#resident alien inspired

[anonymous-tals]

I love Kate and Ben Hawthorne, I wish straight people were real.

[missrandomdreamer]

Cosmicandy Girl ✨ The Orion Experience

@twogoblinsstack mentioned this song reminded them of Hope and like holy shit!! The lyrics so match Hope!

“She’s got her head in the clouds Her high-heeled boots float ten feet off of the ground People stop and stare She hides her eyes behind long ultraviolet hair”

“Her boyfriend’s hair is made of stars Her girlfriend plays bass guitar in The Spiders from Mars “

Karl’s hair gives me major stardust vibes and Diana has the rock-star vibe as well

“ Rollerskating the rings of Jupiter Meditating in a mini-skirt “

And my girl roller-skates and wears the mini skirts its perfect! <3

The song is so perfect I love it, now I have to listen to the rest of the album :3

[twilightangel83]

Ok. Yep. I accept this. This is how it’s gonna be in my head now.

But let’s take it one step farther.

After Superman becomes a thing Smallville starts being a bit more…shall we say invested, in news from outside of town. Or at least from one specific big city. It starts with newspapers. Everyone and their mother now gets the Daily Planet delivered every day.

(Don’t ask how it gets to the local delivery boy every day. That’s not important).

They’re all a bit suspicious of this Lous Lane at first. Why does she keep needing rescuing? And why is she constantly writing about their sweet Kent boy?

That lasts all the way up until Clark starts to bring home his girlfriend/fiancé to meet people. They’re still not 100% sold on her of course, she’s still an Outsider, and a reporter at that. But she seems sweet enough. And it’s clear Clark is smitten.

Then the Justice League is formed. And if the residents of Smallville all start getting televisions with channels showing the more….international news (but only watch it when it involves the League). Well. That’s no one’s business but their own.

And while the residents of Smallville would never talk about it (outside of with each other of course) they are a bit…suspicious when the well known billionaire Bruce Wayne comes to visit their town. Especially when he doesn’t act like what they’ve seen in the news (Bruce is carefully in his Bruce persona, not Brucie. Or at least a mix thereof. He doesn’t want to insult Clark’s family after all).

They have even more questions when his kids (Damian and Tim) come to visit young Conner and Jon as the years go by.

And if they put two and two together by how close the respective supers are with their bats well…..no they didn’t.

(Am I saying that the population of Smallville might have at least some idea of who the bats are, but are keeping their collective mouths shut? Why yes. Yes I am. At least in worlds where Clark, Conner, and Jon learn who the bats are and bring them to visit).

Starting to think a cooler headcanon for Clark’s upbringing might just be that the entire town of Smallville collectively decided to just go with it and accept that Martha and John's kid has superpowers, but we don't talk about it.

Someone's tractor gets stuck and nothing can get it out? "Be a dear and run down to the Kents, would you? Ask for Clark?"

"Why Clark, we need a machine--"

"Run along now."

Or if he kicks too hard and the football vanishes into the upper stratosphere, no it didn't, we all collectively saw it land over there *vague hand movements*

[theorginalcryptidfilth]

My Brain today:

Man there really is something humbling but oddly inspiring about being on a stream with over 1000 people or like even just 20. Like man, I’m here with 40-4000 eyeballs looking at a screen (give or take) and we are all breathing, doing things, listening to a creature making mouth noises but man picture being in a room with than many other people. Could you imagine the smells of their stench and the sound of their mouth breathing as they watch one lone person play a video game on a tv. Definitely puts things into prospective. I mean like we are so small and imagine being that person just sitting there playing the game!

Also my brain:

haha purdy alien.

Give me snacks

ooooh space.

I wish I had a blob to smack around.

I wonder how bad that game must smell.

Haha that dinosaur died by getting shot up the ass.

My foot is itchy

[loveemagicpeace]

Neptune the planet of the ocean

Neptune in 1st house- this position produces a tendency towards selflessness and spirituality. Person here has the power to feel the finest states and changes in the world. The individual is emotional and sensitive. These people have strong intuition, they feel things before they happen. They can judge people and situations very well. It brings a strong talent and orientation to the subconscious mind. Strengthens feelings, dreams, hopes. Love is very idealistic. This position also strengthens the love of art: dance, music. They are inclined to travel to distant places.

Neptune in 2nd house- the individual gains a lot from institutions like hospitals, secret services, institutions, mysticism and spiritualism. The individual may be involved in deception or intrigue. The individual can be capricious but has strong creativity. Many books claim that it activates the memory part of the soul and makes you crave alcohol.

Neptune in the 3rd house-created mind with a desire to explore. Produces unusual sensations or experiences. Journeys can be religious or spiritual. This position tends to make a person change their name (due to circumstances). It can be an indication of a disturbed personality, hallucinating. It can mean a lack of clarity of character. It shows the ability to get others to agree. It shows a love for nature. Memory can be weak.

Neptune in 4th house- this position represents changes of residence and many travels. The individual is prone to strange and unusual circumstances at home. May feel very alienated from home. If Neptune is poorly aspected, you should be careful when filling up gas at home. It can mean disappointments and patience. Melancholy and hypochondria may develop. There is a sense of spiritual connection.

Neptune in 5th house -people have great enthusiasm for desires, great love for beauty. Good acting ability here. People can be prone to self-praise and overspending. It produces a strange experience in relation to romancoin sexuality. Success is usually good in areas such as (shipping, travel). If it is poorly aspected, it means problems, confusion, loss, deception in love.

Neptune in 6th house- can show problems at work, with employment, bosses. There can be problems due to employees. Neptune also brings a desire for withdrawal, solitude. In a favorable position, it gives the ability of psychometry. It also indicates that a person can get fatal love. Neptune can cause problems here due to narcotics. People with Neptune here should be careful of food that comes from people who are sick, unspiritual, or have bad vibes. They can only eat the purest food. The benefit comes from vegetarianism. People can take an interest in healing others. Psychologically, they know how to find faults.

