#she is an alien race that lays eggs

[the-bear-and-his-sunbird]

Halsin as Strongman type person?? Yes. Yes. Give that man fat ! Make him strong and have some fat!! Like damn

Since everyone in Baldur's Gate has one of like, 3 different bodies, here's what I think everyone should look like.

Halsin should be strongfat, or at least have a little pudge. Man's built like a mountain, but you gotta have a bit of squish for the muscle to be practical!

Skinny/slender Astarion. The man is half-starved, but kept just healthy enough to be attractive and alluring.

Chubby Gale. I don't have a reason for this, I just think it's cute.

Buff Karlach. She's already kind of built, but make her buffer. Like a proper barbarian.

[felassan]

PC Gamer interview with Mark Meer: 'I'm afraid you'll be forced to encounter me as Niftu Cal and Blasto and any vorcha you run into'

Mark Meer is a fan of Jennifer Hale too.

Excerpts:

""I occasionally get told by people, 'Oh, I've never played female Commander Shepard. I only play you.' And I'm like, why are you denying yourself the excellent performance of Jennifer Hale?" Meer says. "That's the thing about Mass Effect, it has so much replayability. I certainly don't mind though, if people are like, 'No, I just play Jennifer as Commander Shepard,' because I'm afraid you'll be forced to encounter me as Niftu Cal and Blasto and any vorcha you run into and various other things in the game." Before he was cast as Shepard, Meer was hired by BioWare to come up with soundsets for the alien species, which he describes as the audio equivalent of concept art. "Laying down what a typical krogan would sound like, a typical turian, that sort of thing." He not only ended up playing a bunch of different alien characters, he's the one responsible for ideas like the asthmatic inhalations of the volus—those heavy-breathing, wombly little guys in gas masks.  "Not rocket science," he says. "Obviously they're wearing some kind of breathing apparatus so I threw in that wheeze sort of sound. There are some alien races that I ended up playing all of, for example, the vorcha. I think I'm almost all of the hanar and have played a number of volus, I think I've done at least a few elcor and batarians certainly. So yes, I'm sprinkled throughout the games in a variety of roles." One of the most memorable of these is Niftu Cal, the drugged-up little guy who gets so high he thinks he's become a biotic god. "That was a lot of fun," Meer says, "and perhaps lesser well known but equally important, the pizza volus. And speaking of hanar I got to play Blasto, who is in some ways one of my favorite characters—no offense to Commander Shepard. But Blasto was a lot of fun, especially because it started as an audio in-joke." Blasto is a parody of action movie heroes like Dirty Harry and James Bond who you first hear about in ads as you're exploring Mass Effect 2. "Jennifer Hale played an elcor in that," Meer says. "She's playing the sister of Blasto's partner Bubin, who Blasto winds up having an affair with. Embedded as an audio easter egg is both commander Shepards having an affair—as a hanar and an elcor." Even before Jennifer Hale was cast, he was an admirer of her work as Bastila Shan in Knights of the Old Republic, and in various cartoons. "I'm a big comic fan," he says, "so I was a big fan of Justice League Unlimited and the old Batman animated series. I'd loved her work as Zatanna and she was the go-to Giganta and Killer Frost for the Justice League stuff.""

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[umbra-borealis]

Little Toxin Masterpost. No ref sheet yet but for every like this post getst I'll leave a fact about Toxin and his parents below! Retweets count too!

Facts below the Read More!

Fact #1

Toxin's parents are Shadow and... Scourge!

They're a close family that lives isolated because they all hate being around people for too long.

Fact #2

Toxin goes by he/they pronouns and is intersex like both his parents. Yes, both, it's a no brainer on Shadow since him being alien tends to go hand in hand with otherworldly... situations but Scourge requires some more context. Keep liking the post and I'll share that too ;)

Fact #3

Okay okay, Scourge context!

Scourge has fused with Chaos in this AU making him a water elemental. On top of that Scourge's mother was a mimic octopus pretending to be a hedgehog to trick his father, whom I've also re-written and given the name 'Cobalt', into marrying her to connect their kingdoms. When she was found out she fled, leaving her two sons behind, one of which was Scourge and this technically means he's already a hybrid. His affinity for water is genetic, he was practically born to be homies with Chaos.

Scourge didn't inherit the camouflage ability like his brother Sapphire did, no he got the funky gender shenanigans instead and with no one to tell him stuff or compare himself to, he opted to tell everyone he's cis and run if they ask sussy questions. Shadow is the first person he told.

Fact #4

Shadow 'carried', as much as you can call it that side his alien species is of the egg laying variety. (No I will not go further into detail) He's part of a race (that's essentially Black Arms and The End from Forces combined and expanded upon) called 'Nova Luna' and his species generally has traits such as digitigrade legs and crystalline growths on their body of varying shapes, colors and sizes. (I have art of this coming very soon)

High ranking individuals pose as fake moons, hiding their colossal bodies to influence a planet from a distance. Shadow however has turned his back to them for good after having met Scourge. Toxin and Scourge are the best things that ever happened to him.

Fact #5

They had no idea this would be possible, but Shadow had no issues carrying and Toxin hatched about as normally as a little toxic green alien hybrid pup can. Needless to say they were relieved to see a hedgehog and not some horrible mismatch of their DNA with a ton of genetic issues. Toxin was a healthy pup, if anything he was causing his parents problems instead.

Fact #6

Toxin is in fact, venomous! He's not lethal but a decent bite from him as an adult can paralyze you for a couple hours and a small nip is enough to partially paralyze/sedate the area. Scourge found this out the hard way after Toxin hatched and got nipped in his hand. They had to teach him in his toddler years to not use his teeth to solve every minor inconvenience.

Fact #7

Toxin's abilities are mostly Chaos Energy related. While his parents are fire and water elemental's Toxin appears to have an in-born talent to control raw energy by itself, which is incredibly dangerous! :D

Shadow and Scourge are only two out of seven Guardians who each have an element they master and controlling an element is just handling electricity cables while controlling the raw energy form is the equivalent of grabbing an exposed wire and hoping for the best. There's no buffer in the form of an element to focus energy in, on or through. Why Toxin has this talent is unknown... to most.

Fact #8

His shoes were absolutely a gift from Shadow and an updated replica of his own. Toxin was gifted the shoes when he was 18 and does regular maintenance on them ever since. Its important to him emotionally but not just because it was a gift. It allows him to keep up with his parents in speed and he has many fond memories of learning how to use them with their help.

Fact #9

I know the shirt he's wearing mentions a vape, but he doesn't actually use them. Most he does is smoke the good old fashioned way and even that is sparingly. Because of his alien DNA he's ridiculously fast at healing any injuries or ailments and isn't very addiction sensitive. He'd be lying if he didn't do it to look cool though. He's an edgelord. (Toxin is a cartoon, it's not my aim to romanticize or endorse anything. He'll be fine but us humans wont be, so with that said, don't harass me over art okay? Cool)

Fact #10

Toxin's personality switches between calm, reserved, barely talking at all and absolutely unhinged. It depends on who he's with. Shadow definitely brings out a calmer side in him while Scourge is the type of chaotic dad who teaches his kid curse words and pranks. He's a good guy though and knows when to be serious.

Fact #11

He considers Sonic and Knuckles to be his uncles, even if they're not at all related. They were the first people to give Scourge a chance and support his growth into a better person after all. They would've done the same for Shadow and when Toxin came along they would do anything from babysit to teaching the young hedgehog how to use his abilities. Toxin gets along great with both of them but secretly prefers Sonic, he'll drop just about anything to grab food with his favorite uncle.

Fact #12

The Nova Luna have a hierarchy based on minerals and as they age or improve in skill there's a chance they can 'evolve' into a different rank. Toxin is an elusive Emerald to them because their whole deal is their obsession with the Ancient's Chaos Emeralds. Controlling all that power would make them all powerful and be capable of controlling the galaxy. The thing is, none of them have ever risen higher than the Ruby rank. Toxin however is related by DNA to someone of said Ruby rank, as well as someone directly responsible for guarding and controlling at least one of the Chaos Emeralds in the present day. That combination of the perfect circumstances caused Toxin to be born with the elusive Emerald rank.

Fact #13

Toxin being this rare of a creature makes him priority number 1 to the Nova Luna and since I have no intentions of writing his story just yet since it's pretty deep into the AU I just barely started writing, I can go ahead and say that he does get taken and spends at least a year in servitude/training to the Nova Luna.

Fact #14

Of course has trauma from his time there, but he did learn a lot about himself too and managed to cling to that knowledge for dear life. Any progress he made in skill level would come to bite the Nova Luna in the ass super hard in the end. Once reunited with his parents, Shadow and Scourge help him process everything he's experienced as they too have experience with trauma.

[sasha199]

You Promised Me

Hey yall, posting my first ever BG3 fanfiction here, about my Tav a she/her female high elf wizard name Gwyneth. She is widowed at the start of the nautaloid adventure and doing research work in the city of Baldur's Gate when she is abducted. She does end up pairing off with out favorite Wizard of the Deepest Water. Trigger warnings for some gore and ickiness, lots of smut coming soon! Enjoy!

Chapter 2 (On the Nautaloid)

The tremors awoke her. Slowly Gwynnie stirred, she couldn't lift her arms. Panic settled into her stomach like a stone. Was she burning again? Her eyes flew open, her breath coming in quick panicked gasps.

The relief that she was not burning…that she was not back in that gods-forsaken temple was quickly replaced with fear as a towering floating figure drifted towards her in the gloom. She could make out a purple tinge to its skin, some type of humanoid…wait…was that a squid on its face?

Her scream caught in her throat as she slowly realized what she was seeing. A fucking Illithid, a mind-flayer. She heard another sound from somewhere beyond the creature. A soft terrified gasp. Desperately she turned her head trying to pierce the limits of her dark vision. Was that a woman’s voice? Where was she? Had it already infected her?

The room was circular, vast, filled with strange alien contraptions that crackled with menacing arcane energy. She looked down, gingerly testing the bonds of her restraints. They had some give… maybe she could slip…she flexed her hand, feeling the cords of her tethers pull over her skin painfully but also slowly start to extend. Yes, she thought triumphantly as her left arm came free. She looked up nervously to see the creature was gone. She barely had time to register its absence before the room around her lurched violently and Gwynnie found herself tumbling head over tail out of the pod.

She lay where she fell, the damp metal ridges of the ground digging into her cheek as she tried to will her lungs to work. Praying to whatever gods might be listening - Mystra can you hear me you jealous bitch? - she placed her palm upon her chest, a spell traveled from her lips to her heart and the world came back into focus. She shakily picked herself up off the floor and glanced around, the creature, the illithid, was still no where in sight. Something mechanical groaned and snapped from deeper within the building. Gwynnie began to move, half crawling and trying to look in every direction at once. A few of the machines or pods around her were open now emitting steam. She scrambled up as she approached one, blood pounding in her ears, it was empty. A growling high pitched sound sent a fresh spike of adrenaline through her system and she ran.

Eventually her hand touched what felt like a wet slick wall, something that recoiled from her and opened. She threw an arm up over her eyes as a bright red sky blinded her, and she ducked down as a roaring red dragon flew past in the open space above her head. The thrust from its wings blasted her with hot grimy air and her robes and hair swirled up around her. There was grit between her teeth and the air stank like rotting eggs. Blinking away the acidic sting she staggered forward onto the platform. She moved in spurts pausing when the ground shook trying desperately to keep her balance. Her mind raced. She was on some kind of ship, a mind-flayed ship, and they were not on the material plane. A nasty lurch broke her though process as the ground suddenly leapt up to meet her, she curled up to roll as best she could across the platform. Something had hit her and her face stung.

Using the momentum of her fall to push herself upright she came to her knees and lashed out with a fierce IGNIS. Gwynnie wiped the blood from her eyes to see a lythe woman in silver armor wielding a longsword. She was in a defensive pose her armor smoking from where the Firebolt had bounced off her. "Abomination," she cried, "this is your END!"

“Come then!" Gwynnie growled curling her hand into a fist and feeling the power gather there as she prepared another Firebolt.

As she formed the incantation to release the spell a powerful pulse rattled in her brain and her vision darkened. She cried out releasing the Weave to grip her head in both hands, her mind's eye exploding with a rapid bombardment of images: the red dragon's skeletal wing, a shinging silver sword and a flash of her own terrified dirt-streaked face seen through this warrior woman's eyes.

