about the new priestess, the one appointed by Yaoshi. The siblings, being still too young to truly join the mature cult ceremonies, had heard from their parents the honour and beauty of the new priestess. Being young and curious they longed to see her, or rather Lethe couldn’t care less, but Kaira insisted.

   They scaled up the side of the church during one of these mature ceremonies, if anyone saw them doing this they would surely be punished, good thing most adults were in attendance, the rest at work. Kaira crawled across the roof to look through the small gaps in the wall, her brother looked around the street for anyone out on a stroll.

   “Look! Look!” Kaira urged her brother, grabbing wildly at his body and face. He huffed and knocked her hands away. “Wow! She really is beautiful!” Kaira whisper yelled and Lethe nodded along.

   The priestess made her way down the aisle to the altar, where she first sat on the edge facing the statue of Yaoshi, she looked up and locked eyes with THEM, before she laid down on the stone altar still facing the statue. The main priest spoke before the gathering, he called out to THEM and beckoned the people to join him in prayer. As the masses prayed, Kaira quietly muttered a prayer of her own, her brother furrowed his brow, this was not a prayer either of them recognized. 

   Off to the side a man dressed in white unsheathes a blade, typically placed in the arms of the statue. He rubs a cloth over the ornate blade and holds it out to the priest, who takes it in both hands. He holds it out before the statue and bows his head. He moves to the side of the altar, he aligns the tip of the blade so it hover just between the priestess shoulder blades. Lethe reaches out for his sister, who unknowingly leans in with bated breaths. The priest raises the blade and mutters the last words of the prayer, then lets gravity pull it down straight through the heart and into a notch that’s been worn into the stone.

   Lethe opens his eyes a little, seeing the altar covered in a white sheet, he peels his hand away from his sisters eyes. He holds her close to his side, she breathes deep as she processes what just happened. “Is she dead?” She quietly asks no one in particular, Lethe knows this, but answers anyway. “I don’t know.”

   The two of them stay on the roof for who knows how long, breathing, waiting for something. Eventually the church empties of people, only the main priest and his assistants remain. They pull away the white sheet, pull the blade from her body with care, and carry her away to a separate room. One wipes a dark liquid from the stone and blade, it seems too dark to be normal blood, actually it looks like someone spilled ink on the stone and metal.

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     You wake up in your bed, you’re disoriented and everything is blurry, as your vision clears you feel a familiar ache in your chest, in your heart. You recall the cold stone and the hollow voices, and you recall the sting and tear of a blade. You sigh, another day another ceremony, maybe this wouldn’t be so tortuous if it wasn’t everyday.

   You stand and stretch, your skin aches and the sheet sticks to your back. You peel it off, a patch of black, you frown but don’t dwell on it. You move on to your bathroom, you peel white clothes stained with ink from your skin, you look over the newly healed skin in the mirror, you pick at the edges.

   The cold water shocks your body and clears your mind, before it grows warmer and comforting. It washes away the residual ‘blood’ stuck to your body, it flows down the drain and you pray for it to take your conscience with it, it doesn’t.

   You turn off the water and dry off, you pull on a more comfortable outfit. A hoodie two sizes too big and a pair of comfy pants, you throw your ceremony clothes into a basket for one of the priest’s assistants to collect later. Your drying off your hair when a soft tapping catches your attention, you turn to your window, the one that faces the street. You watch a small stone collide with the glass producing a soft tap, you know from experience that the glass won’t break that easily. You walk over and wrench the broken lock open, leaning out the window you spot two people, both with black unruly hair.

   “Hi!” The girl waves to you, you wave back awkwardly. “Come down,” she calls, you look around. “Uh, I can’t do that,” you reply, if you did leave they’d just change the locks, they are quite hard to break. “Why not? The priest isn’t here and neither are his assistants,” the girl argues. “Are you sure?” You ask, you want to leave, you haven’t had the chance to actually see the city that held you hostage. 

   “Yeah, they leave everyday, same time. We see them in the city all the time, wandering around like pigeons looking for crumbs,” the boy intejects. You smile at the image, such elegant and haughty people being compared to something considered filth of the street amuses you.

   You look around the street, biting your lip, you take the leap of faith, not literally of course, now that would be stupid. “Okay, one moment,” you call back. You turn back and find a hair tie, you pull back your hair and hide it in your hood. You return to the window and begin your somewhat clumsy descent.

   You spend your day in their company, you learn their names are Kaira and Lethe. Lethe makes a point of clarifying that they are NOT twins, but older brother and younger sister, Kaira sticks her tongue out at him and he returns the sentiment. They show you their favourite spots in the city, they buy you some cheap charms and street food. They sneak you back to your room before the priest and his assistants return, or henchmen as Kaira calls them.

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     You spend your days like this, you get sacrificed just before 10 am, then you get your bearings and shower, and at around 11 am Kaira and Lethe come get you. By 3 pm you’re back in your room and the priest and his henchmen are none the wiser, you think, you hope.

   You have started to look forward to this time of day, you wish you could spend your whole day with them, meet their parents or their other friends they sometimes talk about. Maybe go to school and learn something new, become something more than a prisoner, a white lamb.

   You shake these thoughts from your mind, you’re supposed to be having fun, not think dreaded thoughts. Kaira leads the way along a dirt path, you’re still in the city Lethe assures you, it’s a garden he says, it’s a strange garden you think. Kaira stops ahead of you, the sound of running water fills your ears before you see it, the last time you saw a river like this was back home.

   “We can put our things over here.” Kaira’s voice cuts into your nostalgia, she points at a group of rocks. “Our stuff?” You ask, she looks at you like you're the crazy one. “Were you planning on getting in with your shoes and socks on?” She looks bewildered, and your mouth forms an ‘o’. “No, of course not, I just didn’t realise you wanted to get in,” you justify, she laughs.

   The three of you place your shoes by the stones, and your socks on top. Kaira is the first to step in, she sucks in a sharp breath, but practically runs into the river, not too far of course, she’s still fully clothed. Lethe scowls at her when she splashes in his direction, he steps in after her in a much more controlled manner. That leaves you alone on the bank, you look into the water and you get the feeling it’s looking back at you.

   “Well?” Kaira asks, you look up at her, she smiles at you. You swallow your apprehension and step in, the water is cold, slowly you go in further until you have joined the siblings. The water goes barely past your knees, it caresses your skin in an almost comforting way. “See? It’s not so bad.” Kaira exhales a breath of bliss. “It really isn’t, it’s perfect for this hot day,” Lethe, for once, agrees with his sister. 

   You smile, but something feels off, the water feels alive in a not so normal way. Maybe that’s just how city water is your reason, you wouldn’t know, you’re not from the city, but even you admit that sounds dumb. Kaira and Lethe argue about something, you tune it out, or does the water drown it out?

   Something tugs at your limbs, it beckons you to come further out, and you can’t help but heed it. If you can stand here, it should be fine further out, right? You wade through the river towards the centre, the water level rises past your knees, distantly you hear Kaira call out to you, next you hear Lethe, then you hear a third voice. The voice is soft and comforting, eerily familiar and so distinctly different from anything you have heard before. In the back of your mind you recall having heard it when you were younger, by a river in the woods, your mother had to pull you away before you went in.

   You're pulled back to reality by the sounds of water splashing wildly, a pair of hands grab ahold of your hoodie and pull you back with great force. “Wha- are you crazy?!” Lethe’s voice echoes in your ears, you realise it’s his hands that are holding you, he pulled you back. “What?” You ask, what does he mean crazy? “The waters by the bank are shallow and calm, they are safe. But the deeper it gets the stronger the current gets, you could get swept away, you could die.” He says it with such concern and anger, like a parent scolding a child. But he knows you won’t really die, you know that.

   You return to the church around 3 pm, shoes and socks in hand, your feet and legs are still damp. The walk is mostly quiet, Kaira and Lethe bid you farewell by your window like always, they watch you make your way back up to make sure you’re safe, like always. But after you get up and close the window they stay, it’s odd, they know the priest will be back soon, they know they’ll be punished if he finds out. Maybe that’s why it all goes so wrong, because they stay, they stay too long.

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     The priest’s assistants drag them inside, it’s early, they won’t be meeting with the priestess for another 2 hours. The ceremony is supposed to start soon, so what is the priest doing? Kaira stares at him, he takes a slow drink from a glass of something, it’s a dark liquid, like wine.

   “What do you want?” Kaira asks, the priest looks at her. “The ceremony starts in a few minutes.” The priest hums, he smiles, it sickens her. “Today's ceremony has been moved to a later hour, I had more important business to attend to.” He turns to face them, Lethe takes a step in front of his sister. “Awh, how sweet, isn’t that sweet?” The priest looks to his assistants, they nod along, blank faces.

   “You see, I caught you, the game is over,” he starts, moving forward with languide steps. “Stealing the priestess, the most holy thing within this church, is a crime of the highest order.” He stands before them, tall and with a straight spine, shoulder relaxed with a lazy smile on his face. “It is my job, my duty, to see that you are punished, just as THEY would have it.”

   “I won’t dread the details for too long, it doesn’t matter, there won’t be anyone to hear you out after all.” He turns away and walks back to the small table, he picks up his glass and motions to his assistants. They move forward wordlessly.

   “What? What are you doing!? Stay away!” Kaira yells, the priest perks up, he glances back. “Oh? Don’t you know?” He hums again. “The penalty for stealing holy artefacts from the church, is, well, death.” He shrugs.

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     The priest leads you through the hall, the only sound in the hollow hallway being his expensive shoes clicking against the stone. It’s late, you note, later than usual, the ceremony should be over now, you should be cleaning off and waiting for Kaira and Lethe.

   The priest opens a door, it’s odd, normally he’d be leading you down the main hall, walking you down the aisle like a father at a wedding. You feel uneasy, something feels very wrong with this room. You step in anyway, nothing seems odd, except for the dark crimson on the floor. A sheet like your own covers something human like, dread fills your heart.

   The priest motions for his assistants, who gather the sheet and pull it away, it sticks and peels away in a way that makes you sick. The sight below nearly has you doubling over, in a pool of crimson lay Kaira overlapped slightly by Lethe. You stagger forward, your toes dip into the warm liquid, you take a deep breath to steady your unruly stomach.

   You can’t take your eyes away, you find yourself leaning down. You want to stop, to pull away, to scream and cry and run. You do none of that, instead your hand grazes Lethe’s bangs. They’re still dry and soft, you slowly move them aside, his eyes are open, but hollow as the church halls. You shudder and pull your hand away, you eye Kaira, her head is in contact with the pool below her. You know her hair is soaked, you still reach out and move her hair aside, the feeling of it forces you to suppress a gag. Her eyes are closed, her face is nearly red, so are your hand and feet.

   The priest pulls you back, you let him, why do you let him? You want to fight, why can’t you? “You see, this what happens when the world sees you, when you leave THEY demand the crime be punished. I am only a humble and poor servant, I take no joy out of this.” He lies, you know he does, you hear no remorse, you can see his smile.