Neptune in the 7th house - people with this position usually meet people who have various problems. Many people can come to them for help. They can be scandals due to marriages, relationships, jealousy or deception. It often means two engagements or marriages. The person has a strong perceptive nature. It brings more platonic than sexual love. A problem with the sense of reality can bring disappointments.

Neptune in the 8th house is an indicator of interest in medicine, healthcare. It represents strong psychic, astral or dream experiences. People often dream of very interesting and profound things. The desire for the unknown and mysterious is great. But it can also bring nightmares, strange and negative emotions. Neptune in this house also indicates death by water from chemicals, drugs, poisons or anesthetics. Death can often be mysterious. A good position shows a good sense of others. There can be scams with inheritance.

Neptune in 9th house-shows exploration of life. A person wants to achieve higher knowledge. Neptune here brings clairvoyance, a psychically inspired disposition, strange dreams and astral experiences. The individual has a desire to study and research spiritualism, psychic phenomena and higher psychological forces. It brings dreams and exaggerated imagination. It can also bring disputes between relatives.

Neptune in the 10th house - the individual can be very spiritual in nature, able to experience a high position in society. Sometimes it means that the life of one of the parents is threatened at a young age. It symbolizes professions that are secret, work undercover, secrecy.

Neptune in the 11th house position creates a person who has noble goals and desires. Friends are inclined to the mystical occult. It brings benefits from the mystical, psychic and musical realms. An individual may have losses due to others. These are usually drunkards, eccentrics. It can also bring unfavorable relationships and friendships. People who deceive him are false friends.

Neptune in 12th house- shows that the individual has a strong influence on his subconscious and things that are more mystical. The individual may succeed in the field of research and psychic matters. It can also be used in laboratories, in detective work. The individual is reserved and loves art. Inner psychic life. It is open to external influences and the personality can be pessimistic. This position also indicates drug addiction. it can bring deception, intrigue, sadness and failure if it is poorly aspected. The individual has strange, vague premonitions.

Aspects of Neptune: Neptune symbolizes the need for art and the immaterial, limitless, mystical and spiritual. Aspects with them are usually mystical, spiritual, dreamy.

Neptune & Sun aspects- it causes an inclination towards a mystical life and a desire to experience inner consciousness. This aspect activates the imagination, enthusiasm, and makes receptive to various impressions - internal and external. However, it can cause excessive imagination, lack of clarity and the need for stimulants and alcohol.

Neptune & Moon aspects-can display great emotional imagination and depth. Love of dancing, singing and theatre. But it can also show emotions that are critical and not clear. The individual is prone to negative thinking and low vibrations.

Neptune & Mercury aspects-tends towards a mystical way of thinking, poetic expression and emotional words. The mind is gentle and communicative. The individual likes the sea. On the other hand, it can make a personality that lives in self-deception, it is off-putting.

Neptune & Venus aspects - make a personality that is gentle, kind and compassionate. People can be devoted to love and dream a lot about their partner. On the other hand, people can aspire to high ideals. They don't feel safe and many times think about cheating. Many times they can be frustrated.

Neptune & Mars aspects- they are prone to deep emotions and strong feelings. Many times these people can overlook the lives of others. The individual has the power of clairvoyance. On the other hand, there is a danger of chemicals, gases. Problems can be caused by negative imaginations such as fears, obsessions, evil.

Neptune & Jupiter aspects-it produces a personality that is philanthropic and spiritual. People are compassionate and humanitarian and often follow their own path and journey. Accrues mystical and spiritual abilities. But it can cause confusion about religious matters. A personality that is prone to less extroversion and strong feelings

Neptune & Saturn aspects-People may be inclined to seek their own spiritual path. It often indicates a personality with strong organizational skills. Saturn is the planet of discipline, order, responsibility, seriousness, maturity and reality. While Neptune is prone to dreaminess, addiction, emotionality, floating to another world, escape. Saturn looks at the world realistically, while Neptune looks conceited and likes to live in a fairy tale. Life is an illusion. Life has no boundaries. A person with this position wants to see the world completely differently than it is. Dynamic aspects can involve a lot of addiction and overdoing everything you do. Harmonious aspects symbolize a person who practices yoga, meditation, spirituality and knows how to calm his body and mind. It's good for the soul. Aspects that are in conjunction create burdens and inconsistencies depending on which planet is more dominant. If Saturn is dominant then the person can be very serious, if Neptune then the person can be too mystical, dreamy.

Neptune & Uranus aspects-with this aspect, the individual has a tendency towards new religions, towards psychic phenomena. He may have his own belief in something and a more unique approach to things.

Neptune & Pluto aspects - produces a high degree of sensitivity, both mental and spiritual in nature. This is a symbol of clairvoyance. The soul is often connected with a deep love for art, mysticism, depth, the ocean, hidden things. But it can also produce confusion and chaos, life can be full of flashbacks

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[0o-junebug-o0]

Pretty Girl

summary: you have spencer try on a skirt, but neither of you expected to enjoy it this much.

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, kink discovery, feminization, spencer in a skirt, use of good girl, use of princess, handjobs, cumming in pants, completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), kink discussion at the end

wordcount: 1k

a/n: this is inspired by the fic "FBI's resident pretty girl" by stainlesssteel on ao3, it gave me feminized spencer brain worms so y'all should check it out.

“Would you be willing to try on a skirt?”

Spencer stops reading and looks over at you from across the couch, surprised. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“You don’t have to, of course,” you continue. “I just— I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think you’d look really good.”

You can practically see the gears turning in Spencer’s head.

“Really?” he asks softly.

You nod. “I, um, I bought one that would fit you the other day on a whim. But you really don’t have to. I can always return it.”