The woman had dropped her sword to clutch at her own head. As bright pink eyes met yellow, the woman hissed, "Tsk'va. You are no thrall."

"Y-you're Githyanki," Gwynnie gasped, she rubbed her temples the rattling had faded to a dull throb, her double vision cleared.

"Listen to me Istik," the woman hissed, fangs bared "we might survive this yet. Imps block our path forward, you will assist me in their destruction. It is imperative we reach the helm of this ship."

Before Gwynnie could respond the woman had closed the distance between them, wrenching Gwynnie her to her feet by the shoulder. Gwynnie flinched at the strength of her grip and saw a faint flash of blue extend from the Gith's palm. A cooling sensation rushed through her body at the point of contact, the Gith had done something to refresh herself, and by extension her. The gash across Gwynnie's face had closed and her muscled felt invigorated. She touched her face tentatively, and then hurried to follow after the warrior woman, already drawing the Weave back into her palms and forming the arcane command in her mind. She wasn't sure who she would need use it on, but for whatever came next she would be ready.

[albatmobile]

Starfire + loneliness (if you're still doing the prompt thing)

I've had this idea in my head the past few nights bear w me

i could be lonely with you (and you)

next: [2] || ao3

𓅪 Rated: E | 3.1k includes: possessiveness, realization, conflicted feelings, loneliness, eventual smut, voyeurism, ovipositor, alien dildo, egg laying, threesome, strapon sex, first times, double dildos, scissoring, oral, fem dom, multiple orgasms

𓅪 established kori x roy, eventual fem!reader x roy harper, eventual fem!reader x kori, eventual fem!reader x kori x roy harper

You’ve been in a depression funk ever since your friends you’d met freshman year stopped reaching out a year after graduation.

At first, the group chat remained populated with once a day, then once a week texts. Weeks turned to months, until it was only you ever reaching out.

Loneliness creeps up on you, slowly at first, then all at once like an all-consuming force. You barely have time to prepare before your normal routine is squandered as your depression settles over every inch of your body.

Eventually, you stop reaching out completely. 

You’d been drifting for a while ever since college ended, but you were left with the daunting question most people face at some point or another. The question being, of course, how do you make friends when you’re older?

First step, you realize with disdain, is getting out of the house. This is how you find yourself at a yoga class in a part of town you’ve never been to.

Have you ever done yoga before?

No.

Do you particularly like being surrounded by fuckers who seem perfectly content to solely talk about what they can and can’t eat on keto?

Also, no.

Yet, here you are with a loaner mat and the cutest gym set you own.

Everyone in the class seems to know someone, but there you are, standing off in the corner like a voyeur. Your arms come to wrap around your stomach self-consciously as your eyes flit across the room filled with perfect-looking women. 

Women who look nothing like you.

You look down at your outfit distastefully, second-guessing, well, everything.

You shouldn’t have come.

You don’t have time to leave, however, because class is being called into session. 

You swallow down your sigh and find a place in the way back. You keep your head down as you make your way across the room, not even taking in a single face as you busy yourself with unrolling the mat. 

You berate yourself as you straighten it out to avoid conversation. What’s the point in coming out to meet people if you’re just going to exclude yourself from the start? 

The instructor goes slow enough, but it doesn’t matter. You don’t know what you’re doing and your social anxiety is rearing its ugly head. 

Soon enough, you’re tumbling from tree pose and straight into the woman next to you in a horrific crash.

“I’m so sorry!” you immediately spew as soon you catch your bearings. You’re staring down at her Tom Nook inspired yoga mat while she semi-spoons you, semi-squashes you from behind. “I totally lost my balance and I-” you trail off as soon as you scramble up with some help from the woman and face… “Holy shit.”

She’s ethereal.

You wipe at your eyes to make sure you’re not actually seeing an angel in front of you. 

The red-headed goddess easily nears seven feet tall. She’s tanned, toned and… really fucking hot, okay?

“Are you okay?” The woman’s effervescent green eyes shock your soul back to life like a defibrillator. Her hand is still on your lower arm from helping you up.

Are you okay?

Your pulse is rapidly beating.

You can feel everyone’s eyes on you, but, surprisingly, that’s not the cause of your racing heart. No, that’s all thanks to this otherworldly beauty on the mat next to you.

“Good,” you mumble, nodding dumbly. The entire time, you’re reveling in the weight of her hand around your arm like a lifeline. “So good.”

She laughs, throws her head back and fucking laughs like she’s a headlining star on The Late Night Show.

She’s perfect.

You know, for a friend… 

Yup, totally just a friend.

The teacher’s gone on to the next position, though some eyes still remain on the two of you. 

“You are adorable!” she exclaims. The redhead woman looks at you like you’re the most precious kitten she’s ever laid eyes upon.

You got out of the house to make a friend and here you are in a position to seal the deal. Hell yeah.

You rub sheepishly at your neck as you build up the courage. “Would you want to ditch this place and grab a coffee?” you ask timidly.

Her eyes widen. “A coffee?”

You nod. “There’s a place down just a block over,” you offer. 

Without further mention, she’s bending down to roll up her mat. You try not to stare at her tits popping out of her sports bra, but bent over like she is, it’s nearly impossible. It seems like she can hardly see what she’s doing with the way they hang obtrusively in her face.

When she suddenly pops back up with a beaming smile, you hardly have enough time to cover up your line of sight. 

Luckily, she doesn’t seem to notice as she grabs your hand, yes, grabs your hand and leads you out of the room as everyone else looks on.

“You are not the yoga fan?” she questions you innocently, ducking her head to look at you as she waits for your response. “Please excuse my, uh,” she pauses, stopping to look at the sky as she ponders the word, “accent.” She nods to herself, leaving her red locks to cascade in her wake. “I am not from here, you see.”

She called you cute and, yet…

“S’cool,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant. Both of you start walking again and you can’t help but glance at her beauty from out of the corner of your eye as you do.

A quick look at your surroundings proves that nearly everyone on the street is in the exact same boat. All around the two of you, people instantly lock onto your yoga buddy. 

No, seriously. 

People all around begin openly gawking at her curves, literally STOPPING and staring, girlfriends hitting their boyfriends for not paying attention to her over them and even the obnoxious cat call from cars passing by.

She’s a bombshell and you feel starstruck in her presence alone.

“I’m Kori, by the way,” she says politely.

“Sounds good,” you mumble, not really hearing her until a few seconds later. “Oh, shit. I mean,”

She laughs, cutting off your rambling, “You are so cute!” The gorgeous woman beams down at you, eyes crinkling like you’ve truly overjoyed her with your awkward behavior.

You choke on your spit.

Definitely cute.

You tell her your name, quickly ducking your head as soon as you do. You hope she doesn’t think you’re some fucking creep like the rest of the people you’re passing by, but you can’t help that her stunning looks are rendering you speechless.

Kori seems completely oblivious to your plight, let alone the rest of the passersby. In fact, based on her ever-present grin, you might actually get the idea that she’s genuinely charmed by you.

Your heart’s racing, though you blame it on the anxiety of actually hanging out with someone for the first time in, well, too long. You really can’t afford to fuck this up because you’ve really been needing a good friend.

The coffee shop is quaint, nearly empty, when the two of you walk in and capture the attention of everyone in the small cafe.

She orders some insane sugary frappuccino drink and insists the two of you get a large to share because it sounds “so good!” 

Who are you to refuse this goddess?

The pink and purple (?) drink is delivered with mounds of whipped cream and pink and teal sugar dust on top.

What the fuck is this shit?

“This drink is as beautiful as you are!” she exclaims as soon as the treat with two bendy straws is deposited on the table.

You choke, but she’s too busy taking a picture of the drink to notice your predicament. 

“It’s, uh,” you trail off as you regard the drink in front of you as if it’s going to attack you. With its obscene neon swirls and indiscernible flavor, you’re not too sure it won’t. “It’s definitely something,” you finally manage.

With two straws, it’s all about timing, you realize. You, however, don’t understand this timing and go in at the same time she does. Instantly, you sputter backward with a hasty apology she doesn’t even seem to hear. What everyone else hears is a pornstar-worthy moan she makes as she takes the first sip.

You stare at her in shock and awe at her pure sexual prowess. 

It’s like she doesn’t even know she’s everyone’s wet dream and, yet everything she does only adds to her ethereal charm.

“It is incredible, no?” she asks, leaving you to nod instantly. You can’t help but revel in the blinding brightness of her smile at your response. “I will need to bring Jason and Roy here!”

Your brow quirks at the new names. “Who’re they?”

“We all share an apartment together,” Kori says. All the while, she twirls her straw around absentmindedly as she answers you, seeming to space out as she does so. “I’ve known them ever since I came here, so about four years or so. It has been,” her mouth quirks sadly, “Challenging getting used to your customs.”

You nod, not really wanting to pry too much. In the short time you’ve known her, seriously short time, this is the saddest you’ve seen her and you’re determined to make her smile again.

“Fitting in is lame, anyway,” you say.

Her face twists beautifully up into her signature model smile. “You are just like my friend Jason,” she confides. “He tells me that all the time, though I still can’t help but worry I’ll misspeak and draw attention to myself.”

You can’t help but shake your head. She’s worried her misspeaking will draw attention to her when her appearance alone is a magnet for it.

You guess everyone’s self-conscious about something, but seeing Kori be vulnerable when she was flawless in your eyes somehow makes you feel a bit better about your situation.

Speaking of situation, you’re picking up some serious flirty vibes. All the compliments, plus he ordered a bisexual frappe and insisted you share it? Now she’s opening up to you… 

Is this a date?

She mentioned Jason being a friend, but what about Roy?

“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” you say with a shrug. “Plus, it seems like you have some good friends to back you up.”

“Oh, yes,” she doesn’t correct you, only nods excitedly, “they are the best. Jason always makes me laugh and Roy is the best friend who is a boy I could have!”

You try to remain neutral at the new information, choosing to remain discreet with your advances just in case you’re reading everything wrong. 

Again, you remind yourself, you need a friend… not a girlfriend. 

It doesn’t matter, regardless. She doesn’t seem to notice your flirting either way, but she doesn’t clarify their relationships any further, so you remain hopefully optimistic.

You both talk a bit more about yourselves before she moves on to all the adventures she, Jason and Roy have been on. Soon, she’s slurping up the last of the sweet drink with a pleased hum.

You try not to be salty that she has such amazing friends when yours can’t even bother to text you back after knowing each other for just the same amount of time as Kori and her friends.

“Hopefully, you will come along with us on our next adventure!”

You smile, genuinely smile for the first time in a long time. “Yeah, that sounds amazing.”

And it does.

“Wonderful!” she exclaims, clapping her hands together cutely. Everything is worth celebrating to her. This realization only serves to widen your grin.

Eventually, you’re splitting apart with the promise to meet up again soon.

She enters her number into your phone with her acrylics furiously tapping against your screen. When she hands you back your phone, you see she’s texted her number so she can have your number as well. Your first text message to someone in weeks.

Your heart swells, watching, thrumming as she walks away from you with a wave.

To Kori 🦄✨💟 Hello new friend!!! 💕

➳ ☆ ➳

Soon, you guys are hanging out every day. Whether it be meeting up early in the mornings to jog and grab coffee or walking to your yoga class together. Eventually, the meetups become actual hangouts. 

Two months pass and your friendship grows.

You can’t deny you wish it were more than just a friendship, but, hey, you’ll take what you can get. 

Eventually, she comes over after one of your daily walks in the park. 

You watch a couple of movies in your bed and by the time she realizes how late it is, she’s already dozing off with her head resting atop yours. Your heart swells, barely slowing its beating enough to fall asleep, but you do. In fact, you sleep better than you have in a long time.

You can’t help but feel it’s because you’re not alone.

➳ ☆ ➳

Here’s the thing; you’ve always been a touchy-feely person and it’s obvious from the start that Kori is the same.

It starts off completely innocent. A hand on your knee to let you know she’s listening, a gentle hand on your back to guide you around busy areas so she doesn’t lose you in the crowd, constantly playing with your hair just so she can run her fingers through it— her insane full body massages. You can’t get enough.

Then the cuddling starts.

You try to keep it innocent.

She tells you all the time about what she and Roy have been up to. She’s yet to clarify the label on just who this ‘Roy’ is since your first date, so, for now, you stake your claim as if she’s single.

Kori is the sun, chasing away all your shadows with just one flash of her brilliant smile. She’s the warmth when all your body has ever held onto was the frigid cold of the world you’ve always seen.