   He leads you out of the room, why do you let him? You leave red footprints behind, you don’t look back, you don’t want to. He leads to the main hall, down the aisle between the pews, past the church goers, They mutter and whisper about the blood you trail behind you, you don’t ignore them, you don’t realise they're there. Your eyes are locked on to the statue ahead of you, is this really what THEY wanted? Did they want their favourite child to suffer like this? Could they even feel love? Remorse? Were they a being of apathy?

   You stop by the altar, you sit on it facing the statue like always. The priest takes the stand, his voice is drowned out in your muddled mind. You note that the blade is still left resting in the arms of the statue, normally it would be in the hands of an assistant by now, but the odd hour of this ceremony must have caused a fluke.

   Your mind goes quiet, the world goes quiet, you stand from the altar. You look up at the statue, study its face. Your hand reaches up, you don’t know why? Do you want to do this? Do you have a choice?

   Your hand wraps around the scabbard of the blade, it’s lighter than you imagined it to be. You look around, everyone has their heads bowed and eyes closed in prayer, no one sees you. You pull the blade from the sheath, it is quite beautiful when you look at it up close. It feels good in your hand, like it belongs there, does it?

   You turn around, the priest has his back to you. You step around the altar, you observe his shoulder blades. No one sees you align the blade like he has before, no one sees you drive it forward, but they hear it, they hear him sputter. The blade comes away red, but this red doesn’t bother you, it should shouldn’t it? Why doesn’t it?

   The church goers are stunned, you carry on, one by one. You feel numb, distant, free. The ground is painted red, so are you splattered across the walls and your skin, soaking into the pew cushions and your white clothes. Why do you do this? What is wrong with you?

   The church is silent, except dripping echoes along the walls. You think it comes from you, but then why does it sound so distant? You turn around, water drips down the face of the statue, you stare at it for a while.

   You walk up the aisle, blade in hand coated in red. You look up at the statue, like a child looking at its parents. You reach out and catch a droplet in your palm, it rests for a while. Another drops into your palm, and then another, and another. It burns, you realise with a sharp sound, it burns all the way through your bones, to your heart. You drop the blade, it clatters and echoes over the walls like laughter, in favour of holding your arm. You shrink to the floor, tears of your own run down your cheeks. You have to leave, the thought overwhelms you, you need to leave, now.

   You grab the blade, shake what you can off and dry the worst off in your formerly white clothes. You stand, shaking, you grab your hair and cut it with the blade. You find the scabbard and sheath the blade, why do you do that?

   You rush around the church, pack a random bag you find with whatever you can find. You change out of your bloody clothes, you note the strange marking spreading across your arm. You find some bandages in the bathroom and cover it, before covering them with a hoodie.

   You leave the church behind, it’s light out, you flee the scene and no one sees you, no one stops you. The blade now feels heavy in your hand, why did you even bring that? Where are you going? They’ll know you did it, they’ll find you, they’ll kill you. If this decision doesn’t make you a fool, an idiot, then your next one certainly makes you one. You decide to find a Xianzhou Alliance ship, of all places to go hiding, why is that your idea?

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[lilacargent]

This is an add on to my previous idea of old weapons being redundant and everything being rays/plasma/energy based. But humans are weird little things that like hoarding weapons…

This story plays on a spaceship called the Serpentine.

Important crew:

Primoz, captain -Limoyh a four armed species-Krag, second in command (brother of Primoz)

Kit, dokter -avian, bird like, she has feathers like a swallow-

Ortez, ASR (all species resources, human resources in space) -kiltak, insectoid species, think ants but exoskeleton-

Lugea, helmsperson (does the steering) -rock like alien-

Artex, engineer/mechanic 1 -also Kiltak-

And then our humans:

Kamari, navigator -Eritrean woman- (has cat named Sidra)

Markus, weapons expert (knows how to use them and upkeep, also shields) -Swedish man-

Petrus, mechanic/engineer 2 - Italian man-

Lilly, administrator/note keeper (learns languages for fun)-english woman-

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Ouroboros

The mood on the Serpentine is at an all time low. Right now they were supposed to be on planet earth, getting a tour from the deathworld residents. Krag was very disappointed that the humans celebration for their 15 year tenure on the ship had to be cancelled, after all the stories he had really wanted to see the planet, at least more than the embassy or a space travel base.

Sadly this had to be put on hold, as the Counsel is at war. The big four armed alienwas looking at his brother, the captain, pacing the bridge while they slowly moved to the deserted front lines of the attack, hoping to maybe find something that gives the Unity an edge.

This had started no more than a month ago, an exploratory vessel had found a planet beyond the borders of Avian territory, on the southern side of Unity (direction is always measured from Unity as that is the point of convergence for most species and space faring) now new planets were interesting but not usually to the average person. The last message received was a voice note screaming about a wormhole in the planet the sent hundreds of ships and the ship it self failing on all fronts and shutting down.

From that day a line of dark crude ships started eating away at the Avian territory, within a week they had lost 19 colonies. Nothing is stopping them, ships that got too close shut down for no reason and were never recovered as the unstoppable line of enemy ships progressed. Weapons fired from far away did nothing as whatever beam they threw vanished when it gets close.

All that and the Unity still kept sending forces, because what else were they going to do?

So here they are, on their way to a probable death sentence with no clue about the enemy. Through his somber thoughts Krag hears laughing from the mess hall, yes, these are the moments he is extra thankful for the humans. After 15 years they were pillars in the crew, right now Lilly and Petrus were teaching the crew human “sea shanties” which were apparently doing their job of lifting spirits as the humans had explained, Lilly is writing the english words down for Kit who is learning the language in her analog book, one of her human oddities. Markus is showing some of the newer recruits the ins and outs of the weapon systems. Lastly Kamari, their leader and confidant, she has made herself indispensable to Ortez over the years. Now she was sitting in a corner listening to people pour their hearts out, giving the best advice she can.

As the ship is approaching the seemingly desolate piece of space where 23 ships float without direction or crew, hulls torn open and ransacked, the crew of the Serpentine watches in horror as there are only Unity ships, non of their enemy.

Artex and Petrus helm the out board arms in trying to get any information or remnants that are usable, when the ship shivers and stills. As the sound of something attaching to the outer hull comes through, the ships lights and computers shut down.

“DO NOT PANIC” the captain yells, “grab your weapons, and prepare for battle” as everyone prepares Markus grabs a weapon from his bag, a long gun, which Primoz recognises as an old earth weapon. “Why would you carry that?” Primoz grabs Markus’ arm, who contorts his face in one of the more terrifying human grins, one usually reserved for enemies “well we know the blasters don’t work. I thought let’s try this!” Now that the captain is looking he sees that the humans are all carrying an old weapon, Kamari seems to have a smaller version of Markus’ gun, Petrus has a sword on his hip and Lilly had several sheets with daggers strapped to her hips. Primoz turns around as Krag grabs his shoulder “if it gives them hope, let it go, what are they gonna do?”

Lugea catches their attention “something is boarding in sector three!” Immediately the armed crew members ran toward the sector, Markus directing people into an ambush formation. Blasters ready they wait.

The doors as everything else have lost power, but with a flash electricity runs through it the doors open and two tall lanky aliens skitter in (the silence from doctor who but in body armour) with voices that sound like nails on a chalk board they use the captains language “sssurendderrr, and youuu won’t ssssssufffer. Yourrr weaponsssss aree ussssseelll-“ with a swoosh Lilly’s knife flew past the ranks and embedded itself a bit in the body armour. Three blaster shots follow her knife but dissipate in mid air. Kamari’s eyes light up as she grabs her glock “looks like old does the trick!” A big bang makes the other crew members cover their ears. But the bullet hits its target, and dark yellow blood pours from a head wound.

“Thats it!” Petrus runs in and goes for a decapitation, sadly no such luck as the left over alien grabs his sword and not caring for life and limb tries to touch the human. Before he can a second loud shot rings out, Markus got a good aim.

Now there are two dead aliens but still no power. Through some investigation Kit figures out the aliens are like leeches for energy, electricity and a lot of what their stuff runs on. The ship the creatures came with is empty and sending out a signal, worried more enemy troops are coming the crew discusses. No useful ideas come up until Petrus starts speaking: “what if we make thrusters like the old ones on earth? Y’know like a fire powered one. Heck i know we have several things that are flammable in high quantities. If we put that behind the other ship we could propel ourselves away maybe find council ship? And while we are at it we could Ouroboros this ship when those leech man comeback. right Markus?" Markus gets a pensive look on his face “yea we probably could, but even if we can propel the other ship far enough how do we stop our people from trying to blow us up?’ Now Lilly speaks up ‘we can paint it? I have paints in my room, our space suit will still keep the pressure out but won’t supply oxygen. We could hold our breath.’ Rumbling Lugea intercepts ‘while i do need a little oxygen i can survive up to 58 kliks without it, i could do it?’ More and more of the crew start to speak up, Artez offers to help Petrus with the thrusters. Kit knows several flammable liquids she keeps in the med bay and has enough chemical knowledge to know what can be used as fuel so she is in on gathering the necessary ingredients. The two brothers started with decking out Lugea, and gathered several steel ropes to pull the ship in so people could get on with as little exposure as possible.

Ortez realises noone asked what ‘ouroboros’ meant and finds Kamari in a fight with Markus ‘you’re right that we’re gonna need the push if we want to get anywhere but there has to be another way?!’ The dark woman whisper shouts with a resigned look Markus grabs her flailing arm ‘we have no electricity to make a remote to do it from a distance moon, I don’t see another option.’ The fact that Markus is using Kamaris nickname and gets no scolding look makes the insectoid realise this is very serious ‘what about Lilly then? You know she won’t let you.’ Now the man looks stern ‘we dont tell her until it is too late.’ Skittering into the light Ortez speaks up ‘what exactly does ‘ouroboros’ a ship mean and why can’t you tell Lilly?’ Startled the two humans look at him, Kamari takes the word ‘ouroboros is a plan we made up for blowing the ship up, without power source. Ya know- serpentine -serpent -ouroboros is a serpent eating its own tail’ as she is speaking Ortez gets more anxious ‘okay several things 1, you made plans to blow up the ship?! 2, you just said you don’t have a remote which means you are planning on staying behind’ focussing all six eyes on Marks. Who squares his shoulders and nods.

It took two hours to get things in place, another hour to prepare and calculate the blast range.

Almost everyone has boarded the enemy ship, save for Primoz, Kamari, Krag and Markus. With tears in her eyes Kamari hugs him, Primoz grabs him by the shoulders ‘are you aure? The thrusters might be enough.’ A sad smile crosses his face ‘but it most likely won’t be captain. It was an honour serving with you.’ The three salute him while he walks to the bridge so he can see the ship and calculate when to start the chain reaction.

As the captain and his brother close the secondary doors behind Kamari, Lilly realises what has happened ‘NO,’ running for the door Petrus grabs her ‘PLEASE NO,’ as she fights and struggles the man starts whispering to her while she screams for Markus. Krag looks away towards Artez ‘start the thrusters’ now weeping Lilly cries out ‘WE LEAVE NO ONE BEHIND, we leave no one behind.’ the ships starts moving and as calculated their beautiful Serpentine blows up the shock wave propelling the now brightly coloured ship to safety.