He closes his book and sets it aside. “No,” he says softly, nervously. “I’ll try it on.”

You beam at him and practically leap off the couch, holding out your hand to help Spencer up. He hasn’t needed his cane in a few months now, but helping him stand has become a habit. “Wonderful! Come on, sweet boy, it’s in the bedroom.” 

Spencer flushes and takes your hand, letting you pull him off the couch. He lets you lead him to your shared bedroom and park him in the middle of the room. “Stay there,” you say excitedly, patting him on the chest, “I’ll be right back.”

You scamper over to the closet and pull a high-waisted, pleated, white and gray plaid skirt off of a back hanger. You spin around and hold the skirt out in front of you with a smile as you walk back over to Spencer. You hand it to him, and he examines the skirt like it’s some sort of alien artifact.

“Pants off!” you say cheerfully.

Spencer flushes again and drapes the skirt over his arm to undo his belt and push his slacks off his hips. They fall to his ankles, leaving him just in his black boxer briefs, and he awkwardly climbs out of the pants, kicking them aside with a mismatched socked foot. Spencer nervously steps into the skirt and slowly pulls it up his legs. The skirt settles just over his hips and falls to a bit below his mid-thigh. You stare at him in awe. He looks gorgeous.

Spencer’s face is impossibly red when you look back up at him, and he wrings his hands together over his stomach. You reach up, tangling your hand in his hair, and pull him in for a quick kiss. “You look amazing, Spencer,” you say when you pull away. “You look like such a pretty girl!”

Spencer’s breath hitches and his eyes blow wide.

Oh, that’s new. And really fucking hot.

You smirk at him. “You like that, baby? You like it when I call you a pretty girl?” you ask teasingly, stepping closer to him.

Spencer’s gaze drops for a moment, embarrassed, but he nods desperately. 

“Yeah?” you coo. “You wanna be my pretty girl?” He looks back up at you and nods slightly. You’re so turned on your whole body feels like it’s burning up.

“Words, sweetheart.” You run your hands over his chest and down to the waistline of his skirt, rubbing your thumbs over his hips in the way you know drives him crazy.

“Y-yes,” he whispers.

You smile. “Good girl,” you purr.

Spencer whimpers at the praise, and you slip your hand down the front of his skirt and into his underwear, suddenly feeling very glad that you bought a skirt with an elastic waist. Spencer gasps as you wrap your hand around his cock and curls forward to press his head into your neck as you begin to stroke him. He pants and whines, weakly thrusting into your hand and digging his fingers desperately into your hips, unable to control himself.

“Aww, look at you,” you tease, sliding your free hand into his hair. “Pretty girl in a pretty skirt, with such pretty, long hair.” You tug lightly and Spencer whines. “You’re practically a princess.”

Spencer’s hips buck forward desperately. 

“You like being my princess, sweet girl?” you ask.

Spencer nods frantically, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against your neck that make you groan. His grip on your hips tightens and he’s clinging to you like a lifeline.

He gasps your name weakly. 

“Aww, baby, are you close already?” you ask, feigning disapproval. 

Spencer whimpers and nods again, thrusting wantonly into your hand. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, princess?”

Spencer continues to nod, his moans rapidly rising in pitch as he gets closer and closer.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

With a weak cry of your name, Spencer cums hard all over your hand and his boxers. You stroke him through it until he’s trembling and whining, barely able to hold himself up. 

You carefully remove your hand, wiping it clean on your pants, and guide him backward onto the bed. You climb up next to him, holding him gently and pressing kisses to the top of his head. Spencer hums contentedly. “Do you want me to—“ he starts.

You shake your head and cup his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m alright, sweetheart. This was about you. Did you have fun?”

Spencer nods. “I-I didn’t expect that,” he says softly.

“Yeah? You didn’t know you wanted to be my good girl?” you ask. Spencer whines and buries his head in your neck out of embarrassment. You chuckle lightly and run your hand through his hair soothingly. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I really liked it, too.”

Spencer pulls back to look you in the eye. “Really?”

You nod. “Of course,” you reassure. “It was really fucking hot. You look amazing in that skirt, and I loved taking care of my pretty girl.”

Spencer blushes. “C-can we do this again sometime?” he asks nervously. “Not always. I still like being your good boy, probably most of the time. But every once in a while, can I be your good girl again?”

Excitement burns in your chest. You smile and kiss him hard, making Spencer gasp against your lips. “Of course, baby. We can do this whenever you want. Now, c’mon, let’s get you a bath and into something clean.”

_____

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[darksilvania]

LEUCEPHONE [Leucos (White in greek) + Persephone] Fairy/Psychic The Fallen Star Pokemon Abilities: Bioluminescent* - Dazzling (HA) Dex: "It is believed this pokemon fell from the sky in a wishing star long ago, crashing into the ocean where it now resides. It can produce and manipulate light at will, making it as soft as a nightlight or as intense as a Star, it can even produce light waves not visible by the human eye." Moveset: -Brightest Light: >Fairy Type / Pwr 130 / Acc 90 / PP 5 "The user strikes its opponent with a flash of intense blinding light" >Dark and Ghost type moves cant be used after this move -Dazzling Gleam -Lumina Crash -Moonlight

*This pokemon light-based moves become fairy-type and get a power boost

MELANADES [Melanos (Black in greek) + Hades] Dark/Psychic The Abyssal Pokemon Abilities: Light Absortion** - Pressure (HA) Dex: "It is believed this pokemon came from the stars centuries ago and made its home in the deep ocean, as it resembles outer space. The glowing orb on the tip of its lure can produce light to navigate in the abyss, but it can also absorb any light around it, creating an intense darkness akin to the void of space." Moveset: -Deepest Dark: >Dark type / Pwr 130 / Acc 90 / PP 5 "The user strikes its opponent with a wave of opressive darkness" >The opponent can use light based moves after being hit by this move -Psyshock -Dark Pulse -Gravity