Now, she helps you see the world from her bright perspective.

You…

You love her.

➳ ☆ ➳

You’ve never been to her place until now.

It’s a quaint three-bedroom apartment, mostly devoid of any decoration aside from random photographs here and there. Mostly of Kori and two men, but there are a few of Kori and a black-haired woman who looks like the spitting image of her. 

She instantly herds you into what you assume is her room, though there’re men’s jeans on the floor. 

Your stomach drops, but her hands running up and down your sides, drawing you to her on the bed, distracts you quickly enough.

“You seem tense all of a sudden,” she says with a pout. All the while, your top rides up as you climb on the bed next to her. Her warm fingers press against your exposed skin and you fight back the urge to moan. “Let me massage you,” she insists.

You barely contain your carnal urge to mount her right then and there and claim her lips with your own, but you do.

“Yeah, okay,” you say with a nod, not really sure what to expect. After all, you and your friends had never been thisclose. 

No massages, no flirtatious comments, no cuddling. 

Nothing like this. 

Before you can lie down, you notice her contemplating something. When she finally speaks, it’s nothing you ever could’ve imagined her saying. 

“Can I remove this, yes?”

You look down to see her acrylics bunched up in your already-rising shirt and nod. You help her lift it off of you, albeit self-consciously, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Nor does she notice the light gasp that leaves your mouth once your lace bra is exposed.

She stares at you, leaving you to blush before she gently guides your back down to the mattress below. She motions for you to flip over, something you oblige easily before her hands are on you once again. Without hesitation, she unlatches your bra. Every movement of hers barely brushes against your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in her wake. 

“You know,” your words smoosh out against the mattress you’re currently pressed into as she begins to use steady pressure, “you don’t have to do this every time we hang out, Kori.”

She hums, knuckles digging gently into a knot in your lower back, just above your ass, “I love touching your skin. It is so soft.” 

The pressure turns to tickling as her acrylics tingle up and down your back. You arch into her touch, only barely holding yourself back from moaning. When she’s done, she rehooks your bra and moves to cuddle you, spooning you from behind. She sighs contentedly before beginning to gently scratch your scalp as she runs her fingers through your hair. 

You tap her and she immediately scoops you up into your favorite napping position.

You yawn, nestling between her thick, long legs. Once you snuggle in, you lay your head on her lower stomach, feeling as each breath of hers gets deeper and deeper until her light snores fill the room. You’re about to drift off, too, when the door opens. A deep voice rumbles playfully into her apartment. 

You don’t move. No, you hardly blink when another redhead makes an appearance in her doorway.

What is this? Some sort of redhead spawning point?

He looks over your precarious position with the smile he wore coming into the room, immediately freezing on his face.

So, this is the elusive Roy.

You smirk at him, nestling into Kori’s lower stomach slowly and coyly like a cat who got the cream.

He doesn’t say anything, which is just fine with you as you stretch all over Kori’s bare abdomen with your own, taunting the man who’s halfway across the room. 

Kori stirs slightly, moaning as she presses your head further into her tanned skin. You can’t help the pleased smirk that stretches across your lips as he stands there, still shell-shocked, as Kori forces your head further down her toned body. She’s still asleep when she does it. It’s as if it’s a natural reflex for her and it makes you want to nestle deeper into her delicate warmth, so you do. 

You languidly press into her warmth, pushing out your chest as you do. You give Roy a front-row seat to the cleavage that spills from your thin, lacy bra. 

His emerald eyes owlishly latch onto your erect nipples from across the room.

“Shit,” Roy curses breathily into the room. 

You shoot one more taunting look his way before he slowly shuts the door behind him.

By the time Kori wakes up from her nap, Roy’s gone.You don’t mention he was even there and she doesn’t ask. 

Instead, you spend the rest of the day painting each other's nails and watching dumb Youtube videos. Your relationship feels like it’s on the precipice of something, but what it is, you can hardly guess.

➳ ☆ ➳

The next time you hang out with Kori, she seems extra touchy-feely.

Perfectly fine with you.

You eat it up, returning the lingering touches with fervor. She stays over at your place, where you both end up shirtless and sleeping before the sun can even set. 

Completely platonic, of course…

You definitely don’t watch her hardened nipples rise and fall with her gentle breath. You definitely don’t touch yourself, imagining your face squished between her huge tits. No, definitely not.

You definitely don’t come on your fingers imagining fucking your come into her in front of that dumbass Roy.

No, definitely not.

A/N: inspired by these 2 songs by the kooks and this one as well as these sub!roy asks x x

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[ndyp-thot]

Howdy I have questions "Reggie" born from an egg because she looks like a dinosaur?

Not Quite. In T.H.O.T. that all depends on the mother of the child. Reg's mother was a Cylene. A humanoid alien race who can not lay eggs like the Reptilis. Reg was born like a mammal and was discarded quickly by their Cylene Mother and their Reptilis Father to keep the affair a secret from the Press but also from the Reptilis leader at the time. However is Reg was ever to have a child. It would be an egg since the reptilis gene is more dominant in them. That was if they weren't told they were sterile. So who knows if you'd get to ever see that.

[danielahumanities]

Anatomy Of A Scene

The two movies I will be covering are Denis Villenueve’s 2016 sci-fi film “Arrival”, and the 2016 comedy film “Angry Birds'', directed by Clay Kaytis and Fergal Reilly. 

The Angry Birds movie is set on an island (officially called Bird Island), following the story of main character “Red”. Red is a red bird ,hence his name, that struggles with his short temper and has been casted out by the rest of his fellow birds to live far from their city. Red is sent to anger-management school and meets classmates “Chuck” and “Bomb” who have special abilities. Because of his anger problems, Red is never taken seriously, even when a threat comes to the shores of Bird Island. Pigs come to the island pretending to befriend the birds, when in reality they intend to steal their eggs and eat them. Red and his team are the only ones who notice and it is up to them to save the day. Though the nature of the movie’s plot has a sense of urgency, the film itself is rather fast-paced and full of energy. Its scenes are filled with visual effects, clever jokes, and cartoon-like character animations that further contribute to the movie’s comedic effect.

On the contrary, the movie “Arrival” sets a more mysterious, slow-paced tone before audience members. Its plot follows Louise Bank, a linguistics professor, as she is assigned with deciphering a message that alien creatures bring to the human race. What sets this movie apart from many others is how its plot is layed out: scenes jump between the past, present, and future, following a non-linear order of events. One scene that is particularly effective in contributing to the overall atmosphere of the film is titled “You Changed My Mind”. As nations get ready to declare war with the aliens, Louise experiences a “flash-forward”, in which she meets with a world leader who thanks her for changing his mind. In the present, Louise steals a military phone to contact this leader, while as the scene cuts back to the future, the lighting and close-character shots give a dream-like effect. As viewers are taken with Louise between the present and her future visions, they are presented with suspenseful music. The world leader gives her a phrase that will make him stand down his military, in which she shares over the stolen phone and saves the world. This scene joins in with the broad message of the film, in which Louise realizes that the aliens’ language grants access to be able to see into the future. 

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　XENOMORPH KING x gn human reader

　　　　『　xenomorph king ,, gender neutral human reader    』

　　-> sort of the beginning of having a king xeno s/o ?? pt 1

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, gore warning in a way

　　— some hcs of a xeno king ,, bc ive started watching the alien series ,, and even if ive only seen the queen xeno ,, kinda interested in what the king xeno is like 👁 so heres some hcs of that ,, ig this is a oc sort of xeno ?? named him king

　　— this is a pt 1 ,, since this is more of how you met king n stuff ,, that sort of stuffies and all :) i have been watching the predator movies so hopefully ill be able to start writing for them too !!

• it was kinda confusing how it happened ,, as you were sent to a section of a certain planet with about 4 other people to research about these beings

• thankfully ,, during the process ,, your team hadn't received any injuries from the beings ,, besides getting hit in the head with a flick of their tail when theyd get too close

• even then ,, it wasnt that bad of an injury ,, and having your ship away from the hive kept the xenomorphs from finding out about your existences

• though ,, during your time spent on the foreign planet ,, the queen of the hive had died ,, leaving the rest of the hive to go into panic

• with no queen ,, reproduction would be difficult for the hive ,, as well as no order to be given out ,, and nothing to do ,, which had caused some xenomorphs to act out of line and attack one another

• of course ,, those who acted out were quickly taken care of by the upper ranking xenomorphs ,, who were not only in charge of guarding hosts when face huggers had been attached ,, but also guarding the eggs the queen would lay

• before the queen had died ,, she did lay a large clutch of eggs ,, and so the upper ranking xenos were left to hope that maybe a queen would hatch from one of them

• though a few of the eggs were quick to hatch ,, a small handful had taken quite some time ,, meaning they would be high ranking

• one day ,, a drone had snuck past the high rankings and took off with one of the eggs that had taken quite some time to hatch

• due to this ,, the drone would be hunted down by some of high rankings ,, though the drone bad found a host for the egg before it was killed off

• and the egg had hatched ,, the face hugger had implanted the chest burster ,, and then thats where you had stumbled across it

• the face hugger was long gone ,, but the host had been limping around ,, before it laid down and soon the chest burster came out

• you had watched with fascination ,, the chest burster coming out ,, its body bigger than the average chest burster

• though you werent the only one who spotted it ,, a ‘predator’ they had called them ,, had their eyes set upon the baby ,, ready to quickly exterminate it

• they hadnt noticed you ,, though ,, yet you had noticed them ,, as they had their guard down and camouflage off

• with quick thinking and planning ,, you scooped the chest burster up into your arms and quickly ran off ,, heading towards the hive to return it ,, after all this chest burster could end up being a new queen

• even if the entire xenomorph race was made to destroy and exterminate anything in their path ,, it didnt feel right to you to leave the chest burster alone and in danger

• maybe it was your crazy thoughts finally getting to you ,, maybe you had been away from earth and actual civilization for far too long ,, but you just couldnt let the hive dive further into chaos and helplessness

• after all ,, the queen did hold the whole hive together ,, and without the queen the hive had nothing to do but turn into chaos

• you did successfully get the chest burster to the hive ,, without being caught by the predator or any lurking xenomorphs thankfully ,, and let the chest burster down to the entrance

• it turned its head to the side ,, before making its way towards the hive ,, where you could easily hear a shriek from one of the higher rankings

• a small smile had made its way to your face ,, and soon you left to go back to the ship and to the rest of your crew

• a year later ,, you were out gathering meat from one of the local creatures that had been deamed safe enough for consumption

• whilst out ,, the predator who you had seen before was there ,, unbeknownst to you ,, with a couple of his clan mates

• the word must have spread that humans were on the planet ,, and that one in particular had taken a chest burster with them

• as the yautja were preparing to rid of your existence ,, a lurking xenomorph that had hidden from their radar had popped from its hiding spot

• its crest was big ,, and so was its size ,, mass equivalent to a queen yet a bit smaller ,, however it was too big to be a guardian / knight

• hearing its shriek made you look up ,, seeing the large creature and a few surprised yautja with their camouflage down

• your immediate reaction was to run and hide ,, making your way under some leaves that had grown from the ground ,, large enough to hide your body

• you could hear the fighting from outside ,, the predators talking amongst each other as they would fight against the xenomorph ,, and the louds cries and shrieks from the xenomorph itself

• then it all came to a stop ,, the fighting and the cries from the xenomorph ,, only left with eerie silence

• you put your hands on your mouth ,, afraid of what may happen if whatever was left outside would hear your silent cries and whimpers

• you didnt dare peak out from the brush ,, worried that you may be killed next

• though a light sniffing sound could be heard ,, long claws moving aside the leaves ,, from behind the bushery was what looked to be a queen xenomorph ,, yet its crest was bigger than a queen and its size was smaller

• teeth sharp and snarling ,, saliva dripping to the ground as it sniffed at your form ,, shivering and afraid of the being in front of you

• it stepped back ,, sitting on its hind legs as it waited for you to come out from your hiding space ,, though you were unsure as what to do ,, with the being in front of you and not showing any sign of hostility

• slowly ,, you made your way out from the bush ,, the ground before you mushy from the rain the previous day ,, and to your side laid the predators that had been hunting you

• with the angle you were at ,, you could better identify the xenomorph sitring in front of you ,, as it wasnt a queen but instead a king ,, a rare occurrence for xenomorphs

• this had been a huge change for your studies ,, basking in the beauty of the xenomorph ,, yet he moved from his position ,, standing on his hind legs and front arms moving to grasp you up

• it reminded you of the way you had held the chest burster you found a year ago ,, how similar it looked to the king that had its hold around you

• careful of his long claws ,, he made his way out of the shrubbery and towards where your ship had resided ,, the king set you down upon arrival ,, chest bonking lightly against you as a way to say ‘go’

• confused at your discovery ,, you slowly backed up towards the ship ,, watching as the king xenomorph in front of you had started to move away ,, showing no signs of aggression

• once he was quite far away ,, you made your way into the ship quickly ,, ready to brag about your discoveries to your teammates

[bullshit-in-disguised]

FINALLY BACK WITH MORE FOOD FOR THOUGHTS! Cause I read that very smutty ask lmao.