It takes 5 hours for them to be found, after explaining the situation they are immediately transported to Unity. Where the group of humans show Lillies notes and the enemy ship. Plans are made and the human civilisation shows exactly why they are so scary when in les than a week they mass produce weapons that can hurt the newly dubbed leeches.

With the crew on the frontlines scattered over separate ships they beat back the leeches, destroying the wormhole and any stragglers are mercilessly killed off.

Humans are terrifying if you hurt them, because they never come after you alone.

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This is technically the end of the serpentine but much room for stories in the 15 years before.

Hopefully people enjoy this.

[obitez]

Snoring

Second part of the Bean 'verse! Featuring our favorite fictional wiener dog (based on my real wiener dog)

Buck is surprised with just how loudly a little eight pound wiener dog can snore.

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Maybe it wasn’t surprising that in his thirty years of life on planet Earth, none of Buck’s previous romantic partners had snored. 

Of course Buck was well aware that it was completely possible for females to snore, just on average, less women than men snored. This didn’t mean Buck was a stranger to putting up with snoring though. Growing up his dad snored. The various hostels he stayed in over his travels had him bunking in the same room as many snorers. He shared a wall with Connor when he lived in the frat house, and that man could be heard throughout the entire house. 

And to be fair to his first boyfriend, Tommy, he didn’t snore either. At least most of the time. When he had that cold last week, his snoring was bad. It didn’t bother Buck that much though. Really, it didn’t.  

Tommy didn’t snore. Except for a sniffle or grumble here and there, he was almost silent in his sleep. 

His dog on the other hand…

Bean was a miniature dachshund. Bean weighed barely 8.4 pounds, (although you might be able to round up to 9 if he just finished eating and hadn’t pooped yet that day), Buck could pick him up with one hand and he could sit on the top of Buck’s head. Even when standing up on his hind legs, Bean barely reached up to Buck’s knee. In other words, Bean was small, tiny. 

Which all leads back to the snoring…

The first time Buck heard Bean’s snoring was the first night he had slept over at Tommy’s house, about three days after he met the dog. 

It was late when they had both gotten off-shift and met at Tommy’s place, and they just wanted to go to bed. Tommy had asked Buck if he minded if Bean slept in bed with them. 

Buck said it was okay, what was the worst that could happen, the dog was barely the size of his foot, he couldn’t take up that much space. Right? 

It turned out he was wrong. 

Dead wrong. 

Buck had very quickly fallen asleep after they got into bed, but about an hour later, he was woken up when Tommy moved in his sleep to lay on top of him. 

“Sorry,” Tommy’s voice sleepily mumbled into his ear. “Bean kept pushing me over.”

That statement woke his brain up from the half asleep fog it had been in. Bean pushed him over? What? 

They had originally gotten into bed with them each having, roughly, one half of the mattress. Bean was down by Tommy’s feet if Buck remembered correctly. 

Buck sat up just slightly enough to look around Tommy’s head and see down the half of the bed Tommy had been sleeping in. 

He didn’t see Bean, at first. But after a couple seconds of his eyes growing used to the darkness and him figuring out just what he was looking for, Buck recognized the small lumpy shape underneath the covers pressed up right next to Tommy’s leg. 

That was Bean. 

Buck slowly wiggled his arm underneath Tommy so as to not wake the man up. He tried to nudge Bean to the side, but realized in this position he didn’t exactly have the flexibility to be able to put enough force to move the eight pound dog more to the side. Buck’s head fell back down onto the pillow. 

Fine, Buck thought, if Bean wouldn’t move, Buck would just keep Tommy to himself. He wrapped his arms around Tommy’s torso and pulled the man even closer to him, Tommy’s head snuggled down in between the space created by his shoulder and ear. 

It was fine, Buck was just about to fall back to sleep when he heard something. 

“Zzzzz.”

That was strange, he thought. The sound wasn’t coming from Tommy. But-

“Zzzzzzzzzzzz.” 

It was too loud to be coming from Bean, surely. 

“Zzzzzzzz Zzzzzzz Zzzzzzz.”

Okay, that sound was definitely coming from Bean. But how? How could such a small dog snore so loud? 

Despite the loud snoring coming from the small dog sleeping next to his leg, Buck was eventually able to fall asleep. Upon waking up in the morning, he had almost forgotten about Bean’s snoring. Or he did actually, until later that day…

Buck and Tommy had gone to eat breakfast in the kitchen, and Buck had learned that Bean was apparently not a morning person dog. As soon as Bean came back in from Tommy’s backyard after relieving himself, he walked right past his filled food bowl to curl up into his bed. 

Buck watched him walk past, in slight shock. Didn’t they just wake up? 

“Yeah,” Tommy chuckled as he saw Buck’s gaze tracking Bean across the house. “He doesn’t like waking up in the morning. Around 10:30 or 11 he’ll probably want to go on a walk or something.” 

“You’re raising a teenager,” Buck noted to Tommy. Tommy only nodded in agreement as he started the coffee pot.

Twenty minutes later, as Buck tried and failed yet again to properly make Tommy’s coffee correctly, a snoring sound came from the living room. Buck recognized it instantly, he had heard it all last night.  

 Tommy chuckled from where he was standing across the kitchen. Buck looked over at him, an eyebrow lifted, asking a silent question: ‘What’s so funny?’ “Bean,” Tommy said, poking his head around the wall to look at the dog curled up in a little donut on his dog bed. “It’s cute, isn’t it? How his snores are so loud?”

[colorfuldonutrunaway]

Made yet another character template on a major character in the Fox and Wolf universe, Arthur!

So... I'm going to try to avoid spoiling too much on the plot twist regarding this guy, so I'll try to be as sparing as possible. Just in case...mild spoilers are under the Read More. Heavy spoilers are [REDACTED].

Name: Ar'Zurr. Means "Crystalline" in his native language.

Nicknames: Arthur is what he's called by his Earth peers. Easier to pronounce and remember.

Race: He's a dog...man. Fuck it, he's one of the ancient Dog men race that used to live on Earth. As for that thing he's hybridized with...it's important for later.

Age: 25, spawned in 1999, or whatever year the Dog men consider it under their reckoning.

Gender: Male, identifies as such.

Alignment: Neutral Good, though he'd occasionally slip into Chaotic Good territory like Fox and Wolf if the situation called for it.

Class: Arthur is a Scientist Drone/Brain Drone, meaning he is extremely intelligent, and is decently autonomous.

Perception: Very open to his senses, including...otherworldly senses.

Communication: Since all Brain Drones are made to be able to perfectly articulate and communicate their discoveries to the rest of the hive mind, they need to be born with A-tier communication skills.

Persuasion: [REDACTED]

Mediation: Has decent diplomacy skills. Will resort to violence if first attempts fail though.

Literacy: Very literate, raised on various materials on history, language, and more.

Creativity: Can solve most problems with their intellect. MOST.

Cooking: The hivemind is fed by their servants. So he never learned how to cook. Makes nice tea though.

Tech Savvy: Fantastic with manipulating machinery and mastering the advanced technology that the Dogs accepted.

Combat: Don't let his sweet looks fool you. If threatened, he will grab the nearest blunt object and beat you half to death with it, with a smile on his face.

Survival: Only taught basic survival skills on how to make it on other planets for longer than one day.

Stealth: NO.

Street Smarts: (Should've been higher honestly) Decent at identifying who's trouble, who's going to be easy to convince to do something for him, and knows street lingo...in his hometown. Off planet he's a fish out of water.

Seduction: The various drones of the [REDACTED] Hivemind can't breed, so they have no sense of seductiveness. Nor can they be seduced.

Luck: Imma be real with you, I don't ever know how to use this stat. Just skip it.

Handling Animals: Animals know that he's not a normal Dog. They don't like that. They don't like that at all.

Pacifying Children: Kids, on the other hand, don't see anything wrong him. Arthur's really sweet to innocent kids and is very patient with them.

Strength: Not super strong, not weak either.

Dexterity: Very handy and good with manipulating machinery and wires and whatnot.

Health: Pretty average.

Energy: As a hybrid of [REDACTED], he only needs water and one serving of food, and he's ready to go all day.

Beauty: Arthur's considered to be cute.

Style: While limited to only certain outfits in the hive mind, the few outfits they have access to combine efficiency with style.

Hygiene: Extremely cleanly.

Intelligence: Hyper intelligent Drone created for maximum efficiency.

Happiness: [REDACTED]

Spirituality: [REDACTED]

Confidence: Decently confident in himself and his abilities, has his doubts though.

Humor: Radiates dry British humor.

Anxiety: [REDACTED]

Patience: Very high patience, but it has its limits when dealing with idiots and those with bad intentions.

Passion: Very passionate about the [REDACTED] situation and science.

I'll add more and reblog when I do, just like the other character sheets. Sorry for the censorship, but I do have a lot of lore reveals in this character that can be saved for a better time in the future.

[peterpcrkcr]

Shy Girl | Peter Parker x Reader

Third person pov.

Requested by @z-iridest

3.4 k words. One shot. I definitely could see me writing more lol.

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The final bell of school was about to roll on Monday. This wasn’t your average monday. It was the day a big news story was going to break and the nerves inside Peter Parker were building up.

“Alright everybody it’s the last week of school so listen up.” Mr. Harrington said in his usual anxious drol. “We have a lot to get through as you’re going to be seniors next year. That means more training, more studying, and more mental dexterity.”

No one was listening. A quiet roar of excited young minds sharing their summer plans drowned out the nearly useless info he was producing.

“Excuse me,” he said a little louder to possibly break through the chatter. “Don’t you guys care about my plans to hold up your brain prowess over the summer?”

“If I’m being honest, no.” Flash Thompson, the alternate for the team who rarely ever came to meetings spoke up. Everyone listened. Everyone except for Peter who was enthralled in a diagram he was making to keep his thoughts in order. There was too much he needed to do by the end of the week to make sure everything was covered for a full summer of crime saving. “We’re all busy worrying about what we actually give a shit about.”

“And what would that be Mr. Thompson?” The teacher asked, though plainly uninterested.

“The massive summer kickoff pool party I’m throwing this Saturday at my mansion!” He said to many cheers and applause of favor. Flash crossed his arms and nodded his head, a smug look of accomplishment across his face.

“Now that’s fine and all but we really need to be focusing on how you guys are going to-“ Mr. Harrington started to rebuff but a knock on the open door stopped him mid sentence.

“Um, Mr. Harrington?” A woman’s voice called from the doorway.

“Yes?” He responded as all the kids turned their heads toward the door.

“I know this is incredibly last minute but we have a new student at Midtown and even though the decathlon season is over, we’d like her to join now so she can feel nice and welcome come next semester.” The administrator spoke.

“Yes, that's fine.” Mr. Harrington said, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The female administrator closed the door, leaving the students to their chatter.

“Now- Flash don’t you think there are more important things to worry about than some party you won’t remember in 20 years?” Mr. Harrington posed to his most ruthless student.

“It’s okay Mr. Harrington, you don’t have to be sad that you were never invited to parties when you were in high school.” Flash responded to a gasp and a chuckle from the crowd.