**This pokemon absorbs any light based move and increase its Sp. Attack

Light based moves:

Aurora Beam

Aurora Veil

Brightest Light

Dazzling Gleam

Doom Desire

Flash

Flash Cannon

Hyper Beam

Judgement

Light of Ruin

Light Screen

Light that burns the sky

Lumina Crash

Luster Purge

Meteor Beam

Moonblast

Moonlight

Morning Sun

Photon Geyser

Power Gem

Prismatic Laser

Reflect

Signal Beam

Solar Beam

Solar Blade

Spotlight

Tail glow

Technoblast

Twin Beam

After you have captured one of each Underground Lake Pokemon and take them to the research center, you will be able to go looking for this 2, a couple of alien pokemon who now live deep under the sea

LEUCEPHONE is based on Barreleyes (Macropinna)

MELANADES is based on Black Seadevils (Melanocetus)

Their names are a reference to Persephone and Hades, gods of the underworld in greek mythology

They are also inspired by USOs (Unidentified Submerged Objects) and deep sea aliens

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Batfam x GN!Bat!Reader.

Summary: Bruce had another kid in Arkham asylum that nobody knows about.

Warnings: Murder, Arkham asylum, Reader can see the dead, Bruce being a bad father, hallucinations, delusions

Yes, I know that a psychiatric visit wouldn't go like this, I also know that hallucinations don't normally work like this, but it's a fictional world with a bat inspired vigilante, use your imagination.

Part one

~☆~

"Bruce, what the fuck!" Tim had yelled as he ran into the Manor.

Dick had abandoned the thought of taking Damian and going to get both Tim and Jason. Even if they showed up at the asylum with proof that they were your adoptive siblings and half sibling, they would still have a slim chance of getting to meet you.

"Calm down, Matster Timothy.." Alfred had tried his best to make the tension die down. He himself only knew of you from the brief explanation Bruce gave him five years ago.

"Calm down?!"

"Listen, I mean I could go in there with my badge and get to at least meet them." Dick proposed, searching his brain for a way to meet you.

"Yeah, we all could with our reputations." Jason made himself known by talking about their vigilante personas. He was weirdly calm throughout this entire thing. "Why have you never mentioned them?" Oh, now they could see it. He was acting... he's seething.

"I-" Bruce thought of something to say. "When they were fourteen, their mother was murdered. I was asked to survey the scene, and they had told me about how they weren't even there-"

"Where is this going, father?" Damian interrupted.

"And then we looked inside one of M/N's journals. Y/N has a history of delusions that they fully believe."

"So you shut them out because of that?" Tim asked, genuinely trying to grasp ahold of what was going on.

"I know that they wouldn't want me in their life, M/N didn't, so why would Y/N?" Bruce sighed.

Jason opened his mouth to speak but was beat by Dick speaking first. "We're going up there. We are going to meet them!"

×

"So you're Y/N's family." Dr. Conley spoke. "Bruce Wayne... I would not have called that."

"Can we see Y/N or not?" Damian asked, boredom evident on his face.

Dr. Conley took in a breath before setting a file on the table in front of herself. "Y/N is plagued by hallucinatory delusions. They believe that they can see the dead."

"Can they? I mean, we have aliens roaming around." It was Dicks turn to speak.

"No, they can't. They claim that two of the "people" they see are named Alice and Mathew, old residents of the asylum." Dr. Conley sighed. "We've never had any residents named Alice and Mathew Hallows."

"Are those her friends?" Tim asked.

"Yes."

×

"Y/N, you have some visitors." Dr. Conley told you, a small smile tugging at her dark skin.

You got up from where you sat, silently gesturing both Alice and Mathew to follow you. Dr. Conley guided you out of the main building and into a sanctuary that you had never been in.

"I'm still in isolation." You told her, afraid that you would get in trouble for being out of your room.

"We've made an exception." She smiled again, now opening up a door for you. As you walked in, you immediately noticed the one face you hoped you'd never see. Bruce Wayne.

And his little ducklings all sitting with him.

Dr. Conley pulled out a chair for you to sit in, but you never noticed that. All you could focus on was Bruce avoiding eye contact.

"Y/N." She snapped you out of your daze, finally letting you sit down. All seven of you sat awkwardly, not muttering a single thing. The boys just gave you small smiles.

Just as Dick was about to say something you spoke.

"You think I killed her, don't you?"

The room remained silent, offering Bruce's avoidance on a silver plater. "I would never, I loved her."

"You don't know what it was like out there, I was hungry, and so was she...I was getting us food-" You cut yourself off as you began shouting. "and when I came back, she was....dead."

Tears had started to unwillingly fall from your eyes, something that Bruce noticed as he finally looked up at you. "And I'm not crazy." You whispered.

You noticed the weary looks that everyone around the room shared. "What?" You asked.

When none of them answered you turned to look at Dr. Conley, taking notice of her frown.

"Y/N.." She whispered, "There are no records of an Alice and Mathew Hallows."

"What?" You laughed.

"We've looked at computer documents and paper documents... they just aren't real."

You looked at everybody in the room, hoping to find a smile on one of their faces, signifying that this was all a joke.

You whipped your body around to face Alice and Mathew. The young man, whom you've grown to know very well, only looked at you with a sorry look, and Alice stared at Dr. Conley with wide eyes.

This couldn't be real. She was lying.

You quickly turned to look at Dr. Conley, before going back to look at Alice and Mathew. This time, Mathew was nowhere to be seen, seemingly having turned to air.

"Y/N, no, she's lying, I'm real!" Alice yelled, grabbing at her face to convince herself.

"I know, I know!" You tried to make her feel better, but the hysteria under your skin started to break free.