Okay, but imagine. Tessa and Bumblebee being the older siblings.

Like, the dynamic?? Tessa and Bumblebee being siblings is cool already. But them being the two older siblings and collectively aggreing they'll terrorize mess their younger siblings?? Gold. And at the same time, their overprotectiveness for those kids are beyond that of even their parents. Sure, Optimus can be scarily glancing at you, and Cade would have fire ready in his mouth. But Tessa and Bee is somehow the scarier when combined.

Bee would mess with his siblings by luring them into a race, and he'd obviously win everytime because, duh. The kids get sulky because they got baited. And Tessa is no better because she has that alien gun she constantly outsmarts them and they just know they can never win in an argument against their big sister (Tessa probably enjoys using her big sister privilege card way too often.)

"As the older sister..."

"I'm five times taller than you."

"...You two are obligated to hear my wisdom."

*The kids groan as Opt and Cade chuckles in the distance.*

Tessa and Bee loves to spoil them with attention and love. But if anyone ever messes with them, big sis Tess and big bro Bee will obliterate those who dare touch em make sure none of their little siblings get bullied. They love them because they really are family, and Tessa likely has always wanted a sibling but never got one. So the news of her father carrying children (although scared the living shit out of her because 'Robots can do that!??' and the horrid realization that her dads basically did the mandatory deed one point that knocked Cade pregnant, which damn Cade you have a lot of explaining to do.) Got her all excited because she's finally gotten herself another addition to her weird family.

Also imagine a scene of Tess scolding her siblings and its just two bots with a Bee bending down in forgiveness to a human that's so small in comparison.

And yeah, I think those kids are some of the most protected sparklings in the universe. One of their dads is a PRIME, the other is a beastformer. They have two VERY protective siblings, and a whole list of Autobots crew that is going to pummel anyone who dares to even touch them lmao.

ANON- YER WONDERFUL BRAIN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

HONESTLY ITS SUCH AN ADORABLE AND HILARIOUS THING YOU EVER THOUGHT!

Honestly when she found out that her Dad got knocked up. SHE FREAKED OUT AND BASICALLY JUST SCREAMED.

Like I imagine the interaction went like this

Tessa: WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DAD?!? HOW CAN YOU GET PREGNANT?! YOUR A GUY AND A FUCKING ROBOT, HOW IS THAT PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE?!? LISTEN I GET IT THAT YOU AND OPTIMUS FUCK EACHOTHER A LOT. BUT AGAIN HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!

Cade: WELL TESS YOU SEE YOU KEEP FORGETTING THAT BOTS ARE ALIENS. THEY HAVE OTHER WAYS TO REPRODUCE BESIDES THE FUCKING ALLSPARK. GENDERS MEANS JACKSHIT TO THEM!!! HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHERE THE FUCK THE MINI DINOBOTS CAME FROM?!

Tessa:….Oh…Fuck….

Cade: Yeah learned that shit the hard way when I was on the run…Legendary warriors my ass they act like bunch of Junkyard dogs.

Tessa:…I’m taking a fucking shower and a nap…I just can’t deal with this right now…

Once the shock wears off and a couple of cybertronian biology lessons later. She had to comes to terms that Cybertronians can reproduce regardless of genders. Two they lay eggs. Three she’s going to be a big sister to her robot half siblings. She always wanted to have siblings. But still the robot half siblings are going to be weird as hell.

Honestly Tessa and Bee would be such the best older siblings ever for those kids honestly.

Especially Tessa I can see her spoiling the shit out of her baby sibs-

Unfortunately because how long cybertronian life spans are, unfortunately Tessa would pretty much would not live long enough to see them grow into maturity…but she would take care of them when they’re sparklings tho. But Tess would make lots of videos of herself and the sparkling time on earth. That way when they get older and want to remember their big sis again. They can just watch the videos.

But Bee on the other hand would try his darnest to make sure these kids are well cared for as he tell them stories about Tessa as his adventures on earth before the other bots arrived. Oh yeah he definitely beat them at races.

Tessa gets trampled by her bigger baby siblings lmaoo. While Cade grabs his adorable pit spawns as he scolds them for playing too roughly with their big sister. Optimus teaching them to be very gentle to humans. Despite being babies at this point they are still primes meaning that they stronger than they look.

Also I have the idea that Cade and Optimus’s sparklings (Like bayverse Sparklings are feral as hell) They’re docile, playful and friendly those babs are still a lil dangerous due to their sizes and strength that they have. Like I imagine them just play fighting somewhere in the barn or outside. While one of their parents or caretakers watches them over.

Especially Optimus, he’s extremely overprotective them. Not only these are his and Cade’s offspring but also because these are the next generation of the cybertronian race plus…they’re Primes. They are just like him, descendants of the dynasty of primes, destined to rule cybertron…unfortunately that will never happen due to the War. Unlike Sentinel, Optimus refuses to allow his children to follow in his footsteps. He wants them to choose their own paths in life, never burden with the pain that he went through.

Like homebot was literally overprotective of Cade when he was carrying. Like he refuses to leave Cade’s side cause he’s afraid of losing him and their offspring. It’s understandable why he was so over protective of them. He lost so much in his long life his friends, his soldiers and people that he considered once family (Sentinel and Megatron).

But often he tries his best to teach them the culture and history of the cybertronian race. To make sure that they know their species’s lost culture and not to forget their identity as cybertronians.

Cade is also protective of his babies too. He was literally put on fucking maturity leave when the Autobots were told that Cade was carrying. Cade actually began to make chew toys for this offsprin. Deadass will maul anyone who tries to hurt his damn kids. Also he’s going to make that they are raised right.

Ambulon had to monitor Cade and the Egg’s health to ensure that they were safe.

Also I made a brief descriptions of the unholy Yeager Program spawns-

Samuel Yeager- A timid sparkling who’s weary around others. He often runs to his creators when he feels nervous and is clingy as hell like literally he will not let go of you. But is pretty much a smart cookie and stays close to his sibling. He was named after Sam in honor of his memory. Optimus was the one who named him. In terms of appearance he’s like mini Opt but with green optics and have beast attributes, but is a truckformer like his sire.

Ophelia Yeager- She is the opposite of Samuel in terms of personalities. She’s a fucking puppy. The most social and energetic of the duo, she’s often seen playing with her brother. She loves to explore new places and gets into places where she shouldn’t be. She’s also a lil trouble maker too by playing too rough and stuff but like her sibling she’s smart too. Appearances wise she’s literally a robot baby dragon with blue eyes and a mix of her creators color schemes. She was literally hatched as a whole ass baby dragon with wings. She has a humanoid altmode but doesn’t have a good grasp of how to transform.

[thetopben]

Oh like a symbiotic relationship? That's kinda cool tbh!

Big Chill, or I guess I should call him his species name, Necrofriggian, does lay eggs, but they don't really go through drastically different stages after they hatch. There's no metamorphosis, they just look like smaller versions with slightly different proportions. They emerge, take a moment to rest and let their wings dry, and then fly off into space to feed on radiation and solar energy. On their planet they eventually go back down to the surface once they're matured and they start eating solids, a lot of minerals. I remember I scarfed down a lot of metal.

And they reproduce asexually, about every 70 Earth years they lay a clutch of eggs. I heard it can be anywhere from like 3 to 30, it varies a lot based on how much they can eat ahead of time.

I just become a member of that species! The Omnitrix combines the DNA sample with my DNA, and extrapolates to how I would be if I was naturally born as that species. Though there was a couple times where it sort of made sentient beings, and that was fucked up, but that wasn't Azmuth's watch that was his assistant making a knockoff. Also there's this one species called Ectoneurites, and their consciousness can survive in very small DNA samples, so with the prototype I had first there was just one guy that was stuck in there and that was a very very bad time for everyone involved.

Yeah Azmuth is still alive, but he's also kind of a jerk and gets pretty lost in whatever he's currently doing. Like he's not a bad guy, he's just got his head up his ass a little too far. Comes through when it counts, though. I owe him a lot, and not just because of the tech he gave me. That said, I absolutely invite you to get on his nerves, hahaha!!

It's true 😌 Oh and actually. I don't have any of the traits, but I always forget to mention that I'm only 3/4ths human. My grandma, with the grandpa that's a Plumber, she's an Anodite. Race of magical energy beings from Anodyne. My cousin inherited the "spark" as grandma calls it, though, so she has a bunch of powers all on her own.

Yeah that's the fun part that was actually the whole intention behind the Omnitrix! Azmuth made it so that different species could literally walk a mile in one anothers' shoes. But the second people found out about it, they wanted to weaponize it pretty much instantly. I guess I kind of did, too, but I use it to try to help and protect people instead of, y'know. Conquesty stuff. I was told it was a powerful weapon way before Azmuth could tell me what it was actually for.

The Plumbers started out as an all human thing, but you know, the more time you spend interacting with aliens and the more allies you gain, the more you bring in. They've spread out to all sorts of different planets across the galaxy now, in a sort of space cop thing. Different factions focus on different territories but we all pretty much work together as much as we can.

Yeah, kinda!

I was about to ask what juggalos have to do with that but then I remembered you said the purples have dreams about that stuff so. Man, the universe is weird, haha!

I guess that makes both of us that just have to take his word on it! 😄

i feel like >:3 is unique all unto itself

its the 3 mouth vwhat makes it so impossible to translate

yeah vwe got species here vwhat nuture us but its

different

though among the species that nuture our survvivvin grubs they followw similar patterns to a lot a earth species

i noticed vwe got a lot a similar species here among ourselvves as earth had as vwell

has?

had in my timeline but i suppose has for you

theres merits to it like you ensure the feww offspring you got certainly MAKE it or are leastwways more prepared so thats howw most mammals seem to find success

vwhats big chills lifecycle like do they start as a grublin too

also vwait ok so do you turn INTO that indivvidual SPECIFICALLY like vwith their memories and evverythin and share a body and or mind or do you just become a member a that species

or is azmuth still alivve to ask if you vwanted

vhwat if i asked him ill do it ill absolutely get on his nervves

youre quite fine i am actually familiar vwith earth evven if i forget things since it aint my culture but theres alwways differences among timelines and indivviduals ivve noticed

besides you aint exactly like a typical human either so certainly youvve got quite a bit more to share

especially since youre quite more open and understandin a different species and their lifecycles and social habits and needs

not somethin i run into much among humans but i tend a like keepin those i find vwith that talent around myself

ok so then are the plumbers only human or are they a mix a other species and has it been such vway since conception

though i am glad a hear thats their purpose theyre like the avvengers sort a

hopefully condy nevver becomes a problem for you lot but i think if you got juggalos you should be fine evven if she does

vwhich honestly i hate that i said that at all but accordin a dirk thats more or less howw it vwent

though he likes to fuck around so he could a just said such to fuck vwith me and since i cant vwerify it i just sort a gotta take his vword for such

[iridescentmidnights]

Do they know what a child is? 3/4 Ultimate Alien

The criteria I’m using has three major factors 1) would this race understand what a child is 2) do they raise children or are they born self reliant not needing parents and 3) would they understand developmental cycles of childhood like understanding that Ben is child at 10 and 15 and understand a kid and teen are different that still means a child not an adult. Sometimes I have canon support, sometimes it’s just vibes, sometimes canon contradicts itself so I pick and choose. I have been made unhinged you cannot stop me <3

Going in order:

Gimlinopithecus (Shocksquatch) I understand they are inspired by the Yeti but hear me out the VIBES tell me they’re bear-like in their communities. I think the parents part ways and the mother raises the young and is extremely protective of them. She is ALWAYS around even if you can’t see her and if you go near her kids that would be the last thing you see. I do not believe they have children frequently and wont have more kids if they’re currently raising their current children. I believe they have a complex social structure and are commonly spacefaring.