Peter couldn’t have been more uninterested. Mind wrapped up in a web of tangled thoughts and nerves and worry. 17 years old and on top of the world. He died and was brought back after half of the planet disappeared. He made a hundred powerful friends and made the news a million times. Well, not him necessarily but he was still doing really well for himself. High grades, and life was pretty easy when Happy was in charge of him considering the man was so busy running Tony Stark's estate. A deep sadness hung over Peter though. Not only had so many great things happened, many terrible and heart wrenching things had as well. He felt a sharp heat start to prick the back of his neck.

“Im gonna go to the bathroom.” He said curtly as he stood quickly from the table to walk out of the room. He stopped just a little down the hallway, not even 20 feet from the classroom he was just in.

His breathing started to quicken. Sweat beads popped up on his forehead. His fists clenched at his sides. Maybe it was too much. He wasn’t even a legal adult and yet it was like the whole world was in his shoulders. And there didn’t seem to be single person who could possibly help lift it for him.

Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Two. His shoulders relaxed. Three breaths and his fists unfurled. Four and the color returned to his face.

When he turned on his heel to head back to the room, he opened his eyes and saw a girl standing across the hall. He felt a shiver down his spine and his eyes went wide. The red returned to his face, but the color of embarrassment.

She met his gaze with wide eyes of her own. A hard pink blush bloomed over her cheeks for being caught. She had watched him leave the room and calm down. She looked down quickly.

“Been there long-?” He asked her. She nodded. “That’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed-“ she said quickly, still gazing at the floor. “I was doing the same thing.”

“What?” He asked, confused. “You were out here taking deep breaths so you didn’t freak out in front of everyone you know?”

“Not exactly.” She moved her foot to twiddle with a spare pencil on the ground. “I was taking deep breaths though.”

“Why?” Genuinely, Peter wanted to know.

“Well, I’m a new student during the last week of school and I’ve had an awkward day of being introduced to people who are already fully over the school year so they haven’t really cared about being super friendly.” She said glancing up at him.

“I care-“ Peter blurted out. She let out a soft burst of a laugh. “I mean. I care that you’re having a hard time. I’ve lived here my whole life so I don’t really have that problem, but I definitely know how you feel.”

“You do?” She asked, fully meeting his gaze.

“Yeah,” he smiled at her.

For a moment it was just the two of them standing in the hallway, looking into each others eyes. A silent understanding of emotion holding all of the space between them.

“Do you need help finding your class or something?” He offered.

“Ummm… not really. I was supposed to go into the room you came out of for another introduction but I couldn’t do it.” She looked away, at some student made poster celebrating the end of the school year. Peter looked over her with a soft gaze. She could feel his eyes tracing over her. “It was making me a little anxious.”

“Right-“ he stopped his eyes from wandering and placed a hand on the back of his neck. “Oh! You’re the new student!”

“Yeah.” She chuckled nervously. “That’s me.”

“I’m Peter.” He said offering the hand on the back of his neck to her.

She crossed the hallway and met his gaze. Peter’s eyes fluttered as her perfume filled his senses. Her skin looked soft and her hair was fluffed. Eyes a little red. Possibly from crying, he thought. When she took his hand he felt another shiver up his spine.

“I’m (y/n).” She smiled. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” They dropped hands and immediately his hand felt cold again.

“We should probably head in.” She said ducking her head toward the classroom. Peter didn’t move his eyes from her. Something was different about her. Something gentle and soft. She reminded him of a doe. Delicate and stuck in the middle of the street. His weakness. “Peter?”

“Oh, yeah. We should.” He didn’t make a move to the room though. He couldn’t. This was the first time in months that he felt his mind quiet down.

For a silent beat they locked eyes once more. There was a tenderness to it. Sharing a moment of vulnerability with a complete stranger wasn’t common for most people, but Peter had had his fair share. This was different though, because she couldn’t see Spider-Man. She couldn’t see any of it. She only saw Peter. Midtown student and anxious student.

The bell rang, unleashing them from their gaze and the students from their rooms. As the doors flew open, endless conversations erupted into the hall, filling their warm silence.

Mr. Harrington and Flash hadn’t finished their debate about partying as they headed Peters way down the hall.

“Oh! Mr. Parker!” Mr. Harrington smiled. “You must’ve found our new student!”

“Come on now Porker, you didn’t think you could call dibs before anyone even saw her, did you?”

Flash said as he pulled Peter into a tight Noogie.

Peter shoved him with a little extra strength, making Flash clash just enough with Mr. Harrington to knock his glasses off his face. Students walking by trampled right over them. The poor broke teacher bent down and picked them up.

“It’s going to be a fun summer.” Mr. Harrington said, putting the shattered glasses back on. “See you guys Wednesday.”

With that, he was off.

“Whatever Porker.” Flash said, hurrying down the hall.

This left Peter and (y/n) alone once more. Even though it wasn’t even close to silent, when he looked at her he could only hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

“I guess that means the day’s over…” she said sheepishly.

“Y-yeah… right. Okay. Well I’ll see you Wednesday?” He asked. She nodded and started as though she would walk away. He gently pinched her elbow to stop her, which sent a shockwave from her skin to his fingertips as he did it. “Hey-“

“Y-yes?” She asked stopping close to him. So close he could feel the faintest sip of her breath on his face. She didn’t look at his eyes though. Her face was very red and he could almost hear how fast her heart was beating.

“If you need anything this week I’m here for you.” He said in earnest. When she looked into his eyes again he almost wanted to say forever, but forever was never a possibility for him.

“Th-thanks, Peter.” She said with the cutest stutter, her eyes drifting to his hand. He started to blush when he realized he was still holding her elbow. He dropped his hand and looked away. “See you around.”

“Yeah. See ya.” He said, and with that she was off.

——-

“Dude you missed Flash’s party announcement.” Peter said as he spun another web to swing on his way home from school. Ned Leeds, his best and most trusted friend, was on a video call in Peter’s mask.

“It’s not my fault my aunts came to town for the spring parade. We’re doing all the touristy stuff. I can’t tell you all the stuff I learned about the Chrysler Building today. I felt like I was in school anyway-“ Ned said making Peter grin. “Wait, since when do you care about Flash’s dumb parties? Especially after the one sophomore year?”

Peter’s eyes widened in surprised thought. Ned was right. Why did he care about the party?

“I don’t know. Other than that it was a normal day.” Peter said shaking it off

“Nah, I can tell something’s up with you. Is it about the news announcement today?” Ned asked. Peter had almost forgotten about that considering his mind was wrapped around (y/n) all day.

Peter smiled. He was glad to find out he wasn’t worrying about his usual problems. Something much more exciting had entered his life.

“Well there’s a new girl and she-“

“Dude no!” Ned said. “Leave it to you to meet someone the last week of school. I’ve been single since Betty and I broke up. Wait until college, dude. That’s where the babes will be.”

Peter laughed and shook his head as he dropped in the alley by his apartment for one. 17 and living alone. He could handle it but he had never been lonelier in his life.

“You wanna come over and play COD?” He asked as he threw his backpack in his apartment window.

“Nah, I can’t. My aunties want to go to that cafe where people scream Broadway music at you while you eat.” Ned said smacking his tongue on the top of his mouth.

“Don’t have too much fun.” Peter said jokingly.

“Oh I won’t.” Ned said making Peter chuckle to himself. “I’ll be at school tomorrow morning but I’m leaving at lunch to go see a matinee of Bye Bye Birdie.”

“On a Tuesday?” Peter asked.

“It’s a seniors only showing.” Ned responded. “With the alternate cast.”

“Good luck with that.” Peter said.

“Thanks. Honestly I think I need it more than you right now.”

“Catch ya later.” Peter said. Ned threw up a peace sign and the call was over.

Peter was about to climb inside when his spider senses started going off. Something was wrong.

He closed his window and took off out of the alley. He followed the hairs on his arms toward the feeling. He started to hear the commotion as he moved to the end of the street.

Two men were cornering a young woman by some bodega dumpsters.

“I don’t have anything-“ she said with a teary, terrified voice. “Please, just go!”

“Not gonna happen little lady.” One of the thugs said, rolling up his sleeve.

“Yeah, I see that gold watch you’re wearing. And it ain’t a fake.” The second moron said as they both moved closer to her. Her back was flush against the dumpster and Peter didn’t really have a good view of the situation. No time to waste.

He shot a web at the second thug and threw him hard against the wall of the electronics sales shop next door. (Y/n) screamed in shock.

The second thug turned and started barreling toward Peter, but Peter was faster. He threw one web at his feet, encasing them together. The thug fell flat on his face, but reached quickly into his pocket for a knife.

Peter dodged it, and as it flew by his face he shot a web and the thugs back and whipped him up and into the dumpster, hard.

At this point a small crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle. The local, and world, hero had saved another citizen of New York.

He took a step toward the girl and stopped. He recognized her. (Y/n). She was crying. Shaking. Eyes wide in fear. When he stepped toward her again she tensed up and stepped even more flush against the dumpster.

“Don’t be scared.” He said reaching a hand out. She eyed him. “I’m Spider-Man.”

She didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Fear locked her up. The doe in headlights. He wanted to rip his mask off and laugh and say “haha me again!” But he wouldn’t risk that secrets weight atop her head.

“You don’t have to be afraid.” He said softly, his hand still out-stretched. She looked at his hand and relaxed her shoulders. “You can trust me.”

“You just knocked two guys out cold in like a minute. I don’t know what you could do to me.” She said with a choked voice.

“I just saved you-“ he said surprised.

“Thank you for that, I’m just taken back. You… you really hurt them.” She looked at the man still unconscious on the ground by her feet. “He’s bleeding.”

“Yeah! I’m bleeding too!” The thug in the dumpster chimed in. Peter shook head head.

This wasn’t right. He just saved her. He just took two criminals off the map. She didn’t owe him anything, of course, but this was new.

“You’re sorry for the thugs?” He asked, dropping his hand to his side.

“Well, no…” she said, looking away. “Actually yes? Kind of? They’re still people, Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, bad people.” He said plainly.

The crowd watching were chatting amongst themselves and Peter knew he had to head out soon before the police came to investigate. And before the news bulletin came out.

“IN TODAYS NEWS!” A voice bellowed from one of the television at the electronic store. He felt every hair on his body stand straight.

“We need to go.” He said to her urging her gently with his hand stretched out to her once again. She shook her head.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” She said matter of factly.

“SPIDER-MAN IS ANNOUNCED AS THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE AVENGERS!” The voice bellowed. The crowd standing nearby started cheering. Clapping. And closing in on Peter and (Y/n).

“You’re an avenger?” She asked, marbled eyes looking into the animated eyes of his mask. He nodded.

“Yes, now let’s go.” He said stepping toward her. The crowd moved closer to them both.

“I said im not going with y-“ she didn’t have time to finish her sentence before he webbed her hip and pulled her into his side.

Up up and away to the heights of the skyscrapers and away from the investigative crowd of adoring fans.

“What the hell!” She exclaimed as her leftover tears flew from her face as they swung through town. “PUT ME DOOOOOWN!!”

She screamed into his ear, making his grip on a web falter just a little. She gripped him tighter and as he felt her body press against his, he felt an odd mix of emotions. Annoyance for the fact that she wasn’t very happy to be near him, but solace in the fact that she didn’t know it was Peter.