"No, I'm real!" She was crying now. "I'm real!"

You turned to look at everyone in the room, about to ask them for help, only to stop yourself when you noticed their wide eyes. You heard Alice's cries die down but never turned to face her again. You were sitting there just staring at the people around the room.

When you came back to your senses you tried to mutter out, "We need to he-" you paused, "-lp her?"

Alice was gone.

~☆~

I know that people wanted a "holy shit you can see the dead" reaction, but I strive to suprise.

Also, I think I'm going to post a follow-up of this fic, just to see how Y/N's dealing with it and how their relationship with the batbros turns out.

I have another two part Asylum!bat!Reader in the works if you're interested.

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[revelboo]

you producing first so quickly has me inspired to start writing again

That’s awesome! Writing is an escape for me. It can feel like work sometimes, but these are just for fun and I missed writing things that didn’t need to be perfect or meticulously planned out

My Favorite Accident Pt 3

TFP Knockout x Reader

• Slowly following at a distance, he can’t understand why you wouldn’t just let him permanently take care of the problem, namely that other human who’d dared lay hands on you. And because that man’s still alive, he’s had to tail you to make sure you get home safely. While he doubts the man will go anywhere near you after a run in with him, it still bothers him. That uncertainty that something might happen to you if he’s not there as he keeps remembering the fear in your eyes. Realizing that you’re not as tough as you act. No one gets to frighten you like that, except maybe him.

• Pulling into the apartment complex, you press your head back against the headrest. Your nerves finally catching up to you during the drive, leaving your hands faintly trembling at what might have happened. At what likely would have happened if not for Knockout. And maybe he’s right and you should have let him take care of Ricky, but siccing your big, alien racing buddy on that idiot didn’t exactly sit well with you. And there’s that baffling, snarling protectiveness of Knockout’s to figure out, too. He’d been furious, more than ready to stomp the guy just for touching you. Like having your own giant, psychotically violent bodyguard.

• This is where you live? Headlights dimmed, his engine snarls. While he doesn’t claim to know much about human dwellings, this building looks like it’s seen better days. Actually, it looks like burning it down would be doing you a favor. Especially when he sees the other residents lingering outside watching you. Absolutely not. Shifting on his tires, he watches you park and get out, lifting a hand in greeting to the group hanging out. But also reaching back to where you keep that pitiful little knife. That unconscious gesture rubbing him the wrong way and driving home that this place isn’t safe for you and you know it.

• A few more race wins and you’ll have enough for a down payment on a better apartment. Letting yourself inside, there’s time to shower and change, then you’re falling into bed. Too aware that your little extra rendezvous with Knockout have cut your sleep time to five hours, then it’s up for your day job. Every penny you can get going toward getting out of here. Because what would that be like? To not be scared all the time, shuddering as the guys hanging out in the front start yelling at each other and you pull a pillow over your head. Eventually someone calls the cops on them as another unit gets off third shift and cranks rock and roll to rattle your windows.

• He knows he’s been gone too long from the Nemesis, that he’s going to be missed, but hates leaving you here in this pit forsaken cesspool you apparently call home. It bothers him enough he stays the night, watching the drama unfolding right outside your door and getting angrier and angrier, because this is unacceptable. And he’s going to have to do something about it.

Previous

[pen-and-umbra]

So far, Episode 2 has been quite intriguing. The following is a stream of consciousness with some preliminary theories.

The wisp-things are extremely suspicious. At first glance, they appear to be linked to Masamune the Swordsmith (who kind of resembles a wraith or another type of undead?), but in fact they are Jenova-coded, with those distinctive purple/magenta hue visuals. 

Consequently, Sephiroth's "dream" sequence seems to be induced, similar to Angeal's. The telling purple/magenta vignette around the edges implies Jenova's influence.

Then there's Alissa, who resembles Lucrecia and makes the strangely accurate assumption that she reminds Sephiroth of his mother.

So, what do we have so far? We have an anomalous, off-limits zone that the locals avoid. No one knows how the village was destroyed. We have a legendary swordsmith, whose life-force (?) appears to be maintained by unknown means. We got some classic Jenova effects, purple visuals, and possibly induced lucid dreams or hallucinations. And we have a mysterious carnage survivor who resembles Sephiroth's mother.

My supposition is that there's a remnant of Jenova residing in Igara Forbidden Zone. I previously explored some unusual possibilities derived from the Temple of Ancients narration in FFVIIRebirth, where the Cetra mentioned their celestial adversary's "scattered malignancy". [Link] Unless the message is to be interpreted as prophetic, referencing ShinRA age experiments, it implies that Jenova's biologics were already “scattered” during Cetra's time.

What if the Igara Forbidden Zone ended up sitting atop a sealed deposit of Jenova's biological matter from the Cetran War?

The ground is depicted as having cracks, with some kind of purple substance visible beneath. Furthermore, Angeal observes that the soil is as fine as ash but glitters — and remarkably fresh Jenova's blood or goo has been shown to glitter in the ShinRA headquarters.

So perhaps at some point in time, the residents discover the sealed organic traces. Someone like a swordsmith would be closely dealing with matters of mining ore, so there's a chance of mining taking place in the vicinity. The mining process may have unearthed biological remains that had been buried for eons. Alternatively, there could have been ancient Cetran ruins nearby—perhaps an entombment site—that were intended to seal off alien matter. The opening sequence does feature what appears to be an abandoned Petra-inspired temple carved into the rock.

Although it has strong Wutaian ornamental motifs, it could be a repurposed Cetran site, so the idea stands. 

Masamune's lifespan, if he is a living being, appears to be much longer than that of a normal human, or so his speech about finding a wielder for his masterwork implies. Lucrecia's situation immediately comes to mind, as the compilation states that Jenova cells prevent her from dying, thereby extending her life. While this is an unlikely scenario, Masamune appears to be bound and unable to rest until his sword is passed on.