Geochelone Aeriens (Terraspin) sea turtle alien lays those eggs and hides them well then ditches. They’re born self reliant but live long enough and are intelligent enough to understand what a child is. They are born functionally the same with no development past getting bigger and does not understand development cycles. Not commonly spacefaring

Citrakayahs (Fasttrack) I do not think much of this alien in general. I think they raise their young until they’re old enough to take care of themselves. I also feel like their speed is built up on training and age. I feel they have a lose social structure and live a largely solitary life. They have a very short childhood but still completely understands the concept of child and “growing up”. Commonly a spacefaring race.

Talpaedians (Armodrillo) born defenseless and armor is artificial and made from Slammoids that they hunt as a group. Tightly knit communities they raise and train their young together and give armor to their children when they come of age. Relatively long childhood but they functionally never change so they have no understanding of developmental cycles. They don’t normally like to leave their communities but willing to be spacefaring if hired in groups to do temporary jobs.

Orishians (Water Hazard) similar to Talpaedians except opposite I believe they are very reclusive even to their own race and born almost completely self reliant. I believe they get some guidance on how to defend themselves and grow up on their own fairly young. I also believe they craft and update their armor with the hides of predators and precious metals they scavenge. If spacefaring they excel at mercenary jobs and other occupations that allow them to work alone.

Merlinisapiens (Chamalien) I believe they are born self reliant and are intelligent to understand the concept of a child but mostly views them as defenseless and unintelligent.

Planchaküle (Juryrigg) I think they have a complex social structure and understands what kids are on paper. Specifically I think they see their young as “adults with zero EXP” so they dutifully and gleefully care for their babies and they develop and grow in cycles similar to humans but just don’t think of them as kids just family. I think they have extremely tight knit family groups. No eggs live birth.

Oryctini (Eatle) Born completely self reliant. I imagine either the mothers lay a small clutch of eggs and hides them well and leaves or they are genderless and reproduce asexually after consuming enough martials. I also like to imagine their species is diverse and appearance changes depending on the material eaten. Would not understand the concept of children. Often a spacefaring race hired for jobs like eating garbage or terraforming.

Amperians (Ampfibian) lays thousands of eggs in water and ditches like jellyfish and a lot of frogs. They take turns loosely guarding the eggs. Ironically they’d understand development cycles but I don’t think they’d care about what a child is even if they knew.

Prypiatosian-B (NRG) I see them as genderless and reproduce asexually. I believe they can choose to “mother” children by using their energy and dividing themselves in to imperfect copies effectively ending their own life. The more energy dispersed the more numerous and powerful the progeny are. But they usually only do this when severely low on energy and injured. No understanding of what a child is and born self reliant.

Chronosapiens (Clockwork) “born” self reliant and understands what children are and doesn’t care. I believe they are born from time rifts and SOMETHING originally gave one a mechanical body and then that first one continued to build bodies for others of it’s kind. I believe that original something that built that first body was Paradox seeking companionship. 

I’m not gonna theorize on the Ultimates, they aren’t real species and only one exists of each so I think they can reproduce with whatever they’re the ultimate of and whatever the default can reproduce with. Child rearing would then depend on the couple

[silentsunplays]

Maroon Skin and Golden Eyes

I've posted! Life has been a mess, and everything. But have a fic as I crumble 😂

AO3: Here

Warning: Aliens, NFF, Egg pregnancy

The large room is warm and filled with blankets. When Peter had woken up here, at first he was confused until he remembered where he was. King Anthony's bridal chambers, on planet Tylus. An Avenger mission went wrong, and they started a war with this alien race. Until King Anthony stood, and made everyone freeze in place. The alien king towered over everyone, and at that moment Peter wanted to hide. He didn't get the chance to run, because the King spotted him and made him walk up to the throne. Now, peace between the Tylians and the humans will come, if Peter had agreed to be King Anthony's Mate/Wife. Not having anything to return to Earth for, Peter agreed. Now, he lies in a giant nest of soft things, waiting for the wedding prep to start. Large doors open, and in steps two aliens. One with short gray hair, and one with long white hair.

"Hello, our Queen. How was your rest?" A woman's voice floods Peter's mind. Ah, the one thing he forgot to mention. None of the Tylians know how to talk. Everyone communicates through telepathy.

"Well, thank you. May I know what you're called?" Peter responds, moving to the edge of the giant bed.

"I am called Ned, and she is called MJ. Ready to be bathed and dressed to our traditions?" A male voice sounds in Peter's mind. The curly-headed male nods and takes a blue hand and a silver hand to get out of the bed.

"Ready as I'll ever be. I do have a question, though. How does reproduction work with Tylians?" The human male asks, following the two Tylians to a hidden bathroom.

"The Dominant partner lays eggs inside the Submissive partner fertilizes the eggs and carries them until it's safe to lay them." The woman with Silvery skin, MJ answers, starting the water for a bath.

"Submissives are smaller than Dominants. We are your help because we are Submissives as well." Ned adds. Peter hums and nods, walking down into the bath, squeaking when it lights up. As Peter settles into the bath and lets his mind wander about the planet he's now going to call home. Tylus is an unusual place. The surface of the planet is lush and full of life. However, under the surface, there are cities, and amazing structures. The castle is one of Peter's favorite places. He hasn't really been allowed to leave it since he's agreed to the marriage. A lot of his time has been spent in the bridal chambers.

"You're very pale." MJ comments, her voice in Peter's head making him look at her. He chuckles and shrugs, knowing that his skin is very different from theirs.

"On Earth, this is normal. To me, your skin tones are very different. However, I like it. Your planet is very different from where I am from." Peter explains as MJ's hand comes up to brush against the dusting of freckles on his face.

"Very beautiful." Ned sounds before wetting Peter's hair. Peter hums and his eyes flutter close as his hair is washed, the hands carefully working through the curls. Another set of hands begin washing his body, and Peter relaxes. He lets Ned and MJ work on what they need to.

When he feels the sensation of being picked up, does he open his eyes. MJ carries him to a large round mirror and sets him on a circular pillow. Steady hands dry his body before they move to his hair. He watches as Ned pulls out the wedding outfit, and paints. The dress is a pale blue, and very see-through. Lace panties are set next to him, with the words King's Wife on the ass. After Peter's hair is dry, and looking neat, Ned and MJ start painting gold symbols on his body.

"What do the symbols mean?" He questions, watching as one large symbol is painted onto his stomach.

"The smaller ones stand for Loyalty, Love, Obedience, Trust, and Faith. The large one on your belly stands for Fertility." MJ answers her voice echoing in his head. Peter nods in understanding, knowing that the culture seems to care a lot about children and the future.

The next step is him getting dressed, which is interesting as they help him dress. The panties are first, and they hug his ass. The dress is next and when Peter sees himself in the mirror, he's glad he has panties on. You can see every single thing through this dress.

"The ceremony is almost ready to start. We have time to put jewels on you." Ned states, making MJ grin. Peter watches as Ned pulls a black box from a secret spot in the wall. There's a jeweled collar and a crown in the box. A long silver chain is in the box as well.

Peter watches as the chain necklace and the crown are placed on his head before the box is closed and put in a different hole in the wall. Peter wants to ask where the box was sent but when the doors open, revealing Bucky and Steve, he knows that it's time to start the wedding. He takes a deep breath as it hits him. He's getting married to an Alien. A King.

"Ready, Peter?" Bucky asks, and Peter nods as he grabs onto the metal arm. Ned and MJ lead the way to the grand hall in the castle, and Peter focuses on his breathing. As the music begins to play, the two heroes begin the walk down the aisle. Soft caramel eyes lock with deep gold eyes, and the King stands straighter.

"We could get you out of here. Sneak you back to Earth." Bucky whispers. Peter smiles softly and pats Bucky's arm. He slightly shakes his head.

"No. I will be okay here. Now, I have a wedding to do." Peter answers, just as they reach King Anthony.

The wedding ceremony passes by in a blur, and before Peter knows it, he's sitting on King Anthony's lap for the celebration feast. Humans and Tylians mingle and talk as music plays, willing the somewhat quiet room.

"How does my bride feel?" King Anthony asks, shocking Peter when he actually talks.

"Oh my God, you can talk. How?" Peter squeaks, his eyes wide. Anthony chuckles and kisses Peter's forehead softly.

"I can talk because before I became King, I went to Earth and posed as a human. I learned a lot there. Sadly, I had to return before I could learn as much as I wanted to." Anthony answers, his voice husky and low.

"Oh... As for an answer to your question, I feel fine. A little tired, but nothing too bad. Maybe I'm a little nervous about tonight, knowing that we have to complete our marital duties." Peter states, shivering when a large hand rubs his thighs.

"Have no fears... I won't hurt you." Anthony whispers, nipping at Peter's ear. Peter shivers at the warm breath that brushes against his skin. The hand on his thigh slips higher, Anthony's thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of his thigh.

"Keep rubbing my thigh like that and I'll be begging to go to bed." The human male whispers, making the Tylian King chuckles lowly.

"Maybe that's my plan. Maybe I want to get you to our bed so I can claim you completely. Watch you grow round with my eggs inside of you, knowing only I can get you pregnant. " Anthony growls in Peter's ear, making the human squeak.

"Are we allowed to leave early?" Peter asks, turning to straddle Anthony's lap. He gasps softly when he feels a large bulge under his ass, giving him a slight idea on how big the Tylian King is.

"We are... Shall we go?" Anthony states, his large hands grabbing Peter's ass.

"Take me to bed, My King." Peter giggles as Anthony stands up. The hall falls silent as the King and Queen leave, heading to their bed chambers.

Peter doesn't focus on his surroundings as Anthony walks through the maze of halls. The steady movement created by Anthony walking, and Peter's tempted to fall asleep. However, he knows that he can't, because tonight is important. Turning his head, Peter catches sight of large doors that seem like they're made out of black crystals. The doors slide open when Anthony waves his hand before a hidden rose within the cravings, and Peter wiggles to be set down. This room is far larger than the other that he was staying in. The bed appears to be in a sunken part on the floor, with a mass pile of blankets, pillows, and other soft things. The bathroom is attached, and open to the room, revealing a far bigger bathtub than earlier.

"Why is everything so big?" Peter breathes out, making Anthony chuckle as he makes his way over to the clear crystal doors.

"Because I am so tall. Come, see the view that we have." The alien King rumbles, holding out a hand for Peter to take. His pale skin stands out well against the deep maroon skin of King Anthony. Peter gasps at the view, and the strength that the king holds. Stepping out onto the balcony, Peter takes in the sight of the underground city. The setting suns are seen through a clear crystal to the right, and the silver ocean as well. The city slowly grows dimmer as the suns set, and Peter is in love. He doesn't regret his choice to stay here.

"This is amazing... I love this... Anthony, this is breathtaking." Peter whispers, turning to look up at the Tylian King. Deep gold eyes lock with soft caramel brown, and Peter's heart skips a beat. This man is staring down at him as if he was holding the whole world.

"I am glad that you decided to stay with me... Call me Tony." He states, before slowly leading Peter back inside the room. Peter shivers as the doors close, and he presses closer to his husband, his head just under Tony's chest.

"Kiss me?" Peter asks softly. Tony leans down slightly and pulls Peter into a soft kiss. Pale arms wrap around a deep maroon neck, making deep maroon arms wrap around a pale wait covered in a pale blue dress. The kiss deeps slightly when Peter squeaks when He's pressed against the wall, his legs coming up to wrap around Tony's waist. In that moment, Peter's glad that all Tony is wearing is golden pants, his torso painted with runes, the symbols, as well.

"I want this dress off of you." Tony's voice sounds in Peter's head, making him moan softly. Dirty talking just got a lot more interesting to him. Peter pulls out of the kiss, wiggling slightly so Tony can set him down. Tony lets out a low rumble, a sound that makes his chest light up as Peter's set down.

"You light up?" Peter gasps, touching the light, which makes Tony's golden eyes grow darker. Deep maroon hands grab Peter's making him look up at his husband.

"I do light up. Every Tylian does, however, this is special and only Mates can see it. You will be the only person to ever see me like this." Tony states, his voice sounding deeper. Peter blushes softly, glad that this is a secret between them. He slips his hands out of Tony's hold and reaches up. The alien king takes the hint and pulls the pale see through blue dress off of Peter, leaving the human queen in his panties with the words King's Wife on the ass.