But if she did? If she could know he’d just saved her life would she still have those tender eyes for him in the hallway? Would she even look at him again?

“I’ve got you.” He said in a tone so soft she felt her breath relax in her chest. “Relax.”

“How!?! I’m like 100 feet high!” She asked.

“More like 500.” He said, which made her hold him tighter. He could definitely feel her racing heart against him. “I won’t drop you.”

“You can’t tell me that!” Her eyes were closed. Closed since she lifted off of the ground.

“Feel the wind, (y/n).” She opened her eyes to stare at the masked crusader. “Enjoy the moment.”

She then felt her entire body take a deep breath. She could feel the wind on her face. The push and pull of his swinging motions. The leap of gravity as they played between the earth and the sky. She started to look around and she started to laugh.

Peter had never heard a more gleeful sound in his entire life.

“Woohoo!!” She yelled as they swung through the burough. “This is awesome!”

Peter watched where he was going most of all, but when he knew the next placement of his web, he watched her. Watched the fear fly away with the wind in her hair. He grinned at every yelp she made, every cheer. Her eyes were shining and sparkling in the light of the evening sun.

When they reached their destination, which was just around the corner from the high school, he set her down. Her legs were like jelly as she took a step. He caught her softly in his arms before she stumbled forward. This time she wasn’t afraid of his touch. She leaned into him. He could tell she could feel his warmth. His body. She wrapped her arms around him and held him. He didn’t know what to do for a second but when he wrapped his arms around her, it was like a glow covered them in their embrace.

Peter couldn’t tell if it had been a minute or ten that she held him. And she was really holding him.

“Thank you for saving me.” (Y/n) said as she pulled out of the hug. She put a large step between them. Brushed a piece of hair behind her head, and looked at the ground by his feet. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah…” Peter said dreamily. Until he realized who he was at the moment. He straightened up and started to chuckle with a hand on the back of his neck. “Well citizen, I’ll leave you to your day.”

“Right…” she started as though to walk away but turned quickly back to him. He tensed before she stopped right in front of him and kissed him on his clothed cheek. “Thanks again, Spider-Man.”

“Oh yeah. Yeah. Don’t mention it. Haha…” he had never been more thankful for his mask in his life as he knew he had probably never had his face this red before. “Bye.”

“Bye.” She said, pulling out her phone to make a call. Probably to her parents. Or a taxi. Or the cops.

All Peter knew were the butterflies in his stomach and how he couldn’t wait until Wednesday to see (y/n) again. He was going to ask if she wanted to go to Flash’s party with her. And he hoped more than anything that she would say yes.

[finedinereception]

Why is Sirius on your brain SO much?

Explain in Mario terms

make my brain go -flag pole noise-

haha okay but actually here we go. this is disorganized and more me vomiting my thoughts out and making you look at him but yknow.

the black hole server: the most soul sucking and messed up place to live since america

thanks for the insightful commentary, buddy

so sirius lives the life of the average True Gamer, in a dark hole full of anime figurines and merchandise or whatever. he likes adding to that collection and then fucking around with it because bloodsport really never died to him. who cares what ign had to say.

unfortunately, like all gamers, his home is not hospitable to most life.

weaker em beings apparently “enervate and die” within the server. thats delightfully fucked up, and honestly, a vast empty, dark, cold space that sucks the life out of pretty much everything around it and is only truly habitable to one lifeform is an insanely cool idea that i always love.

uh…. roche limit????

obviously, with such an unfriendly gamer den, sirius himself does not get a lot of company.

we’ll come back to this next section.

but basically the black hole server is a really cool idea and location that really serves to emphasize what an outside-context issue sirius is. he feels very “other” in this world, in part thanks to where hes made his home.

with friends like these, who needs mega man?

sirius has some… interesting ideas about what is good and reasonable for people. or what constitutes a healthy platonic relationship. actually just relationships in general.

i think its interesting he jumped straight to this with mega man, when he also harbored apollo flame, who was pretty damn open about his intentions to eventually usurp and subjugate sirius

WHICH SIRIUS WAS AWARE OF BTW

apollo flame! oh, you, always on about taking over the universe!

this is weird to say, with what we know about sirius in general and his personality (which we’ll be getting to soon) but… theres this pervasive sense that he views the Rs as a mix between pawns and, like, his perverse version of “friends”

the use of “our” here is interesting, along with the implication that sirius shares more information with them than he actually needs to

and the fact that sirius has the tendency to start talking to himself in the middle of a conversation…

and the fact that he enforces a friendly relationship between those who dont get along…

theres just a weird sense of sirius “playing” with dynamics, and while its certainly useful to him, its easy to imagine a hint of curiousity in there. the exploration of one of the only things that cant be taken by force.

of course you have blue skin and pronouns

look at him. look at him. hes based on a squid. hes got that squid drip. i think sirius would be into deep sea life. im choosing to view this as an in-character choice. he likes squid now, okay?

also. he canonically sparkles. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THIS SPARKLING SQUID TWINK. GOD. HE MAKES ME INSANE.

i also dont know where else to mention this, but hey what was up with mu metal. is he tied to mu. what was that about lmao. bro got pica.

he has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces

he is so fucking stupid😭

the main, and final, thing i want to bring up is his extreme case of blue and orange morality. because being rude is worse than destroying a planet to him.

from here on out ill be using direct quotes since i actually have access to these and writing and ive hit image limit. what can i say theres so much i want you to look at.

Sirius: ... I don't need that rude EM being for my collection. 

and

Sirius: I was hoping to enjoy watching everyone on the planet panic for a bit... But I suppose destroying it outright would be fun too. 

back to back is an interesting display of standards. but id go further and argue that… sirius doesnt really act with malice.

MegaMan: Peoples lives... Planets... They aren't toys for you to play with. Have you even considered the pain you are putting all those people down there though? Sirius: Everything here will cease to exist. A black hole has no need for such things as emotions. You should... be happy. You will live forever within the darkness. You will be mine. MegaMan: I wouldn't call that living! I'd rather not exist! Sirius: ...I see. Do you think that you might change your mind? Stopping you without causing you any injury would be a bit of a nuisance to me. It will be hard for us to play together with you injured.

and you could argue that this is an attempt at persuasion… except that sirius doesnt really need that. hes pretty confident in his ability to win a fight, so id argue this is genuinely just how he thinks. his fascination with destroying things is processed not with malicious intent but the same perverse curiosity that drives a child to pour water on an ant hill.

mean spirited? yeah, but its all in good fun to him.

hes the living version of all those jokes about a person who never talks to other people or goes outside or anything. hes had his own little bubble to develop the most deranged moral compass and interal narrative of all time.

tl;dr - ITS HARD TO NOT THINK ABOUT HIM A LOT

[whistleloves]

HONKAI IMPACT MATCHUP FOR MY DEAREST, @drxgonspine

(I’m putting all this here because if I write this in an ask I’m gonna probably fuck it up.)

SMART PEOPLE:

Dan Heng

Romantic

Dan Heng is that really quiet guy in the back of your history class who always does exceptionally well on every test. If you were to peak over his shoulder and look into his notebook, everything would be color coded and catalogued with the skill of someone far older than he appears. He’s smart as all get out and would much rather spend his time adding to the Data bank than trifling with silly matters. He fits the bill of an incredibly smart individual decently well, and his stoic demeanor eerily remind me of Albedo at times. He’s certainly not above teasing though, and will sometimes make a remark towards those he considers a good friend. I could see you two discussing whatever topics you’re currently enthralled in with each other. He would listen to you prattle on about chemistry will diligently writing down any information that’s new to him.

Aventurine

Platonic

Aventurine is a peculiar man with a dashing sense of style and an incredibly self destructive nature. He’s quick to bet with his life and it usually works out for him. He’s blessed with a mysterious string of luck, and a horrific life. He’s a peacock incarnate and truly shows with how he carries himself. Though he may at first seem like an arrogant, self serving, conniving individual, he harbors just as much fear as anyone else. I can see a relationship with him being either romantic and platonic, though I’m leaning more platonic. Having his favor would likely mean he’d lavish you greatly with anything he could provide. He knows poverty, and he doesn’t seem to have any intention of experiencing it again. He’s witty, sarcastic, and would easily keep up with any banter you throw at him. Though of course, he’s lost so much that was dear to him, he’d be incredibly protective. As a friend (a true one at least, sometimes he says friend and means pawn.) he would cherish the bond deeply. Though he wouldn’t dare let you too close at first, he might slowly open up. This man is sneaky and strategic, and his boss fight killed my husband a few times before I did actually beat him. So I’m mad at his ass rn >:(

Kafka

Romantic

Kafka is the kind of woman who would tell you to sit down and a whole legion of people would salute and oblige. She is honestly terrifying, and off the charts smart. The way she speaks makes even ME, one of the straightest women on the planet, think “Mommy?” Her plans extend far past what the average mind can conceive, but she somehow carries herself with a sense of humor. She balances out the severity of her actions and words with a strange lack of seriousness at times. She would let you vent to her about a bad day and by the need you’d feel leagues better than before, and she’d give you some great advice to boot. She too can keep up with witty banter easily, though she may just surpass you a bit too easily. She scares me quite frankly.

THE DUMB PERSON:

Sampo Koski

Romantic/Platonic

Sampo is kinda just Sampo honestly. There’s not too much behind that goofy demeanor but a lot of well meaning scheming. He’s never an antagonist, but he certainly isn’t the most morally correct all the time. He’s goofy, well meaning, and a bit slippery. He probably gives fantastic hugs while mumbling about whatever shenanigans he got up to that day specifically.

[fizzyxcustard]

Never.

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor x OC

Warnings: Angst, insecurity, sadness, smut, first person POV

Summary: Sarah has been travelling with the Doctor and has fallen madly in love with the Time Lord. Will their feelings finally get the better of them?

Comments/Notes: I wrote this fic around 2014/15 and it is currently up on my AO3 page for reading, but I thought I would try it here and see how it goes. This is part 1 of 5, in a series called 'Cup of Tea and Jammie Dodgers'.

Currently I am keeping the tag list for this series completely separate from my main Follow Forever tag list, so if you'd like to be added to this tag list for Doctor Who, please let me know.

I hope you like the fic. As always, like, reblog and comment if you enjoy. If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, let me know.

It didn’t matter how many times I tried to convince myself that he could love someone like me, I knew he never would. I was a mere human, nothing special, nothing fantastic. A man like him deserved an exotic woman from a distant planet who could match him mentally with her expertise in time travel and higher than average IQ. I couldn’t deliver on any of that. I was just a mediocre, run of the mill woman from central England.

The Doctor had come into my life quite by accident. He’d been the one to pick me up from a dark place and took me to the stars – literally. Over the time we’d travelled together in the TARDIS, he’d spoke of his previous companions and all of them seemed to have something to offer. But I just couldn’t see at all what had called him to take me to other worlds. Maybe I should have asked him as it was something I’d never brought myself to ask.