In this case, it is almost implied that the sword possesses its own power. Could this be a cursed masterpiece? Could Jenova's remnant essence from the ancient war have been mixed in during Masamune's forging process? After all, during the battle, the swordsmith does display those Jenova-esque visual effects.

Another peculiar and somewhat ominous link between Jenova and Sephiroth's weapon can be seen in his dream/hallucination sequence. Jenova-Lucrecia gives Sephiroth a "charm" to wrap around his sword, promising to "always be with him".

Granted, it could be a manifestation of his deepest desires (such as wanting to eat pumpkin soup again), but the purplish Jenova-esque vignette at the edges of his vision lends the scene a sinister feel. What if her power is actually imbued in the weapon Sephiroth carries? In that way, her shadow is always present beside him. 

The act of wielding Masamune is presented as some type of a tipping point in the opening sequence as well. During the intro Alissa mentions that she feels like the world will change once Sephiroth takes up the sword. The notion is further implicitly corroborated by Bachman, who stated the "course of history was altered forever".

Speaking of Alissa, according to FFVII Rebirth, Jenova can "peer into one's soul" and transform into those they hate, fear, or love. With this in mind, Alissa's resemblance to Lucrecia is extremely suspicious and raises numerous questions. Is she real, or a hallucination? It's telling that her face isn't revealed until the party comes into contact with suspicious purple wisps (which allegedly manifest as Masamune battle).

For all we know, if Jenova’s presence is there — if her power is unchained and lingers — then Alissa's might look completely different for Angeal, as her appearance is being specifically tailored to the beholder. It's also worth noting that the opening sequence features frequent flashes of Alissa surrounded by purple wisps and glitching.

To continue this line of thought, is it really coincidental that Bachman is carrying a camera, a device that captures unbiased visuals? Is it really an accident that Bachman is later portrayed as a mumbling, disorganized mess, despite the fact that he ostensibly never participated in the SOLDIER program? It's almost as if someone didn't want him to reveal his findings.

Written by @pen-and-umbra

[basilf1res]

Memento Mori - DPxDC

What was beyond death. Was there anything at all? Was there nothing?

That was what he always wondered.

When Clark was a child, he looked up to his fictional hero: Danny Phantom. A half-dead guy in a comic book series that led to the most bisexual awakenings in the century.

Clark liked to go back and reread the comic books from Issue #1 (they were fairly short, but all parts of an “episode”, almost like those ads on shows, but the wait time was every two weeks). He tended to read them all in one sitting, and yet oddly enough, never disturbed as he murmured the made-up summoning spell under his breath.

He could’ve sworn he had been going through them for over an hour and not twenty minutes.

It was Phantom who inspired him to continue being Superman in his darkest moments. He also considered himself physical proof that Danny’s palette swap was enough to hide his identity.

The glasses ARE enough.

When Clark found out he had a clone, he was ecstatic to be able to teach Conner anything everything, to answer any questions his little brother had.

Danielle “Dani” Phantom and her awaited return in “Issue #46 D-stabilized” caused him to become a mama bear to Conner out of the fear he would melt within a few weeks. But it wasn’t like anyone at the Watchtower had to know that small detail.

Getting married to Lois was the best day of his life, the day of Jon’s birth also fighting for that first place spot in his mind.

He had a clone brother, a wonderful wife, a beautiful son, and an amazing group of friends that work together to protect the planet he calls home.

But everything started to fall apart when a protest against metas took it too far, Jon’s powers started to develop and he was seen accidentally tripping, falling, and catching himself by hovering a few inches above the pavement.

Jon said he considered himself lucky nothing scarred. He laughed everything off when it came to the topic.

But it shook Clark, Lois, and Conner to the core.

Memento mori.

It reminded Superman that despite his impenetrable skin, Death can come at any moment. Even for him.

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When Danny was a little boy, he dreamt of reaching the stars, he wanted to be able to touch the moon, explore Mars, and roam the galaxy he resides in and beyond.

He read these comic books of a league of heroes, a team with space cops, super powered humans, a man dressed in a bat suit that was more effective at capturing rogues and villains than some of the powered members, aliens, and so much more.

He flipped through the weekly published comics, learning to read better than most at a young age. He had two favorites, Superman and Martian Manhunter.

Danny wanted to explore the stars like his heroes. He wanted to be able to fight as well as the big Bat. He wanted superpowers. He wanted to help people. He wanted to fight his own set of supervillains. He wanted to be able to succeed and be loved.

Oh how he got everything he wanted but the last.

Tucker and Sam were the only reason he hadn’t broken yet, the reason he was still standing.

The anti-ecto acts, the GIW, Vlad, Pariah Dark, and his- Jack and Maddie’s sadistic comments about ghosts were the last straw.

The hero always wins… they don’t die to the evil they want to stop… right..?

Right..?

…

The sound of a scraping scalpel, the buzz of the lights, and the squeals of pleasure - as his ghostly heart was found again and again and prodded again and again - filled his ears for an unknown length of time.

His cries for help were never answered until a summoning pulled at his core, it was a personal calling, someone had managed to find his calling card.

The tears of relief stung his eyes as the dissection table with his body strapped down to it was sucked into a summons portal.

He was spat out in front of kids, most likely teenagers, due to the shrieks of horror and surprise.

Oh… oh how he prayed to the Ancients that he’d live to see another day as a tears slipped out of his eyes.

Memento mori.

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Jon found out about his comic book collection and wanted to show Damian.

Clark hummed as he typed up an official report on a rogue attack to send to the Watchtower.

His blood ran cold when he heard his son scream from over in Gotham.

[girlsdads]

snippet of resident alien inspired maxiel au bc i’m too excited about this concept 😁

“Your serial killer is back.” Scotty flicks him on the nape of the neck as he scoots past Daniel’s chair in the cramped office they use as a break room.