"Are you sure that you're ready for this? Because once we start, I won't stop until you're round with our future children." Tony husks, stepping back. Peter smiles softly and slips into the bed, before looking up at his husband.

"I am ready. I am here as your wife and Queen. Take me and fill me." Peter answers, smiling as Tony slips into the bed as well.

"What kind of King would I be if I denied my Queen?" Tony growls, more of his skin lighting up. Peter grins and pulls the King on top of him, their mouths inches apart.

"A terrible one. Now, breed me, my King." Peter breathes before kissing Tony roughly. The kiss is rough, deep, and when a slick tongue slides into Peter's mouth, he squeaks slightly. Tony's chest rumbles at the noise Peter makes, and the human superhero loves it. Peter pulls out of the kiss to breathe, his chest rises and falls quickly. Kisses are trailed down his neck as Tony's hands start to pull the panties down, leaving the human bare to his husband.

"Now I feel underdressed." Peter teases softly, trailing a hand down Tony's chest. The light on the Tylian grows brighter and it seems to follow his hand.

"I'm only wearing the gold pants. All you have to do is push them down." Tony says, using the mental communication as his mouth latches onto one of Peter's nipples. Peter cries out, his body sensitive because of the spider bite that feels so long ago. A fire starts in his lower stomach as a large hand wraps around his dick, making him cry out once more. A soft flush floods his body, making his skin a soft pink. With all of the pleasure flooding his body, his head starts to feel fuzzy. Nothing bad, just a slight fuzz that seems slightly distracting.

"Don't tease me, please," Peter says, his back arching when Tony nips at his nipples. The Tylian chuckles softly and sits up slightly, staring down at the human.

"I don't plan on teasing... I just want you to fall apart first." Tony husks, pushing his golden pants off, revealing the rest of his body. Peter has to sit up to get a good look, and when his eyes settle on Tony's cock, he bites his bottom lip. The deep maroon cock is ridged, long, and has a knot at the base. The head of the cock gives away the fact that he's going to be pumped full of eggs. Peter reaches out, trailing a finger along Tony's cock, watching as the skin there lights up as well.

"Fuck..." Peter whispers, looking up at Tony. Once golden eyes lock with deep caramel eyes, and Peter knows he's in for a long night. A large hand grabs the ties in Peter’s hair and lets the curls free. Peter’s pushed back into the soft nest like bed, Tony kissing him roughly as they fall back. The large deep maroon body covers Peter’s body, and warmth surrounds the human. Large hands settle on Peter’s thighs, and spreads them apart before a hand slides down and a finger rubs at his entrance. Peter gasps when the finger slides in, his hole slick.

“Wait… How?” The human male moans, rocking his hips as the finger sinks in deeper. Tony chuckles, kissing up Peter’s neck.

“It was in your drink. It had a Tylian aphrodisiac in it. It will amp up your sex drive, and slick you up so you don’t get hurt.” Tony explains, licking the shell of Peter’s ear. His finger slowly rubbing at Peter’s walls. Peter wiggles his hips wanting more.

“Makes a lot of sense,” Peter breathes as another finger slowly works its way alongside the first finger. Tony chuckles and leans down, taking one of Peter’s nipples into his mouth. Peter tangles his hands into Tony’s hair, moaning. His body happily accepts Tony’s fingers, pleasure sparking up his spine. Dreams can’t compare to the real thing.

Pleasure courses through the human's body as his husband brings him higher. The fire in Peter's belly burns hotter, and the fuzzy feeling in his head grows stronger. Fingers press against his prostate, and fire courses through his veins. As Peter comes apart on Tony’s fingers, a scream fills the room, cum painting his belly and chest. His eyes flutter open as fingers slide out of his body.

With the feeling of something slick pressing against his entrance, Peter tugs on Tony’s hair, earning a bite on his chest as the Tylian King pushes into his human mate. Peter gasps softly, before he relaxes, letting his Alien husband in. Tony releases one of Peter's nipples and lifts his head. He smiles softly, showing off the sharp canines.

"How do you feel?" Tony asks, when he completely bottoms out. Peter hums and focuses as much as he can on his body. He feels full, and his head is fuzzy. A thick fuzzy, making it hard to focus.

"S'good. Full." Peter slurs, making Tony chuckle softly. Hands wrap around Peter's thighs, and his legs wrap around Tony's waist.

Tony starts thrusting, the pace steady and slow at first. Peter's hands grab onto Tony’s shoulders, trying to ease up on the bouncing. Tony’s glowing skin lights up the small area around them, creating a beautiful scene.

The thrusting grows harder and faster, making the heat between the two lovers burn hotter. Sparks literally fly when their hands touch each other’s skin, and the glow on the alien king’s skin starts to glow brighter. Both are so close to the edge, the human in tears, and the alien knows that it’s getting close to time. Peter screams as he falls apart, painting his and Tony’s chest with his seed as Tony’s knot pops locking them together. Peter shivers as something medium-sized and round is deposited into his body. It starts off slow at first, but as Peter gets used to it, the feeling seems to go faster.

With a shaking hand, Peter touches his stomach, moaning softly at the feeling of how round and hard his belly is. He looks up at Tony, watching as the glowing fades. The room growing dark once more. Peter hums and pulls Tony close, the Tylian King rolling them to their sides. Peter’s eyes grow heavy as the long day catches up to him.

“Sleep, my Queen.” Tony whispers, his voice showing how tired he was as well. Peter curls up to his husband, and lets sleep take him away.

Peter wakes up to a bright room, and a hand carding through his hair. Eyes flutter as he looks up, smiling when his eyes lock with golden eyes. Tony’s still by his side.

“Risen Suns, My Queen.” Tony whispers, leaning down to kiss Peter’s forehead. Peter hums happily and reaches a hand out to his husband.

“Risen Suns? Is that how Tylians greet each other during the day?” He asks, making Tony chuckle. Large hands lift Peter up, making him realize the weight in his middle. He looks down, taking in the sight of the small swell of his stomach.

“It is. It’s a way to wish luck upon others as well.” Tony explains, a hand rubbing the swell Peter has.

“That’s really amazing. I like the meaning behind it.” Peter responds, watching Tony’s hand.

“Most enjoy the phrase… How do you feel?” The alien asks, looking down at his wife.

“I feel well-rested. Almost as if I’ve slept for days.” Peter answers. He looks up at Tony and smiles softly.

“I think it’s time for us to get up and get moving. We have a lot of things to do today.” Tony says before he stands up, leaning down to scoop up his wife. Peter laughs, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck. The alien carries them to the bathtub that Peter saw last night, the tub already full and the pink water warm.

The pink water is what caught Peter’s eye when they first landed on the planet. While everyone else had gotten off the ship to find food, Peter ran to the water, leaning over the cliff to watch the water, and what lived under the surface. Making eye contact with a dragon sends a chill down your spine, especially if the mermaid on their back smirks at you. Thinking about it, it was after seeing the mermaid did the Tylians appear.

After the bath, Peter is dressed in a gold dress, the material soft on his skin. Tony dresses in gold pants, these pants darken than the ones he wore last night. Together, the couple makes their way out of their rooms and head to the throne room. Workers in the castle bow as Tony and Peter pass, some stopping to stare when they see Peter’s belly.

“Why are they staring?” Peter asks, glancing up at Tony. The Tylian King looks down and smiles slightly.

“They stare because they’ve never seen someone become a carrier so fast.” He responds, glancing down at Peter’s belly, the small swell standing out with how the dress clings to the human’s skin. Peter hums, his hands going to the swell and rubbing there. How strange Peter’s life has become.

The doors to the throne room open, revealing Tylians and the Avengers. Both sides look mad, and Peter has to sigh.

“Enough. What is the problem here?” Peter asks, stepping forward. A woman with silvery skin and long white hair steps forwards and Peter has to bite back a grin. MJ is here.

“My Queen, risen suns. We have been standing here, awaiting to hear word from you and our King. As we can see, all went well. As we were waiting, the humans showed up and started asking questions.” MJ explains, her voice filling Peter’s head.

“Risen suns, MJ. I take it nobody waited for answers?” Peter asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Most do not know how to wait for answers if they are not seeking them truly.” Tony’s voice sounds in Peter’s mind, and the human queen watches as Tylians nod their heads. Peter turns to look at his husband and raises an eyebrow.

‘Talk about mental superpowers.’ Peter muses mentally.

“I can hear you, my dear.” Tony’s voice fills Peter’s head, making the human laugh. He turns to look at the Avengers, humming slightly. Bucky won’t look at Peter, and Steve looks pissed. Nat looks happy to see that Peter is alive and well. Bruce looks like he has so many questions just for Peter, and the human queen wants to answer them. Peter starts making his way over to the rest of the humans, making the Tylians in the room tense up.

“Can I ask why you didn’t wait for anyone to respond to you before you started yelling at my people?” Peter asks, looking mainly at Steve.

“We just wanted to know where you were, Peter,” Bucky says, stepping forward. Peter raises an eyebrow and watches as the older male reaches out to touch him. Peter sidesteps the hand, something in him screaming to not let Bucky touch him.

“I was in bed, with my husband. Now, if that is all. I believe you’re supposed to be packing to leave soon. Bruce, you may stay. I would like to talk to you as would my husband.” Peter says, making the human scientist grin. As the rest of the heroes from Earth leave the room, Bruce steps forward.

“You are the scientist called Bruce Banner, yes?” Tony asks out aloud, making Bruce blink up at the King.

“I am. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you knew how to talk allowed?” Bruce says, making Tony chuckle. Peter smiles and hums softly.

“I had the same reaction last night, Dr. Banner. He was on Earth for a while, surprisingly.” Peter explains, making Bruce look at Peter.

“Dr. Banner, I would like you to stay on Tylus and become a leading scientist here. Besides, I am sure your carrier would be pleased to finally see you.” Tony says.

“Wait… Carrier?” Bruce asks, blinking up at Tony, who smirks.

“Of course. I am not the only Tylian to travel to Earth, and I won’t be the last. Now, would you like to meet your carrier?” The maroon skin alien male asks, making Bruce slowly nod. Peter laughs and grabs Bruce’s hand, the two humans walking behind King Anthony. Bruce’s eyes are wide as they leave the castle.

“Oh my God! This place is amazing!” Bruce says, pulling Peter with him to the railing. Both humans take in the sight before them. The city is bright, and above them, a clear crystal shows the two suns high in the sky. The ground lights up as they walk, making Bruce and Peter laugh. The city is busy, and Tylians stop to bow to their King and Queen.

Coming up to a large building, Bruce fidgets slightly. Peter smiles softly and kisses Bruce’s cheek. His friend looks at him and smiles softly, bumming their foreheads together. Bruce has always seen Peter as his little brother, and nothing seems to have changed that.

“King Anthony! What a pleasant surprise!” A voice booms as the trio steps into the building. Bruce and Peter peak around the maroon skin Tylian King to look at the other Tylian. This Tylian has deep olive green skin, black eyes, and purple hair. They’re just as tall as Tony, but it’s hard to tell if they are male or female.

“Dr. Emery, risen suns. I have brought my Queen, so that you may meet. I also happened across your child with the humans.” Tony says, chuckling at the messy-looking Tylian. The olive green Tylian, Emery, blinks and looks at the humans behind their King. Peter waves, smiling softly. Bruce flushes and waves shyly. Bruce grew up without either parent, his grandmother raising him, then later his grandmother’s great-niece, May Parker. It’s how Bruce has always seen Peter as a brother.

“Can humans change gender? My child came out of the egg as a female.” Emery asks, moving closer to Bruce to look him over. Bruce flushes harder, his skin turning green slightly as well.

“After surgeries, yes…. I’m Bruce Banner,” Bruce utters, fidgeting more. A lot of people didn’t know that Bruce was born as Willow Banner, and Peter helped keep it that way.

“Amazing! Tylians can change gender at will, so I had to ask. I didn’t know if that trait was passed onto you or not. Fear nothing, my child, because Tylians do not judge. By Earth standards, I was born as a male, but I never identified as that. I prefer the term… Non-Binary I believe it was.” Emery says, making Bruce’s jaw drop. Peter grins before he looks up at Tony, who smiles back.

“Seriously!? Is that why the other guy is literally a guy?” Bruce exclaims, his skin turning greener. Peter lets go of the half Tylian’s hand before he moves over to his husband. The King and Queen watch as parent and child interact, and Peter smiles softly. Bruce’s lighter green skin is amazing compared to the deep olive green on Emery’s arm.