The last two or three days I’d tried my best to keep myself to myself while I let this confusion in my head unfold. Each day I’d retire quite early to the library or pool and so far he hadn’t really noticed. He was his usual self: bouncy, child-like, but always had that all too familiar sadness sitting behind his eyes. I’d only seen him cry once, but he’d smiled through the tears, pretending that he was being silly. But, to me, he’d never be silly. He was the most amazing man I’d ever known, and I’m sure everyone else that had met him thought exactly the same. So...why would I be any different?

The TARDIS, so far, had been big enough for me to hide. But not anymore. I was sat beside the pool, listening to my own thoughts, when I heard a gentle calling of my name. And there he was, stood in the doorway. When I first met him he hadn’t been the kind of man I’d have fallen for; he was boyish in his appearance with floppy hair, continuous hand gestures and a mad bowtie. Behind that and he was so much more. He was freedom, hope and a reason to live life expectantly. Since stepping on board the TARDIS, I woke up awaiting the wonder of a new world or the echoes of someone’s forgotten past.

He placed a freshly brewed cup of tea and a packet of Jammie Dodgers on the table beside me. His shoes squeaked on the tiles as he spun on his heel and sat on the edge of the recliner next to me.

“You don’t look dressed for swimming,” he said softly, looking at my attire of jeans and blouse.

“You never know what I might have hiding under here,” I laughed, looking down at my blouse, but as soon as I’d let the words fall off my lips, I realised my stupidity. I’d never been one to talk provocatively, no matter how hard I tried.

The Doctor let his expression gradually turn to a sad smile as he seemingly forgot my comment. Maybe he hadn’t seen the innuendo of it.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked. “I had noticed even though you always tell me I don’t seem to notice anything.”

I sighed and shifted awkwardly in my seat. I wanted to tell him so badly how I felt. Every time I caught sight of him and I felt the butterflies set up residence in my stomach. I’d always been so guarded when it came to men and allowing myself to fall for them. There were still old scars inside me which hadn’t quite healed over completely. One of these scars was due to an old fiancée who had fallen out of love with me. He’d grown distant from me, finding more happiness in the company of others until he broke the relationship off. Maybe he hadn’t been the one so to speak, but he made me feel like I fit in with everyone else. With him and I could tell everyone that someone loved me. I could be like all my old co-workers and ex-school friends who I accidentally bumped into on the street. With the Doctor...oh, it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Unknowingly, he’d taken me from that need to be ordinary and like everyone else, transforming me into something else. I was different now. I travelled through time and space with a mad man in a blue box. What was normal about that?

How could I just let everything spill out? I suddenly felt hot and flustered. I needed to run.

I got up from my seat quickly, ignoring his protests for me to come back. The tears began to fall down my cheeks and a lump rose in my throat.

Suddenly I felt his hand around my arm and I was turned quickly, although not forcefully.

I looked into his eyes, those deep set eyes that had become so beautiful to me. Gradually I backed up against the wall, but he stepped forward, keeping the distance between us minimal.

My heart thundered in my chest and I looked down, unable to keep eye contact. “You’re playing with me,” I said sternly. “Stop it!”

“Somehow I believe you’re the better one at teasing,” he replied. His eyes had grown darker with something I couldn’t, in that moment, admit to seeing there. I just couldn’t admit it to myself that he might possibly feel something for me.

Then he raised his hand and cupped my cheek, his thumb gently rubbing away the one tear that had clung there. “My dearest Sarah,” he whispered. “You just don’t see it. None of it. You think beauty lies in the constellations, nebulas and galaxies. But I see all of that when I look in your eyes.”

“You chose me to travel with you, but why? Everyone else that you’ve had as a companion has had more about them...”

“Shhhh,” he said, growing agitated. “There’s a reason for each one of you passing through those doors. The TARDIS knows who I need, and she chose you for me, Sarah.”

How could he speak to me like this when he was married to River Song? Did Time Lords have a twisted idea of marriage and then sneak off with concubines? He was confusing me, and I think he sensed that.

“Doctor, you’re married to River. Why do you think I’ve kept away from you?” I asked, moving aside and out of the door. “How can I stand in front of the man I love day after day and know nothing can ever come of it? I age and die, you regenerate. It’s as though life enjoys playing sick games with you.”

I dashed down the corridor, trying to find my way back towards my room, but each and every time I attempted to get away, I kept coming back to the entrance to the pool. The Doctor stood there with his arms crossed.

“You know how the TARDIS works, Sarah. Don’t keep running away. You need to face up to problems in your life rather than keep running,” he told me.

“Oh, you’re a fine one to say that to me seeing as you took me from home!” I shouted. “You run from your past every day, Doctor. And you stand there preaching to me about it.”

I could see the frustration growing on his face and with no other words spoken he approached me quickly, and kissed me.

I tried to pull away but he had his hands on my cheeks, keeping me against him. As his lips moved, I knew I couldn’t keep the running routine up. He weakened me and I stood there completely defenceless, responding to his kiss. My arms wound around his waist and I groaned beneath our locked lips.

Gradually we parted, our breaths heightened.

He smiled at me and then pressed his forehead against mine. “Never think you’re unimportant. Never!”

*

The Doctor excused himself from my company a short time later, promising to come and see me once he’d taken care of some calculations and such in the main console room.

I took a quick swim and then had a shower, washing all of the chlorine out of my hair. But all the way through I couldn’t take my mind off the Doctor. Smiles kept coming out of nowhere and I must have looked like a lunatic to anyone watching. However, I knew I needed to learn of his intentions. Where would any kind of relationship go from here? Or would it be nigh on impossible. For today I needed to forget it all and just enjoy the moment. Living in the moment for the sheer fun of it was something I’d never been able to do. My mind had always been locked on the future, stressing about the what ifs and maybes of life.

After the shower, I returned to my room only to find that the single bed which was against the wall had now turned into a double, centred amongst the simple furnishings.

What on earth was the TARDIS doing? I’d been told countless times how she needed to be sure of a person and only allowed those on board who were important and integral to the Doctor’s travels. What was the reason behind my presence?

I stepped further into the room and slipped a hand down onto the crisp, white bed sheets. A tingle shot up my back making me shiver. The Doctor... and me...in this bed.

The door shut behind me and as I turned I saw him. His tweed jacket was missing and his shirt sleeves were rolled up.

“Been busy?” I asked.

“Not as busy as I’d like to be,” he replied. “I think you’ll make sure I have my work cut out for me.”

One thing I knew was for certain: if I made love to him here, tonight, things would never be the same for me. I couldn’t let this be a one night stand. My heart was his, completely. But was his heart mine?

“Doctor,” I whispered. “I can’t.”

He smiled at me. “I know you enough by now to know why. Truth is, I know I’m married to River, but my heart...or hearts,” he began. He stopped and chuckled. “My hearts aren’t there. I care for River but not in the same way I care for you. In my last regeneration, I felt this way for someone else.”

“Rose?” I asked. I knew it was her. Sometimes the way he spoke about her made everything so clear. She’d been his first love. He’d speak about other companions from his last regeneration like Martha and Donna, but the regret and sadness wasn’t present in his voice like when he mentioned Rose. His previous companions from this regeneration, Amy and her husband, Rory, had been his best friends, sharing in so many of his trials and triumphs. Where I fit in, I didn’t quite know.

“But...I’m different, Sarah. In this form I have my memories, but the feelings disappear...some of them.”

“You said that you left a clone of yourself with Rose so she’d never be without you. How am I supposed to walk away from all of this without you? And I mean you as you are now.”

“Isn’t it better to taste love once even if it’s not meant to last, than never taste it at all?” he asked me.

All reason and control left me and I leaned up to kiss him.

My hands wound up in his hair as his drifted down me, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin. I couldn’t help but let out a groan, momentarily feeling embarrassment, but that soon dissipated as I found myself being disrobed.

His lips inspected me carefully, inch by inch as we made sure no more clothing could get in the way. And shortly after, we lay amongst the fresh covers. He was leaning over me, kissing my neck passionately. I’d never seen him so primal and unrestricted.

I couldn’t help but arch my back as his lips travelled down my body, until he came to my inner thigh and it was then that I called out into the air.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” I said, trying to get the words out coherently between the feelings which were bombarding me.

He never spoke but instead began kissing back upward, seemingly not missing an inch. And as his face came in front of mine, I took his lips back against mine but felt him enter me at the same time in one swift movement. On instinct and in shock I groaned under the kiss, and then he reciprocated.

We began to thrust against one another, matching one another’s movements and as we did, he took my hands in his. I could feel the ascension to my orgasm beginning and it became so quick the harder we pulsed into one another, until finally, I felt that last turbulent wave hit me. Whilst the orgasm pulsed through me, the Doctor groaned against my neck, signalling his release.

Breathlessly, he withdrew and lay beside me.

We let our breaths come back to normal before the Doctor reached over and began tickling me. Instantly I laughed, pulling away, but he came almost on top of me, attacking me with his hands. My insides hurt as I laughed over and over, until I found a way to get at him.

I lunged forwards, still giggling and began tickling him back in retaliation. His laughter filled the room until we settled down to sleep.

*

I woke to find that the space next to me had become vacant and the Doctor’s clothes had disappeared. Sighing, I got up, re-dressed and decided to take a walk down to the console room. Maybe he was in there, hovering over leavers and gauges...as per usual.

This time the TARDIS allowed me to walk smoothly into the console room, where I found him. I stayed by the door, watching him grinning like a happy child and hopping around the system, chattering away. Now that I’d experienced what it was like to not only travel with the Doctor, but allow him in, I knew I’d never be the same again.

***

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Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Feeling Blue

Krillin should have known his luck would workout like this, like was it really too much to hope his life could go one day,a week or a month without some kind of malarkey? But leave it to weirdo jaco and the space patrol to get him roped onto this mess because god forbid of all the people in this part of the galaxy and all of earth,he to be the kne chosen to play ambassador for a diplomacy mission? Oh right,he thought because mr.Satan was a ‘man of action‘,not words,yamcha woild likely cave,tien lived off the grid,Roshi was a horn dog,gohan had work and studying….and then there was Goku and Vegeta. Like those two would know how to be diplomatic? the latter was all “kill anyone you don’t like!!” While goku? Sure the guy was his best friend ever since they were kids but let’s be honest,he wasn’t the brightest bulb or the sharpest tool. So here he was on a mission to negotiate a truce for peace with the infamous diamond coalition. The leadership hierarchy of an empire of alien beings known as gems. Apparently they were numerous crystal rocks that one would usually be mined and harvested from the ground who had the means to give themselves physical shape and form, taking the appearance of humanoid,often female looking and sounding beings, all varying in terms of figure,size,height,etc. It was said they seemed to live very long lifespans,being practically immortal unless you shattered their gemstones and thus had developed quite the high level of science and technologo,including the means to make more of their own.