Daniel’s head shoots up from where he’s been idly flipping through a dusty copy of People magazine from 2007. He rubs the back of his neck for plausible deniability, though Scotty’s smug expression tells him it’s a wasted effort.

“Not a serial killer,” he grumbles, ripping a piece off his turkey and mustard sandwich and turning his attention back to Worst Beach Bodies!.

In his peripheral vision he can see Scotty leaning against a stack of cardboard boxes with his arms crossed. “I saw him looking at hammers again.”

“We’re a hardware store. We sell hammers.”

“He buys a new hammer every week. Every week, DR. That’s not something normal people need weekly!”

Which—okay, that’s fucking weird, Daniel will admit, but he’s not in the habit of thinking too hard about what anyone’s taking home with them. They have a regular customer who only ever buys zip ties and duct tape and once, a large saw—Scotty has never called him a serial killer.

[earthmoonz]

WIFEY. | EPISODE NINE (9.10)

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Tillman estate had once been social housing, but due to shoddy upkeep and the local council going bankrupt, it fell into disrepair, making it uninhabitable for those who needed it most. What had once housed a lively and close-knit community, now felt haunted by the ghost of its former residents, a monument to the often-failed working class. In truth, it was alien to Lena. Her childhood was one of idyllic suburbia, where things seemed too good to be true and often were. In another life, this glimpse into her father’s upbringing may have inspired sympathy or at least added some context to the way he was. Instead, it filled Lena with a familiar dread, the kind typically expressed by horror protagonists opening a door you know seals their fate.

(transcript below)

[lena looks both ways before forcing the door open]

[The flat is largely empty, save for one room. Inside is a corkboard with a map, scraps of documents and a phone number for a MR S. A FIGURE APPEARS BEHIND LENA, A GUN COCKS.]

[LENA SLOWLY TURNS AROUND, TO FACE DIMITRI]

(DIMITRY): You shouldn’t be here.

(LENA): Dimitry…don’t do something you’ll regret.

(DIMITRY): The fuck are y-

[LENA’S ON HIM LIKE A FLASH, SHE QUICKLY DISARMS HIM AND TURNS THE TABLES.]

(LENA): If you’re gonna pull a gun on me, pull the fucking trigger. [SHE KNOCKS HIM OUT]

[shadeysprings]

OxyTOXIN

—Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Summary — What do you do when Lloyd finally shows you a glimpse of hell?

Warnings — unprotected P in the V, hand on the neck, gun play?? Lloyd being scary. Please proceed with caution because this is dark.

A/N — I saw the Resident Evil series last night and they played BE's Oxytocin on the first episode and you can say that that song served as an inspiration for this piece. It's my first time writing Lloyd so I ask for kindness.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

With your hands gripping tightly on his arms, you grit your teeth and arch your back against the bed when Lloyd finally sinks into you, completely sheathing himself to the base of his length. His lustrous groans mix with the moans that slip past your lips and your pussy walls clench around him possessively, desperately.

He’s been gone for a while—work, he said—and you missed him terribly that as soon as he entered the door, looking perfect as always in the black polo shirt and white jeans, you couldn’t help but pounce at him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist, lips devouring each other that you both wasted no time to go up to the bedroom and catch up on the days you were apart.

Slowly, he pulls back, your cunt clenching in his absence. But a gasp then leaves your lips, the air knocking out from your lungs when he suddenly thrusts back in and begins fucking you at a fast pace, his strength having you jolt against the bed that rocks with each of his movements. 

His thick fingers grab onto your waist, the zipper of his pants rubbing on the back of your thighs raw as he pulls you back against him, impaling you further unto his cock that you feel throbbing deep inside of you. It’s unlike what he’s done before—-the roughness being a new feat and one that startles you and makes your heart race. 

He has always been gentle, always sweet, and worshiping. But he feels alien, like a new man has taken over his skin and you feel a small sense of panic when you see his blue eyes grow dark, blown wide with lust and the hair on his lip twitching when his mouth curves into a mischievous smirk. 

A gasp once more escapes you when he presses his thumb against your clit, rolling the swollen bud through the fabric of your panties which only adds to the pleasurable sensation that begins to rise up in your body. 

“That’s it, baby,” Lloyd grunts, a series of mewls and whines echoing through the room when he begins slapping his hand against your cunt. “You’re gonna come for me aren’t you? Gonna give me what’s mine?” There’s a grit in his voice that puts you on edge but the ecstatic sensation that washes over you overpowers your senses that such thoughts slip your mind, focusing solely on Lloyd and giving him what he wants. 

“Y—yes,” you whine and bite down on your lip when he quickened his pace further, his cock ramming into harder, rougher, that your back arches when he pokes against that sweet spot buried within your core. 

You’re panting hard, eyes shut tight as your body grows hot and your heart pounds heavily in your chest. You feel your spine shiver and the pit of your stomach tighten. But panic suddenly surges in you when Lloyd wraps his hand around your neck, making you grab onto his wrist when his fingers squeeze the sides hard, your mouth hanging open to try and gasp for air. 

You tap on his arm, wanting him to stop but he doesn’t, seemingly ignoring your plea. Instead, he chuckles, a wide grin forming on his lips which he soon after presses against your own, finally feeling a sense of relief when his hold around your neck loosens. He kisses you hard and sloppily and you have no choice but to allow him passage in your mouth, dominating you further in the kiss. 

Once again, his hips snap faster, feeling the tip of his cock repeatedly poke against your sweet spot that has you breaking the kiss and shaking from the intense pleasure that surrounds you. The coil within you tightens further and further with each thrust Lloyd makes, the wetness that builds up around your pussy only allows him to slide in deeper, owning you, possessing you even more. 