“Could be! Tell you what, let’s find out. I assume you’re staying here?” Emery asks, hope shining in their eyes. Bruce nods rapidly, and Peter smiles. His older brother is staying, and he’s so excited.

“Well, since you two are going to be learning about one another, my wife and I will leave you be. Blessed partings.” Tony says, making Emery bow to them. Bruce waves before he follows his parent deeper into the building. Peter smiles softly and follows Tony out of the building. Life is going to be good here.

Seven lunar cycles pass by quickly as Peter settles in with his new life. As time passes, the new Queen learns a lot about his new home and that he can project his thoughts like the other Tylians because Tony is his husband. As time passes, the swell on Peter's belly grows, and he can feel the eggs grow as well. Life is good on Tylus.

"Peter! Good news, Emery and I have figured out a way to get the eggs out without having to cut you open." Bruce exclaims, walking into Peter's private study. The Queen looks up from his work and smiles softly at his older brother figure. In the seven lunar cycles, Peter has watched as Bruce stopped stressing the two personas, allowing Bruce to fully grow into the half Tylian he is. He’s taller than Peter is now, by a lot, but still shorter than most Tylians.

“Oh? And what is the way that you’ve figured out?” Peter asks, watching as Bruce sits on the open couch. Peter struggles to get up for a moment before he waddles over to his soft chair to sit down in it, across from Bruce.

“We created pills that will change your gender, so you can push the eggs out of the womb your body made on your wedding night. You will become intersex, and so far, the change is permanent.” Bruce explains, holding up a bottle of pills. Peter raises an eyebrow, thinking it over. He doesn’t really see a downside to the pills, and he’d be considered a Carrier anyways.

“Alright. Let’s see how the pills work. Will I be in any pain?” The human Queen asks, reaching out to take the bottle of pills.

“No. It’s supposed to activate the suppressed Tylian genes in your bloodline, so your body can change.” Bruce explains. Peter hums, thinking about his odd family line. Apparently, Peter’s great-great-grandfather on his mother’s side was half Tylian. Bruce and Emery started working on how to pull on Peter’s Tylian genes. It definitely explains the spider powers though, and how they got stronger on an alien planet.

“I hope this works then. Help me up? It’s nearly time for the winter fall. Tony wants me to be the one to light the crystals.” Peter says. Bruce nods and carefully pulls Peter up. The small male opens the pill bottle and takes a pill. He shivers as the pill warms his body before the two make their way out of the castle.

The city below them is buzzing and full of life. The winter fall is important for Tylus because the winter fall brings about the birthing process. Even though the surface is under snow, and the suns are in hiding for the cold season, the world underground is full of life. Every Tylian prepares their homes for the eggs that are going to be laid. The eggs are going to be in nests and warmed until the suns have risen once more. Most Tylians lay around fifteen to twenty eggs. Sadly, only three or four end up making it to hatching. Peter’s been reading up on everything he can, with the help of the royal advisor, Pepper.

Tylians bow to Peter as he passes by, a lot of them stopping to just stare at Peter’s round belly. Most Carriers don’t really show when they are carrying, but because Peter is so much smaller than Tylians, he does show. Peter knows that everyone is amazed to see how big the eggs have grown in their Queen.

The city center is busy with workers as a stage is set up. Tony directs how everything is supposed to be set up. The area is decorated to the last crystal, and Peter loves it. It makes him think of a county fair. With food stands, face paint stands, clothing stands, and little games; the whole sight just makes Peter so excited.

“My Queen, there you are. Hello Bruce.” Tony says, smiling at his wife. Peter smiles and reaches out a hand, which Tony takes and kisses.

“My King, glad to see you well. Bruce and Emery have found a way to get the eggs out without having to cut me open.” Peter says, making Tony look at Bruce, who nods. The Tylian King smiles and nods his thanks to Bruce, who nods back. Bruce bumps his forehead against Peter’s, making the human smile. The King and Queen watch as Bruce walks away.

“Tonight, everyone is going to start preparing to lay eggs. Are you ready?” Tony asks, making Peter look up at him and smile.

“Yes. I mean, this is going to start our family, and I am so excited.” Peter answers, rubbing his swollen stomach.

By the end of winter fall, Peter laid six eggs. By the time the suns rose once more, three children were born out of the six.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎. ҂ 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

back by popular demand! xx thank you for supporting my ramblings! this is kind of filler.. sorry...

pairing: dream x fm!reader

warnings: blood, slight angst, using ccs real names, guns

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Clay pushed himself to sit away from the wall, dragging you up with him. “How can you not hear that?” He urged mildly. Fear began to pick at your nerves as you noticed the same reactions filling the shelter. Nick stood up, following some of the other guys who heard whatever they were talking about. Clay slipped from your grasp. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered and you grabbed his hand. His eyes flashed a different color as he looked at you.

A few of the women followed the group, attempting to get their companion’s attention before one of them opened the shelter door.

Your eyes grew wide as the crowd moved from the shelter. It seemed that only the women in the bunker were protesting against leaving the shelter, the men focused on shrugging out of their hold. The night sky was lit up by a foreign object you had yet to lay eyes on, Clay’s figure blocking most of your vision as you were sandwiched between him and Nick. You could feel your heart beating in your ears, your grip tightening around Clay’s arm. 

The crowd spread out in the field near the bunker, gaze cast towards the northern sky where a large planet hovered on the horizon line. You covered your mouth in shock, slinking backward as a few of the women screamed. The bright spots on its surface reflected in the eyes of the men across the field from you. You yanked on Clay’s arm, attempting to pull him back into the safety of the bunker with you. 

He turned, an amazed smile flashing to his face as he looked down at you. It was only then that you noticed the crimson lines of blood draining from his ears. “Can you hear that?” He asked, voice raspy and verklempt. You furrowed your brows, your chest rising and falling unevenly as your mind raced to figure out what was happening. Clay’s soft hair moved in the night breeze, his features looking sharper as the light from the planet cast shadows across his face. 

His face dropped suddenly, his brows knitting together as his breathing seemed to slow. You reached out to touch his face but instead, his eyes rolled and he collapsed into your arms. Nick dropped to his knees beside you as well, forcing you to reach an arm out so he didn’t face plant in the dirt under your feet. You swore under your breath as Clay’s weight forced you into a sitting position. As you held him to your chest, keeping a tight grip on Nick’s t-shirt, you hiccuped, hot tears beginning to stream down your face. 

You sat, waiting for them to wake up, for what felt like hours. Various women were wailing, while others smoked stale cigarettes and paced, theorizing what the planet could be doing. You drug your fingers through Clay’s hair, your other hand cramping from its hold on Nick’s shirt. You’d pulled him closer to settle his head on your leg beside Clay. You felt like a mother hen guarding her chicks against the winter. 

You hated it. 

One woman stood with her hands on her lower back, staring up at the planet. Every few minutes, she held her palm out to it, spreading her fingers out wide before biting her cheek and continuing to stare. You inhaled and attempted to soothe yourself by holding the boys closer to you. “They’ll wake up,” she said, her voice breaking into a quietness you hadn’t realized had settled over the field. You looked up at her, rubbing your cheek on your sleeve to rid yourself of salty tear tracks. “The big one, he still has eye movement.” You looked down at Clay, noticing her fact. He looked as if he were dreaming up the plot of a new Lord of the Rings book. 

You sighed in relief, pressing your cheek against his forehead as your hand loosened on Nick, fingers brushing his collarbone softly. It was then that you realized how warm he was. Your brain switched into panic mode as you touched his forehead, his skin burning beneath your hand. You pulled his hat off his head and set about pulling his hoodie off. 

The woman joined you at your side. “He has a fever. We have to-” you bit your lip as more tears threatened to spill. You were so tired of crying, but for some reason, you couldn’t help it. Especially now, as the lives of the man you loved and a dear friend were literally in your hands. “We have to get it down,” you managed, fingers yanking at the material. “He could die.” 

The woman settled a hand on your shoulder, slowing your movements. She removed Nick’s hoodie, balling it up and pushing it beneath his head. “He’s going to be okay. Obviously, his body’s fighting something off,” she assured. “You should move around a bit. So your legs don’t go completely numb.” 

You shook your head, looking back toward the two. “No, I can’t leave them,” you answered softly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her nod in understanding. “What were you doing over there?” You asked, nodding to where she was previously standing. 

She moved to sit cross-legged, turning her head to look back up at the planet. “I was seeing if it was moving,” she responded. “I swear I’ve seen it before. Like in a book or something.” You nodded at her words slightly. “I think it’s Callisto, one of Jupiter’s moons.” 

You dragged your sleeve across Clay’s cheek, wiping away the dried blood. “Callisto…” you repeated, attempting to jog your memory if you’d heard of it before. “So NASA was wrong, huh?” You joked, attempting to be light-hearted, but your voice reflected a dark sadness from the depths of your chest instead. 

She shrugged with a small grin on her face. “Unless it wiped us out completely as this is your hell for eternity.” You snapped your eyes to her, making her laugh. “I’m joking. Unless this is my hell,” she joshed. “It depends on what you believe is real or not, I guess.” 

You shut your eyes, a shaky breath rippling through you. “Please stop talking.” 

Before she could say something else, Clay’s eyes snapped open. He muttered your name almost as if he didn’t believe it was you. He turned his head towards where Nick was laying. “Nick?” His voice cracked slightly as he sat up. He looked at you as if asking what was happening before he turned to peer up at the planet again, his eyes shifting to a more brilliant green as if it evoked something within him. You watched his irises shift towards a glowing color before he looked at you again. 

Nick stirred in your arms before shivering. You rested your hand against his forehead once again, the heat of his body becoming more alarming. Clay was on his feet, looking quickly around the field as various people woke up, startled just as he was. You gently moved from beneath Nick, letting his head rest on his jacket as you moved to comfort Clay. He pulled you into his arms and you could hear his heart beat against his rib cage. Everything was beginning to happen so quickly as you stood on your toes to peer over Clay’s shoulder, watching as various men began to act strangely. 

You heard Nick mumble Clay’s name, causing you to break away from him to look behind you. As you did so, Nick grabbed your arm gently, his hand searing the flesh of your forearm. You let out a muted scream, yanking your hand from his as his worried eyes burned a bright orange.

THREE YEARS LATER

You tied your hair back, staring back at your reflection in the dirty mirror. It was the Callisto Anniversary, therefore you couldn’t help but think of what you used to look like; practically a child compared to who you were now. You almost glared at the scars on your arms from those nights when you all thought the world was ending. You wet your lips, tugging on your jacket and propping open the door of your bedroom before carrying yourself down the long hallway. Various people greeted you from their rooms as you passed by their opened doors. 

As you trudged down the various flights of stairs, you silently repeated the words of the cultists' propaganda posters covering the walls in the stairwell. You passed them every day; hating them more each time you saw them. You’d only let them hang the posters after they threatened to burn down the hotel, thus eliminating yours and several hundreds of other people’s homes and businesses. 

After the planet, which you now knew for sure was the moon Callisto, settled into the Earth’s night sky, reports of enlightened men popped up everywhere. The male population seemed to be a favorite of Callisto’s as most of them possessed some kind of power, whether useless or beneficial. Conspiracy theorists believed it was because of the creatures in the water beneath its surface attempting to create a new generation of Poseidon's sons. With the moon ruining Earth’s power supply, it was difficult to experiment and prove various theories. 

It’s the radiation, some would say. 

It’s a government conspiracy. 

It’s an alien experiment. 

You’d heard it all. The only thing you were certain of was what Eden told you, the woman you’d met when Callisto appeared. She was convinced of the Poseidon theory; though rather scornfully. “One more thing to strengthen male privilege...” She often accounted. She’d worked as a biology professor before the day of reckoning, therefore she could tell you the chicken came before the egg and you’d believe her. She explained the phenomenon of Callisto as a result of the ocean tides and gravitational pull, yet couldn’t figure out how Callisto could travel 4.3 AUs and why Earth would be its landing place. 

Your feet thumped against the cracked linoleum of the hotel lobby, the various dividers failing to provide sound barriers between the various groups of engineers and their counterparts as they worked and chattered. After finding the hotel, you’d given most of its space to Eden and her team as well as the brutes working for you. 

You grabbed an apple from one of the food stations before following the sound of Eden’s voice as she argued with someone about the patterns of Callisto in the sky. A radio lulled from the table in the middle of her chaos. She tugged her dull blonde/gray hair back into a ponytail before massaging her aging temples with two fingers. 