However this had the side effect in they had basically mined out their own home world and thus decided to expand and spread out to the stars,settling on and establishing colonies in any planets they found. Thus far they had not harvested any planets capable of sustaining life,let alone were already inhabited but this was what concerned galactic Patrol as they worried this would be a whole new beast akin to the planet piracy business of the Colds and the saiyans and earth would be among their next possible viable targets. So how that had resulted in Krillin of all people finding himself being the ambassador to negotiat peace was beyond him but least the trip hadn’t been too long compared to that flight to Namek. He wasn’t sure how he’d be able to convince the gem home world leadership to even consider changing this routine of theirs,as it seemed they were pretty set in their ways,and their unique physical nature was said to give them a low opinion on biological lifeforms like himself and their in comparison,all too brief and short lifespans. But he was assured that one of the leaders he was going to having this discussion with,Blue Diamond was her name, was considered the most empathetic and perhaps the more reasonable Of the Coalition. That gave him some hope but soon as he landed and greeted by the welcome wagon, his jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out at the first sight of her. Good lord jaco and thegalactic patrol hadn’t mentioned how tall she was!! He had to assume she had shrunk herself down to more reasonable size for the peace talks but she still had to be somewhere around and between 7 to outright 10 feet tall!! Her face was more than easy in the eyes,heavy shadows around her own,did she ever get much sleep?

She almost seemed like a poster child for goth wet dreams, her namesake colour on display in all shades from her skin and her well styled hair,to her namesake gemstone on display right in the centre of the valley of her boob cleavage. That was another stunner for the compact shirt king as this woman was….she was fucking thicc!! And the modest dress she wore did little to hide her curvy,plump and meaty form,as the dark material hugged and highlighted a very size la,e generous set of tits and ass, with very sculpted arms and legs, those hips and thighs looking like they could pop an average man’s head like A melon! he could just barely recall and respond when the goth like woman greeted him,a distinct melodic accented voice like molasses to the ears,polite and very well mannered as she had hoped the trip had been well for him and that perhaps they would have fruitful negotiations. The z fighter and police officer hiding his nervousness,blushing as he responded whenever he could. Following behind the statuesque stunner,doing his best not to ogle that swaying backside,the allure of her meaty thighs and the jiggle of her lucious apple shaped ass as she moved with grace and poise. Leaving past the assembled infantry line of assembled peridots,rubies,sapphires,agates,amethysts and jaspers as they flashed what seemed to be some sort of salute. The only other being following them being Blue’s Pearl, who Krillin had to assume was some sort of butler or maid? Personal assistant? Something like that he apfigured and gathered,as the bird like petite pretty thing followed a few steps behind them,hands clasped in submissiveness,silent as he felt her bangs coffered eyes seemingly on her. Whatever she was thinking,he could get much of a read-on but likely wasn’t helping he was so distracted by the sight of her leader unknowingly showing off the charisma and sex appeal of a porn star courting a mate. A weird analogy but can you blame him?!! Still he had to hope maybe this discussion in her quarters would help him forget this sight and thiughts he was having. Ooh if he could tell himself then what he knew Now…..

“Is something wrong,Mr.Krillin? You seem tense,is the water alright?” The statuesque cerulean coloured gem woman enquired,as she and Krillin currently sat in the warm,steamy soothing waters of her personal bathing pool. Her sky blue coloured skin glistening with a gleaming sheen as his on tan physique was likewise, her pearl standing by with grace,poise and devotion. The shortstack ambassador gritting his teeth as he simply nodded. Legs crossed as sat on a seat edge Indian style below the water in order to attemp hide his crotch. Not wanting to expose his private parts to Blue Diamond lest he risked offending her. But if he wasn‘t having issues struggling to contain his arousal before,it was next to mission impossible right now! since he and Blue were both naked as they day they were born,the Diamond goth queen’s thicc curvy form on full display. She and her pearl rsther curious an puzzled to how and why he was acting snd reacting the way he was since the moment she did so,shedding her dress as soon as they entered. His clothes neatly folded and kept beside the pearl as Krillin was learning first hand that gems didn’t quite understand the concepts of modesty. Let alone what their current statute of nudity,casual as it was,was doing to the earthling male.

”Yeah,j-just fine lady blue…r-really…” he quipped in response at first, doing his best to be polite,which again was a challenge and a struggle. Especially when Blue diamond was sitting right next to him and did little to nothing to cover herself up. He coild see it all,her firm,round tits,her plump meaty thighs and hips just screamed child baring,if gems were even capable of doing any such thing. Her juicy ass planted firmly against the smooth,cool material of her bath’s built in seat,as she and her pearl tilted their heads as they looked his way. Concern,curiousity snd puzzlement on their faces,her diamond shaped iris sapphire eyes gazing with a spark of intrigue. It made him cross his legs more firmly,hands over his crotch to contain and hold down his erection as it throated to swell,grow and rise. Somedays it was tough being a grower but given the circumstance? The last thing Krillin needed was to cause the diamond coalition to make war on earth all because he offended one of their leaders by exposing his arousal. But the puppy dog like eyes she unintentionally gave off was too much to resist as he sighed,caving in. Might as well bite the bullet. “Well….honestly, not really…see Uhm…lady blue the thing,we have a thing about nudity on earth,especially when it’s a man and a woman alone together in uuuh..shall we say,intimate sort of setting like this?”he stated,looking at the pearl standing there still as a statue.”well mostly alone? It gives a guy ideas and makes his body act and react in ways he can’t quite control sometimes…” he did his best not to stumble and stutter over his words which again was challenge enough being in presence of this curvy tall stunner of an alien woman.

The ocean blue coloured gem woman tilted her head as she processed the words of Earth’s visiting ambassador. Before her eyes flashed with a slight realisation. Speaking in thst soft,deep melodic accented voice of hers as she caught his attention. “Ah I see..of course,the galactic patrol gave me some reading material about organics, especially humans from earth,to get a better understanding…you are….what is the word…aroused?” Krillin hadn’t expected that,and was it just him or was her voice sounding rather excited? “youre speaking of eroticism? Sexual tension? Does this…the sight of me,this way…it makes you…what is it,turned on?” She spoke so casually as if like someone learning to use a new vocabulary they had learned. What the damned HFIL kind of material did Jack and the galactic patrol provide this woman?!! “May I see it? Your arousal?” She asked if she were asking why the skies and oceans tended to be the colours they were. Making the former monk turned diplomat drop his jaw and bug out his eyes. Was this equivalent to rohealth asking him to flesh her his cock and balls?oh sure he could and would tell her no but damnit was she even aware of those puppy dog eyes and the effect they were having on him? It was as bad as how horny the sight of her naked zema blue body was making him. What’s more was her peers wss right here and there with him,she was going to be a witness!! But with a deep breath and calming sigh, the short king began to shift and adjust his position. Soon standing up enough to have his waist go past the water,now standing from the knees up. Hands on his waist,as his dick stood stiff,erect and hard before the eyes of Blue Diamond and her Pearl. One eye open as he braced and waited for the inevitable shock and horror, expecting the backlash to follow from the scandal of exposing himself before this alien being and exposing his sexual curiosity and arousal. Yet no shouting or looks of horror and disgust came,seeing her peers as quiet and stoic as ever but was it his imagination or was there a blush in her face. But Blue in particular seemed more surprised,expression one of awe as if she had witnessed and sixovered a unique treasure. Krillin feeling like cornered prey for a Playful predator as the thicc diamond woman leaned down and close,as if wanting to get a better look. Those deep,pouty lips of hers giving off soft pants as he got a closer look at thst glistening zema namesake coloured form of hers. Which only served to make his arousal skyrocket.

“Ooh my,it’s….quite something…” the thicc literal blue diamond woman said in a tone of awe and curiousity,fascinated at the sight before her. Strange foreign feelings and sensations coursing through her as she took in her first real sight and exposure to a nude adult esrth man. Her diamond shape irises practically glued to the sight as she found her body reacting and responding differently to the pictures in the books the galactic patrol had provided. They had much to say about the anatomy and nature of attraction and desires of men and women and their sexual courtship and mating rituals. But they had clearly never mentioned or known of anything about someone like Krillin before,as his length and girth were certainly far above average and such a contrast to his height. Before either of them knew it,blue had reached her hand out and suddenly grasped his shaft,palms and fingers wrapping around the thick rod of meat as she began stroking. Making Krillin grunt and shudder at the sudden actions of the gem leader as her sudden handjob was surprising. She hadn’t meant to but the moment she had his cock in her grasp,jerking it just felt like the right thing to do. Then again she had a good memory and took in each and every detail of those porn books more out of necessity and the need to be as educated and well informed as someone of her level of authority should be. But now she found herself putting all that theory into practice as she was discovering snd experiencing for maybe the first time in her life these remarkable sensations. Need,desire,arousal…the sort of thoughts and ideas that made organic,especially humans have this need to mate and breed. It was intoxicating, exhilaratin!! “It’s so…..big..and hard…is it because of me? Do I…what is thst word…arouse you? Turn you on,mr.Krillin?” She asked as if she wasn’t in the midst of stroking his cock as their naked bodies laid in the warm steamy waters of her personal cleansing pool. Her pearl watching on in silence,yet her toned,elegant legs were crossed,thighs rubbing together,her blinding veil of bangs hiding a growing blush like what her Diamond wore at this moment in time.

Krillin couldn’t even be bothered to lie and try to act like this was nothing. He was a man alone on an alien planet,isolated and naked in bath with an exotic,hot alien gemstone woman. Who it seems was fascinated and quite curious about his anatomy and wanting to know how men and women well,fucked!! plus goddamn did her hand just feel utterly fucking amazing! it was like silk,as his hips bucked to meet her stroking,pre starting to flow and ooze from the tip. “Y-yeah i mean why wouldn’t you? I was getting hard…” grunting as she really started adding some firmness to her grip.“Just seeing you th first time…that dress really…highlights your figure…but..here like this..well…”seemed his honesty was to the Diamond leader‘s liking,as her free hand reached out to massage,rub and squeeze his balls. Her desire growing with her curiosity as jerked him off and felt up his smooth,heavy babymakers. Her eyes twinkling as she felt so bold and driven by this need,this desire to get to know this alien man more,dare she think it,intimately. ”Well…would it be perhap in the interest of diplomacy if we…perhaps indulged in this need you have? As the cause of your current state,it seems omly fair..perhaps you can…show and teach me first hand…your human mating rituals? Fornicate….make love…rut..fuck?” If Krillin wasn’t horny enough before,his libido was skyrocketing as Blue’s melodic accented voice said words that were no doubt foreign to her. Which was part of what made it so fascinating as it was erotic. And really how can he say no need to such desire and those big adorable puppy eyes? Especially when those pouty lips were giving off a siren song,as if inviting his dick to let itself in and get sucked.

If anything was making krillin’s will power and resistance crumble like a sand castle in a rainstorm, it was definitely that as he decided,what the hell? Jaco and the galactic patrol said to do whatever it would take to achieve peace with the Gem home world and if that meant giving Blue Diamond a very unorthodox hands on sexual education? Then So be it as he cop turned diplomat mustered uo his courage and pride as ambassador of earth,voice husky as he answered the giant blue woman’s eager,erotic curiousity. “No problem…and you’re off to a good start…” shuddering as Blue’s smile grew with excitement and sensual anticipation as she increased her stroking of his cock and massaged his balls. Rubbing her thighs as she coild feel the warmh and stickiness of her slit flow with her rising libido’s arousal. Awe and fascination twinkling in her eyes as her pearl stood by and watched, stoic and still like a statue as she witnessed her leader perform a handjob. The earth man’s cock looking stiffer somehow,as It pulsed and twitched,pre cum forming and oozing from the tip. Blue finding her growing,newly discovered erotic instincts guide her,fsce moving closer to his crotch as her tongue darted ou to lick his tip. The flavour of his pre a delight to her taste buds,was perhaps her unique nature and form meant that his jizz was like nutrients and protein for her? Krillin of course found thst train of thought derailed as Blue began to kiss and lick along his length from head to base, eben giving his balls attention as he found her wet,warm mouth latch onto them. Sucking them as her yes twinkled with signs of her horniness,the stunning Diamond coalition leader seemingly becoming a bitch in heat, as she moaned in the midst of her first time in..well ever performing a oral sex!!