You call out his name, shameless and loud when he slaps on your clit again then rubs on it fast that makes your walls tighten around his hard cock. You shut your eyes tight, your breath hitching and your voice fading into the air when you finally come around him. 

Lloyd groans but doesn’t relent even after you’ve finished, pushing on with his thrusts and pressing down on your abdomen as he does. You pant heavily, the fire that has yet to dwindle down in your core burns brightly again. But as your pleasure makes itself known once more, a wanting smile gracing your lips, you suddenly open your eyes and stare up in fear when you feel the barrel of a gun pressed against your forehead.

���Lloyd—” you gasp but he cuts you off by slapping you hard across the cheek, tears threatening to spill from your eyes and shock taking over you. 

“Shut up!” he grunts, voice laced with venom. “Did I tell you to speak?!” 

His eyes are wide, darkness surrounding his blue orbs. You don’t understand the sudden change he’s showing you, the rough exterior he poses. You’ve never known him to be mean, only the opposite.

Your train of thought is halted when his freehand takes hold of your tit, squeezing on it tightly through the fabric of your dress. Then, once more, you’re at your peak, your eyes blowing wide as Lloyd fucks you faster even more. You whine and he groans, a flash of light taking over your vision as you come once more, coating his cock with your essence. 

Your body shakes from the intensity of your release, feeling yourself slowly slide down from your high and land safely back on earth. But the serenity is shattered and you flinch to move away when you hear the loud bang of a gun beside your head. You want to scream but your body refuses to cooperate as you're overcome by shock and a tingling sensation at the base of your spine when you see Lloyd close his eyes and hear him moan when he releases his seed deep into your core. 

You’re too stunned to speak, too afraid to move, so you simply lay limp on the bed, allowing Lloyd to ride down his high and watch as the hand holding the gun drops onto the bed but remains facing in your direction. 

His eyes then open and meet yours before casually looking at the space beside your head. A smirk forms on his lips, his mustache twitching when he does and moves to poke the barrel of the gun on the hole he’s made on the mattress. 

“Aww, I missed.” 

Horror flashes in your eyes as you take in his words. Was he meant to kill you? You want to cry, confusion filling your head as why he would do this, why the sudden change. You then face him and whimper when he grabs your face, his thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks that make your lips puff out. 

He stares at you, eyes wandering down your face then presses a kiss against your lips before giving you an evil grin. 

“Next time, I won’t.”

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[kawaiiblue18]

So um all the mlp infected au have been everywhere lately and they inspired me to make my own :D

Lore below the cut

*Note that these were descriptions on separate posts from my Instagram so if it flows weird, that’s why*

I’m calling this au My Little Beast and this is the beast virus. The beast virus is an alien virus that came down to Earth inside a space rock. Daring Do went to check it out and was bitten by a worm-like creature that was residing inside the rock. The worm creature promptly died and Daring Do was made into patient zero.

The virus spreads solely through the saliva of infected and, mysteriously, it ONLY infects ponies. The infection, after getting bitten, is a harsh and sudden transformation into a beast form that will vary depending on what species of pony the infected is. Infected acquire a ravenous appetite for meat and will kill anything that moves.

Infected ponies can no longer use their magic after being infected, hence the missing cutie marks (infected pegasi wings are big enough to fly without magic). Even though uninfected ponies can still use their magic after the outbreak, magic of any kind does not directly work on the infected. So survivors cannot use magic spells to fight infected.

I mentioned previously that the infection only infects ponies. This means animals, dragons, and any other non-pony creatures are practically immune if they are ever bitten. However, they are still at risk of getting mauled and eaten by infected ponies. Stabber venom will take effect on non-pony creatures.

You’re probably wondering why none of the infected forms I’ve drawn so far is wearing their typical clothing or accessories. Well, simple answer is they tear it off during transformation. Infected ponies hate the feeling of anything clinging on their bodies due to the rapid and drastic transformations occurring to their bodies.

I know Cadence typically gets infected in these infection aus, but I needed an alicorn sacrifice for the ref sheet (and Twilight is the one making these infected guides hint hint)😔

Shining Armor and Flurryheart do manage to escape infected Cadence but that’s a story for another post ;)

They absolutely hate fire! So long as it is not magical fire as anything magical in origin has no effect on infected ponies. If a survivor is looking for an easy distraction to get away from infected, it can be done two ways: always have a torch on hand or throw already dead corpses at infected. The infected ‘s blood thirst will have distracted by any kind of dead body, including the bodies of dead infected.

[selkra-souza]

Selkra is a lifelong critter doodler and chronic daydreamer who's been meticulously worldbuilding alien societies since first playing Spore in 2009. In the meantime, Selkra resides somewhere on Earth doing people activities such as arts and crafts on the floor, hugging plushies, staring at bugs and mustering up the patience to read sci-fi novels.

Broken Yolk Galaxy is a pair of galaxies merged into one within a cosmological void, and the sophant alien cultures that evolved and coexist in it. The main focus is on a trio of roommates who do interplanetary travel within the Spectrum Solar System on spaceship Appex looking for work and learning to get along.

lore tags: #broken yolk galaxy / #spectrum sol system / #aurora nation / #rhodo nation / #igneous nation

species tags: #nedal / #delorix / #masaka / #zrai / #smazel

character tags: #OC Rutan / #OC Donelja / #OC Vertex

Emotionsonas is a personal paracosm that focuses on a group of personified emotions living in an inner world and how they deal with my day-to-day life, as well as exploring the fantastical conscious and subconscious-inspired setting of my mind.

lore tags: #emotionsonas / #star bits

species tag: #OC ear worm / #species introjects / #species forgeters / #species dreamoths

character tags: #OC Joy / #OC Gloom / #OC Fear / #OC Anger / #OC Disgust / #OC Love

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sideblogs: inspiration blog / aesthetics & occult blog / parts blog

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