The front doors opened, ringing the small bell attached to one of the handles and drawing your attention. The group of men shrugged out of their wet jackets or shook out the rain out of their hair. You scanned the group from Clay’s white ski mask, an intimidating feature that signified who he was. Just as you had given up, he pushed through the crowd, pushing his mask on top of his head. You waved at him and he brightened before walking towards you. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, the smell of the Earth hanging against his damp clothing. 

“I saw something while I was out, and I’ve had a rough time keeping it in my head,” he stated with a slight chuckle, mindlessly asking you to follow him to one of the tables with a few workers. You watched him silently as he fished into the barrels of spare gun parts before throwing what he’d found on the table. The people around you paused what they were doing. Clay’s eyes began to glow, the green almost iridescent as the pieces began to morph together before shaping a new kind of gun. 

That’s really what your group was known for: arms manufacturing and dealing. 

Clay built them and you had the connections to sell them. On paper, it was simple. 

Clay held the gun in his hand, turning it over and looking down at you for praise. You furrowed your blows slightly. “Does it work?” You asked, making him shrug and bump a clip into it before firing it at one of the walls. 

You sighed. “How many times do we have to talk about shooting inside?” He giggled sheepishly at your words. You examined the gun in his large hand, trying to place where you had seen it before. It was a souped-up version of whatever you had previously seen. 

“Looks like a cop gun to me, Dream,” a familiar voice stated, making Clay chuckle proudly before looking up to see Nick with his arms crossed. Clay quickly tucked it into the back of his belt and Nick rolled his eyes. “Sorry, I meant to radio in on my way but I got caught in the storm.” 

You swatted off his apology and hugged him. “It’s good to see you, Sapnap,” Clay lightened. The boys had begun using their radio call names as if they got them from their mothers. “Happy Callisto Day,” Clay charmed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as Nick picked up a gun piece. 

Nick’s eyes flashed to the burn scar on your wrist from him. The fever he had was due to his power. Clay always teases him with nicknames like Prince Zuko and Warren Peace for it. “Have you guys seen Karl? I have a friend that figured out how to make something similar to nail polish.” 

You snorted. “He should be hovering around Eden,” you answered, gesturing to the opposite corner of the lobby space. 

After Nick parted, Clay turned back to you. “I think I found a way to get supplies into the East Sector…” he mumbled, just audible enough for you to hear. You perked an eyebrow at him. The East Sector had been closed off to any kind of weaponry, but that didn’t mean the demand wasn’t high. It was a farming community outside of the city where most of the religious zealots lived and based the Cult of Callisto. 

You chewed the inside of your cheek. “How dangerous is this  way  you’ve found?” 

Clay smirked slightly. “They call him Techno. He’s a chlorokinetic. Apparently, he kills people and turns them into plant food too,” he stated, wiggling his eyebrows. “Plus, he’s an enemy of Quackity’s group.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the table behind him. 

“So, pretty dangerous, then?” You simplified. 

He smiled slightly. “In a fun way…” 

[knights-unwelcommentary]

Troll language rules theory

Words that are the same as ours:

-Highblood lingo includes all human words except anatomy terms, time, romance and some other words exclusive to Alternia

-Coffee, numbers, feelings except romantic ones, naturally occurring structures, places and phenomena (caverns, sea, etc), verbs, weapons, anatomy terms, most candy, most fruit, most clothes, some fish, some insects

-Some TV series and celebrities with the added “Troll” before the name

Words that are descriptive or synonymous versions of ours:

-Vegetables

-Animals (generally related to a unique characteristic or sound; might contain beast,  vermin, creature, fiend, fowl or bug)

-Parts of the house (block replaces room) , artificially occurring structures (like bridges)

-Movies, books, drinks except coffee, kitchenware, tools, accessories, appliances and decoration

-Bicycle, skateboard, pedestrian conveyance and others

Words that are apparently the same to ours but with different meaning and nuance:

-Romantic feelings

-Buckets

-Day and night inverted as well as related terms

Portmanteaus

Quadrants

Jobs (generally mixes sections of words from a violent job or activity with normal one). A theory for job naming convention is further discussed in the linked post

Compound words and completely new terms

-Food (often related to grub which is mostly used as flour, meat and sauce)

-Some anatomy terms

-Time (seasons, festivities, sun cycles)

-Punctuation marks

-Motorized vehicles

-IT related items (like cartridges, TV and computers)

-Money

[cerezsis]

What I Hoped Would Be Impossible

Chapter Five: Somebody’s Watching Me

Missy keeps an eye on her oldest friend.

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The plan was going perfectly. Reunite the Doctor and Cecilia Song: check! Set a Blitzer loose in London: check! Gift the two of them Clara Oswald: check, checkity, check! While the minds of the dead were being uploaded to the Nethersphere, Missy kept an eye on the three of them, watching as they went about on their adventures.

One of them nearly caused the plan to crumble. While the destination had been an alien planet a few galaxies over, the Doctor’s ineptitude had instead brought them to early 22ndcentury Earth. A super volcano was about to erupt, thanks to an alien beast turning it into a nest. The mother had fled not long after laying the egg, but the volcano had become more active the closer it came to hatching time. There was a bunch of mumbo jumbo about mass devastation and the dangers of a giant, alien monster roaming the Earth, but Missy got bored and tuned out for a while. It wasn’t until Clara and Cecilia started arguing that she started paying attention again.

“I wish there was another way, I really do,” Cecilia sighed, appearing to be rigging up a series of micro explosives, “But that creature is a predator foreign to this planet. If we let it hatch, I can’t guarantee the safety of your species.”

“Our species,” Clara angrily reminded her, “You’re human too!”

“Clara-”

Meanwhile, the Doctor was being unusually silent, hovering around in the background. It was admittedly strange to see, and Missy had to wonder what purpose this served. Why had he let his daughter take charge this time?

“You don’t know anything about the creature!” Clara continued to argue, “And you’re just going to kill it?”

“You’re right, I don’t know anything about it. Do you not understand why that’s dangerous? Why it could mean doom for the entire planet?”

“Could. It could be! It could also be harmless!”

“What is it that you’re struggling to comprehend?” Half tossing the tools in her hand onto the table, it was clear she was reaching the end of her rope. “I’m not about to gamble the fate of humanity on the slim change it might be docile! It’s an invasive species, it lacks the thinking compacity of an intelligent race, and it’s endangering the population! You’re being unreasonable, and deep down I think you know that.”

Silent a moment, Clara slowly shook her head, eyes wide and pleading.

“You told me once about your mother’s sacrifice,” she finally spoke, “You said she died so you could live. How would she feel if she saw you now, about to kill something that hasn’t even had a chance to live?”

The silence that fell was heavy, deafening almost. For a moment, Cecilia was frozen, staring at Clara with wide eyes and her jaw clenched. Once able to fully comprehend the words, her eyes narrowed into a piercing glare, face twisting into a dangerous scowl. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, and she radiated such anger that her body began to tremble.

“How dare you,” she growled, “How fucking dare you!”

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[republictrooper]

So. This episode, huh? I think I may call this the first time SNW genuinely misstepped for me. While I appreciate a good bit of scifi horror. I feel like the main plot especially fell into the trap of just... not trying to be Star Trek like other episodes have. Like, it’s hard to articulate. Maybe the best way I can put it is, It felt like they leaned way too hard on the worst aspects of Nu Trek: Brainless action, irredeemable villains, characters acting to what the plot needed rather than staying true to their characters.

The Good:

Pike cooking breakfast for the crew will FOREVER be my favorite thing. Just... that sense of family and togetherness that has always been Starfleet at its best, combined with Pike’s IMMACULATE Dad energy? I mean, come on.

It is a little silly that he knows about station wagons and family roadtrips when we dont even make station wagons anymore in 2022 AFAIK, but again. IMMACULATE Dad Energy, so I’ll let it pass.

Hemmer’s advice to Uhura, and Spock dealing with his Human side were both excellent set-pieces I imagine will pay off in spades in future seasons. I appreciated how it deepened Spock’s struggle with his humanity and his and Christine’s relationship on the one hand (I cried when they hugged at the end, ngl), and revealed more about Uhura and why she stayed in Starfleet after all.

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The... Eh?

I think in the end though I loved Hemmer and would have liked to see him stay, I appreciate that his character arc was clear and well defined. We got his talks with Uhura that offered insight into his character, into what he believed and why he stayed in Starfleet, and understood how his ending was used both to demonstrate that facet of his character as well as move forward development for other characters, especially Uhura and Spock.

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The Bad

I understand Sam Kirk wasnt necessarily really fleshed out before now, but like, previous appearances in this season at least showed him kind, adventurous, and brave. So making him the guy who breaks down and gets angry seems like a weird choice. Maybe getting knocked out by the egg affected him more than they showed us? Besides, getting angry and weirded out by Spock’s lack of emotion is MCCOY’S job.

Maybe this is why Spock never let on he knew about George? Just kinda didnt like the guy after he was a jerk on that one Gorn planet? If nothing else between getting knocked out by the egg and letting his emotions run wild here, he seems pretty obviously better suited for lab work, that’s for sure.

I’m also not completely sure I buy the way La’an was. Just went from angry to angrier, then suddenly “gotta help this girl,” I really didn’t follow her? If I didn’t know any better, it almost felt like an excuse to get off the show by making Oriana an easy excuse. Which seems weird, because Chong is a great actress and La’an, despite being burdened by a bit too much “LOOK SHES CONNECTED TO THAT BELOVED CHARACTER” type backstory, had potential. Hopefully we see her back sooner rather than later in  Season 2?

And then, whew. The Gorn, huh?

I mean, on one hand, I appreciate alien races that are more... alien. How would a Parasitic race that must lay multiple eggs in a living host, and apparently mutates to “egglaying” age in mere weeks, survive and propagate the race once they became sapient? What traditions, cultures, and ethical considerations would arise around that, and how would that differ from a more humanoid style race that has live birth with young that need decades to mature?

Unfortunately, theyre going the kind of easy route it feels like - turn them into the villains, like a combination of the Krogans and the Xenomorphs, angry, evil predators who believe in kill or be killed, survival of the fittest, thinking nothing of killing fellow sapients by the bushel. I mean, you’re telling me they deliberately seek out and use other sapients rather than just like, farming some type of non-sapient cattle or even figuring out a tech solution?

I know you can argue these specific Gorn are kind of “feral,” in theory, but that doesn’t explain away the breeding planet La’an’s family died on.

I guess we’ll see how they develop them in other seasons. We could get some sort of strange flip in perspectives. Maybe it turns out the “Breeding Planets” are places where Gorn have gone feral without the guidance of the rest of the race and they DO generally lay their eggs in non-sapient hosts and have more organized and civilized nurseries instead of this weird “LEAVE THEM TO KILL EACH OTHER AND FIGHT FOR ALPHA” thing that has never been great and, assuming it comes from the “Alpha Wolf” theory, is based on a faulty scientific study that the author repented of later in his life?

I dunno. Star Trek is always best when its about building bridges, and this just seems like a race tailored made to just be the faceless evil enemy.

It’s a good sci-fi horror story, but it’s not necessarily Star Trek in my mind, you know?

I mean, I guess killing a bunch of redshirts is technically pretty classic Star Trek, but not sure about their angle on the Gorn tbqh.

Also, the number of “main” cast members who were kind of written off the show this episode???? It kind of uncomfortably reminds me of writing off Tasha Yar or Jadzia Dax, and I REALLY hope it wasnt a case of that.

Like I said, I understand why they killed Hemmer and felt he had a decent arc, though its a bummer they killed off such great disabled rep.

Writing off La’an and Uhura so soon is kind of weird though. Uhura makes a little more sense, she was always just on a temp assignment, so maybe this is just them resolving that so she can be back as an ensign and they can continue that storyline without worrying about the cadet weirdness. La’an, a little less so. It doesn’t seem like it should be so important she finishes her story off-ship. My guess is both will be back within a few episodes of Season 2, unless we find out this is another Dax/Yar sitch, which I dearly, dearly hope not.

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EVEN WITH ALL OF THAT, THOUGH, I still appreciated the little vignettes at the beginning and end, and weird slipups with Kirk and La’an aside, there was some great character development.

Here’s to SNW recovering next season, with another set of EPISODIC Episodes that focus on office pals in space gettin’ into weird jams but trying their best to be good people.