#scifi and fantasy

[tilkidud]

Not a fan of greyscale first

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art by ian miller from james herbert's "the city" 1994

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The peculiar children - Sim Jake

sci-fi / romance / fantasy - Week one halloween sparkle

written from reader perspective (wrote this in class)

In the heart of a peculiar realm, deep within a house cloaked in mystery and time, we thrived—misfits bound together by our extraordinary abilities and the secrets that bound us. Miss Peregrine, our guardian, had taken us in—each of us a puzzle piece, often misunderstood by the world outside. Our home was both sanctuary and prison, woven into a time loop that kept the hollows, those malevolent soul-suckers, at bay.

Stormy could command the skies, summoning thunder with a flick of her wrist. Juno, with her incredible strength, could lift the weight of the world, while Sooha conversed with the unseen, weaving through imaginations like a painter with an endless canvas. Chloe’s whispers could rouse the dead, a skill she wielded with both reverence and fear. I was gifted with manipulation and hypnosis, a talent that danced on the edge of ethics. Won, the oldest, concealed his gaze behind shadowy layers, his Medusa-like powers a constant reminder of the dangers we faced. Jay could conjure life from mere thoughts, his creations both wondrous and unpredictable. And then there was Jake, the interloper from an unknown village—lost, curious, and inexplicably drawn into our world.

The day I found Jake lying unconscious on the beach, the ocean’s waves lapping at his sides, I had no idea the storm he would bring into our already tumultuous lives. As I dragged him to the safety of our peculiar abode, I felt a strange pull, an unexplainable connection that sparked something deep within me. For days, he became part of our peculiar family, his laughter mingling with the echoes of our everyday lives. But beneath the surface, an uneasy tension thrummed through the air; my siblings sensed it too.

Miss Peregrine worked tirelessly to maintain order, but there was an unspoken understanding among us that Jake was more than he seemed. He possessed a power, a potential that felt like a lightning storm just waiting to be unleashed. I spent countless hours with him, exploring the intricacies of our peculiar existence. But was it my manipulation that drew him close, or was it his own heart calling out? I couldn’t tell, and the uncertainty gnawed at me like a hungry hollow.

Then, just as suddenly as he appeared, Jake vanished. The days turned into weeks, each passing moment heavy with betrayal and confusion. The hollows began to stir, their dark presence creeping closer, hungry for our peculiar gifts. Miss Peregrine was gone, lost to the shadows that threatened to engulf us. Panic gripped my siblings, each of us feeling the weight of our isolation as the world outside slipped further from our grasp.

It was on one fateful night, as the hollows descended upon us, that Jake returned. He emerged from the darkness, fierce and resolute, his very essence radiating strength and determination. The fight was intense; I could feel the air crackle with danger as we battled side by side. In those moments, I saw the truth in his eyes—he was our protector, a beacon of hope amid the chaos.

When the dust settled and the hollows retreated, a new chapter unfurled before us. With Miss Peregrine gone, Jake stepped into the role of guardian, his presence a soothing balm for our fractured hearts. Together, we forged a path forward, discovering new strengths within ourselves and each other. Our journey became one of love and survival, each adventure a testament to the bonds we shared.

As we navigated this peculiar existence, the house that once felt like a cage transformed into a haven filled with laughter and love. Jake, with his charm and courage, became the anchor in our stormy seas. Though shadows still lingered at the edges, we learned to embrace our peculiarities, united against the darkness that threatened to consume us. In the end, it was not just survival we sought, but a life woven together by the threads of our extraordinary powers, bound by the choices we made and the love we found in the unlikeliest of places.

[whereserpentswalk]

Angels are extra dimensional beings. But because they can't reproduce, they have to go into other dimensions to try to find people to recruit into being angels. When someone becomes an angel they gain a youthful sexless body, and two or more wings, but other details depend on what plane they come from. Angels tend to prefer humanoid targets, but occasionally go after very alien looking being, hence the weels within weels or the three headed lions.

Now, because of diffrent relationships with angels, every dimension that angels go to sees angels differently.