”forgive my abruptness mr.Krillin…this all so…new,so strange,so wonderful..your…” she wanted to penis but that felt so formal an boring. Dick was too tame even,no if anything,the gem woman thought,there was only one proper word for this man’s alien equipment. “Your Cock is doing things to me…making me want to do such things to you…” her melodic voiced tiger with husky desire as if she relished debasing herself like this. Giving into this primal desire to relish the sensation of mating with this man. Ambushing Krillin with the sudden thrill of latching her mouth onto his length,lips wrapping around as she began to Bob her head up and down. Practically deepthroating him off the bat,kissing his base and balls as she sucked and blew on his cock,tongue licking and constrictng sround his shaft. Lubing and drowning it in her saliva as she seemed to not need to breathe or posses a gag reflex, not surprising if gems didn’t even need to eat or drink,why would they need air? All Krillin knew was he getting turned on like hell,as his hands grasped those silky sky blue locks of hers,hips beginning to buck and thrust to meet and return her sloppy blowjob. Delighting the blue babe with a facefuck,her sensations and feelings of arousal and horniness contagious, which wasn’t far from the truth. What Jaco and the GP neglected to inform Krillin was that Blue was a sort of empath with the ability to project,transmitit and cover an area around her in an energy field of whatever emotions she was feeling.

Which in this case was her feelings of growing sexual desire and arousal,her newfound sense of eroticism overwhelming the former monk,erasing any prior doubts or hesitation as he and blue rode the wave of primal need to fuck. Her pearl not unaffected either,as the silent,petite sexy thing was moving her hands along her toned,sensual form. Caressing her perky a to b cup tits,before plunging a hand between her clenched thighs under her skirt. Panting and moaning as she caressed and probed her slit,soaking up to her wrist with her flowing nectar,in awe of the sight she looked on with voyeuristic fascination at seeing her Diamond act and play out sexual deeds with this unique,alluring alien man. The ambassador of earth soon sitting on the edge of the pool,holding Blue’s silky hair as she pistoned and bobbed away on his manhood. Popping her mouth off,a web trail of saliva between them before she followed up by cupping her big azure tits. Spreading them and closing them between his cock,sandwiching thst pussy pleasing womb hammer with their silky plumpness. For someone who was literally a virgin who had read porno text books,Blue was more natural than a porn star. The alien gem woman biting her grinning,pouty lips,radiating glowing pink hearts,face a deep blue blush of eroticism as she began to pump and massage his cock with a titfuck. “How does it feel,mr.Krillin? Is this to your liking? You don’t seem or feel so tense anymore…” her sensual,husky voice spoke,before she soon began kissing,licking and sucking the tip and inches of his exposed dick poking through the valley of her cleavage. Tasting and drinking uo his flowing pre,as his pelvis bucked and jumped out of reflex,his shaft twitching and pulsing,balls rumbling as he was feeling close. How did it feel? Fanfuckingtastic to be honest,if this was diplomacy then you god peace would be assured!!

Of course it felt like an eternity of erotic heaven for the z fighter short king,as his cock pumped snd thrust into her cleavage. Her azure tits hotdogging and squeezing his shaft as she licked and sucked what went into her mouth. His rod twitching as he tilted his head back to groan,Blue’s eyes widening as she felt him erupt,her mouth flooding with his jizz as her tongue’s tastebuds became acquainted with his flavour. Spurts of hot,white baby batter spraying snd hosing down her throat as her unique biology absorbed and took in the delicious nutrients of this erotic protein. Before gothic diamond woman popped her mouth off,gasping and panting eith deep moans,in awe and amazed at his dick as it continued to go like a geyser. Sticky,salty cream raining on her aqua skinned face and tits as she witnessed and experienced a man’s orgasm. Her empathic wave of arousal increasing and spreading in the pool room to such degree and intensity that even the amethysts standing guard outside were sure to be feeling horny. “Aaahn..amazing mr.Krillin…so..this is your…your seed..yiur essence..” blue spoke with a husky tone in her melodic voice,as she cleaned off and licked up his seed. The taste addicting,as she gazed at the recovering Adonis,her newly discovered sex drive growing as she gazed at his nude form with growing appreciation and lust. “And your…cock is so still so hard….teach and show me more…You erotic beast from the stars…” Krillin once more couldn’t say no,not when Blue was getting more hornier than a porn star and her growing awareness of sexual tension was magnetic. it was only natural then that earth‘s ambassador continued in with giving Blue her hands on sexual education by returning the favour on foreplay,as he kissed and made out with the gothic diamond leader. Her hands exploring his compact muscular form that is when it wasn’t groping his cock and balls again. While his own massaged and caressed her all over,squeezing her tits,tweaking her nipples,massaging and slapping her asscheeks,making the twin pairs of sex meat jiggle and shake. Their tongues dancing together, exploring each other’s mouths as they swapped spit. Before blue knelt in her pool,waist deep as the walls echoed with her deepthroated moans of ecstasy as Krillin licked,kissed and sucked on her azure titties. one hand hand switching between playing with whatever tit his mouth wasn’t working on or smacking and squeezing her ass as the other was plunging int her pussy. Feeling her nectar even in the warm water below as he probed and prodded her azure netherlips,one to three fingers going knuckles deep as his thumb rubbed her clit. His horniness being enhanced by the power of her empathy as his cock stiffed further to a point he could hammer nails into solid concrete. Blue’s pearl leaning back against a wall for support as she was playing with herself at the sight of her diamond becoming such a sexual beast, aging she’d her dress,naked and both hands molesting her gushing wet pussy,making a growing puddl at her dainty feet. Before soon Blu laid and lied back on the edge of her pool,gazing upon her ambassador with lust an awe as he loomed over her. Hands spreading her long,toned legs,thick thighs held in his grasp as he aimed and rubbed the tip of his bitch pleasing pussy hammer against her gushing azure slit. Before soon it was going on right in,penetrsting her as while she wasn’t technically biologically and phsyically,ina typical sense a virgin,it was still a whole new first time for her.

Her eyes wide,glowing pink hearts forming in her diamond irises as inch after inch of this,in her mind,exotic alien cock entered her. Orgasms rocking her thicc,statuesque form before her compact Adonis lover was balls deep inside her. Her stomach swelling with a bulge showing off his length and girth. Waves of her empathic power coming off which had a natural chain reaction of motivating Krillin,making him start to buck and thrust his hips. Balls slapping her fat juicy ass as he pumped in and out of her pussy’s embrace,constricting and soaking his cock with her sloppy juices. Their passion growing and rising together as they shifted from missionary to locking lips in an animalistic kiss,tongues dancing as he held blue’s legs and pushed them back until her ankles were on either side of her head,her body in a mating press as he jackhammered her pussy fast,deep and hard. Blue and pink hearts radiating off of the diamond leader as she forgot her place as a high and might authority, reducing herself to a bitch in heat being claimed by this alpha male. how she loved and relished each and every second of this,the thrill and experience of sex and all it had to offer. Her alien lover a splendid teacher,not stopping drowning her in ecstasy as her beloved personal pool became their mating ground. The first time experiencing his cumming inside what would be in any other organic,her womb was mind numbing. An erotic nirvana but then she experienced anal sex? It was like her brain was rewriting itself,filling in any and all gaps with any and everything to do with sexual pleasure,as she couldn’t get enough of Krillin and his godly dick. In awe of his strength as she held onto him,arms and legs wrapped around his shortstack frame as he held her up in the air,bouncing her on his dick. Similar feats occurring with position shifts being held in a full nelson in the air,as he fucker her asshole,his strong arms wrapped around her legs as his balls smacked her clit and made her pussy juices rain into the pull water. To singing like an erotic song bird as she rode him in reverse an forward cowgirl,loving his hands on her ties and ass and how his eyes took in the sight of her a lightening,sweating erotic body. So into this primal mating at one point as she experienced doggy style for the first time,her tits swaying and bouncing like sensual pendulums as out of ou one she reached out to and grabbed her pearl,surprising the petite nude voyeur as she pressed her lips to her pussy and began to eat her out. Her pearl giving off her own deep moans as her diamond ambushed her,overwhelming her as blue‘s empathic aura caused her to fall towards Krillin and kiss him. Blue rolling with the sudden erotic momentum as she rolled onto her back,grabbing her pearl and making her lay atop her,spreading her legs as if presenting her from their visiting diplomat stud.

the petite servant girl was watching as he went with the impulse and trust into her,the poor thjng couldn’t only handle so much. His size,his intensity too much before she passed ot as they simultaneously came together. The petite cutie laid aside gently as blue and Krillin resumed their one on one. From laying on back on the floor,her head hanging off the edge of her pool as Krillin face fucked her to her delight to being fucked in her ass and pussy in the wealth of positions human mating had to offer. if blue had any favourites thus fsr,she had to say doggy and cowgirl were in her top 3 to 10. With any and every instance of him fucking her pussy,as she currently enjoyed her latest position of choice,sitting in his lap indian style their waist below the water as he pumped and thrust into her bouncing ass. Cock and pussy in erotic synchronized harmony,her tits running against his torso as they locked lips and made out. Blue feeling herself becoming more than just sexual,t addicted to this alien being,if anything especially going by the hearts in her eyes and radiating off of her aura,she was falling in love with the earth man. As human and gem made a pact of peace through the joys of sec,signifying peace through ecstasy. The universe securing safety and amnesty from the diamond coalition as Krillin and blue came together,not for the last time as they kept going for as long as their bodies would allow them. Which took some time as gems were stamina freaks and Krillin? He was a whole other beast for sure. When all was said and done,yellow and white diamond were quite perplexed and puzzled when blue and their visiting dilplomat finally cameb bAck o the public eye,the gothic woman glowing with such radiance as she declared negotiations were successful. As well as the fact that at least once every week or so,she and Krillin would go back and forth visiting one another’s home worlds to renew and seal the terms of their treaty of amnesty,her fellow diamonds puzzled as to why she seemed so giddy about thst,why her pearl was blushing so much and why the shirt earth man seemed so anxious. But theirs was not to reason why,as Krillin returned home to report the mission a success to the galactic patrol while a week later,18 woild find a massive arm shaped crystl ship landing on their front lawn, as blue diamond emerged,enquiring if Krillin was home. Suffice to say the blonde cyborg bombshell had a feeling her husband had worked his natural charm and she had a new best friend she was going to love gettin to know,as she let the blue woman in. After all,she and Krillin had “diplomacy” to discuss and relations to renew intimately. The things a man has to do for galactic peace with a tall blue gothic gem woman.