There was one dimension that first encountered angels after weathering ecological collapse and the use of weapons on mass destruction. Due to this they went to war with the angels, seeing them as alien invaders. Because of that angels are seen as horrifying and inhuman monsters. The term angel is a grave insult there, and wing and halo imagery is used to denote someone as warlike and bloodthirsty.

There's one plane where angels went where the humanoid race native to there had developed a similar level of technology and psychic power to the angels. There angels just became one of many groups who immigrated and traded with them. There angels are as mundane a sighting and idea as any other type of dimensional foreigner.

There's one humanoid dimension, made up mostly of islands floating in an endless sea, where angels successfully conquered land. They became the ruling class in several nations, and became seen as semi divine kings. Angels are seen as royal to some, but as tyrants to others, depending on the nation they come from. There conversion into an angel was a privilege given to very few.

There are several humanoid dimensions where angels kidnapped humans for conversion, as well as occasionally trading advanced technology. There angels are seen as mysterious cryptids, their relationship most comparable to our dimension's relationship to fae and djinn. They're know as amoral and uncaring eldritch horrors, who people are warned to stay away from, but who are occasionally the source of great power. There angels are a scary story to tell to children and travelers, that most doubt the existence of, and a few paranormal investigators try to hunt down to prove true.

Of course, or dimension never got that many angels, mostly because of how far away it is from their home plane. The only ones that ever came were missionaries. Angels don't have any more knowledge of the divine then humans, but because they were so much more technologically advanced when they came, it was assumed they had a more direct relationship with their god. The Abrahamic faiths came just from us misinterpreting and iterating on what their preachers tried to convert us to. And the idea of fallen angels mostly comes from angelic preachers ranting about heretical sects and humans taking the demonization of rival religious leaders seriously.

That's just how things are. Now you know.

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[spacetimesally]

Rise and shine, Space Cadets, it's Saturday morning once again and once again it's time for the 'toons! There's dinos, and moon colonies, and stranded spacemen, and biodomes galore, so get your blaster set to moidah for these Spacetime Sally Animated Adventures!!!

[beepbeepmfkr]

Read Blood of the Wardens (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/376555223-blood-of-the-wardens?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=beepbeepmfkr 

“Humanity seeks protection against the Chimeran scourge. 

Or at least, that's what the Homeland tells him.

 And for twenty four years, Aiko Colony-Born has accepted that fact without question or hesitation.

But now that childhood Indoctrination training has ended, and his status as a rare Colony-Born amongst the Homeland military caste has earned him the laughable first assignment of liaison to a faraway mining colony, Aiko find himself struggling to keep his resentment contained.

In Sector Nine, childhood friends Veera and Kent find their worlds upended. Twin Mercenaries are on the attack. And what's more, the weight of their bloodlines seeks to wedge them irreparably far apart. Shattering the only moors they'd known since youth; leaving them scattered and alone.

Humanity seeks protection against the Chimeran scourge. 

But is that even true?

Has it ever been?”

Read the prologue of my original fic “Blood of the Wardens” on Wattpad!

Blood of the Wardens is a Queer, blended sci fi & fantasy story that touches on colonialism, fascism, nationalism, and culture in an attempt to ask “what does it really mean to be human?”

I have part 1 mostly done, so I’ll be editing and posting it slowly over the next few days or so. Part 2 will be started during Novella November which is the NaNoWriMo alternative started by @novella-november !

[tilkidud]

Big Stretch

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Via print:

[fallensapphires]

Genres: Sci-fi

It's been said that science fiction and fantasy are two different things: science fiction the improbable made probable; fantasy, the impossible made probable.

[burningwerewolfnight]

[chubbybarbie]

Some people fall asleep to rain or other nature sounds. I fall asleep to Alien Isolation ambience. Because for some reason I sleep so well imagining I'm sleeping in a safe (hopefully) room on a space station that's gone to ruin with a xenomorph roaming around somewhere, accented by the mechanical hum and clanking sounds of AC and space station.

[texaschainsawmascara]

[spacetimesally]

Hijinks ensue when a nerfomi ancelop burrows its way into the hearts (literally) and minds (psychically) of the crew of the Bastian's Hope Hauler, in, 'Deep'

[anitatapio]

One of the main characters from my upcoming dystopian fantasy novel.