#spaceships and vodka

[the-good-neighbors]

Craig by @leonardoeatscarrots

Will by @interdreamensional

They are so special to me 🥺

[leonardoeatscarrots]

I drew some babygirls at my family reunion hehee

Some of my favs:

Character IDs under cut:

(Top to bottom, left to right)

Daniil Dankovsky (Pathologic)

Craig (mine)

Artemy Burakh (Pathologic)

Viktor (Arkane)

Peter Stamatin (Pathologic)

Percival-Taylor (The Peculiar Compendium of Victor Van Wolfe - Webtoons)

Bad Grief (Pathologic)

Mercutio Finch (The Peculiar Compendium of Victor Van Wolfe - Webtoons)

Orru (King of Crows Tapas/Webtoons)

Laios Touden (Dungeon Meshi)

Chilchuck Tims (Dungeon Meshi)

Felix Yusupov (Karamora)

Ford Pines (Gravity Falls)

Fiddleford McGucket (Gravity Falls)

Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)

[leonardoeatscarrots]

Craig is getting absolutely hammered at the broken heart

He's definitely catching plague tbh but I think he'll survive

The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?

[nothoughtsjustfic]

Wild Goose Chase - W.JH

🛸Who: Wen Junhui (Seventeen) x reader 🛸What: Sci-fi. Humour/low-key crack. Established relationship. Alien Junhui! 🛸Wordcount: 2k 🛸Warnings: One mention of intentionally hurting someone, but it doesn’t happen. I think that’s it! 🛸Summary:“ During an overnight campout with your friends, Soonyoung admits to his true reason for gathering you all tonight; to hunt down the alien spaceship he somehow just knows is in the woods.  

All you can do is follow along and hope that your boyfriend succeeds in his plan to mislead your friends so they don’t find out that it’s his ship they’re looking for. ”

Masterlist

It seemed like a good idea at first, but you should’ve known better than to trust an idea suggested by Kwon Soonyoung and backed by Lee Seokmin.

You adore the pair, you truly do, but they have about two braincells to rub together between them and frequently forget to put them to use, resulting in all sorts of chaos; which, unfortunately, you often find yourself a part of.

And tonight is no different.

You truly thought it was just an overnight sleep out in the woods with your friend group, and it definitely did start that way. Setting up tents, building a firepit and cooking dinner over the flames to share with a few drinks and lots of laughter.

Until, when the sun was truly down and moon was high in the sky, Soonyoung got up and declared he had gathered you all to search for an alien spaceship.

Which, in of itself wasn’t surprising; Soonyoung is a huge alien conspiracy theorist and consumes any and all media portraying aliens, insisting that they have to be at least a little accurate in their depictions. Though you only need to look at your boyfriend of the past year to know that the movies are utter bullshit.

Sure, Wen Junhui looks otherworldly, but that’s just because he’s endlessly beautiful, gorgeous, a piece of natural artwork you could spend forever and a day admiring and never grow tired of his pretty lips and cute moles and silly expressions and…well you get it.

Your boyfriend is utterly divine, a real treat for the eyes, but he looks like any other unfairly attractive human man. Except he’s not, because he’s an alien from a planet you can’t even pronounce the name of, who crash landed over a year ago in the very same woods you’re in tonight with your friends.

Which is where the problem comes in.

For the first time in perhaps his entire life, Kwon Soonyoung is actually in the right place to get the proof he so desperately wants and somehow, you and Junhui have to stop him.

“Do you think some really big branches will do the trick?” Junhui suggests to you in a whisper as the pair of you trail at the back of the group with your hands swinging between you contently as you walk.

“Like cover your ship in branches?” You question, giving your boyfriend a look as if perhaps he’s the idiot here and not Soonyoung. Oh how the tables turn.

“Yeah, like in movies where they need to hide their car from bad guys in the jungle and they use pieces of trees and plants to do it!”

“Oh, my sweet, innocent, darling,” you coo and lift his hand connected with yours up to press a kiss to his smooth, warm skin. “Even Soonyoung wouldn’t fall for that; he’s not that absent to miss a spaceship because of some leaves, baby.”

“He hasn’t noticed me for a year and he’s literally seen me almost skinshift,” he points out, reminding you of the first time Junhui went drinking with you all.

It was before Junhui was used to human alcohol; his skin had shimmered and wobbled at his first taste of vodka. Luckily, only Soonyoung had seen it, other than you, and he was too drunk to think it anything but his eyes playing tricks on him.

You never thought you’d say it, and it’s the only instance you have so far, but thank fuck for Soonyoung’s low alcohol tolerance.

“He was drunk,” you remind, and Junhui makes a noise to show his acceptance of your words.

“Okay, no to trying to camouflage the ship,” Junhui agrees. “What do I do then? It’s not like I can move it; someone will definitely notice that.”

“I have no idea,” you admit, pulling a face at your own uncertain words.

“Trip Soonyoung so he hurts his leg and can’t walk around all night? If he’s out, then the hunt is over; he’s the one making us all do this.”

Although you should probably not encourage your boyfriend to hurt your childhood friend, you don’t dismiss the idea. It could definitely work.

“Okay,” Junhui takes your silence as approval and uses his free hand to rummage around in his pockets until he pulls out a bundle of knotted yarn. “I just need to get these knots out then I can titty trap him.”

“Booby trap.”

“That’s what I said.”

You think you should probably say more, explain to Junhui that this is not a time when you can interchange terms for breasts, but honestly, you think “titty trap” is too funny and you really want him to keep using it, so you move on.

“Why do you have knotted yarn in your pocket?” You wonder, curious as ever about how the alien’s mind works. You’re not sure he even knows, which is very understandable.

“So I’m always prepared!”

“For what?”

“Anything! This is so versatile, you know, as I will prove when I trip Soonie and end this hunt, just as soon as I get these knots out.”

You leave Junhui alone for a few moments as he focuses hard on trying to remove the endless amount of stubborn knots in the yarn, but when he almost trips for the fourth time, you reach out to grab the bundle and put it in your own pocket.

“Hey, I almost had that one,” he pouts at you, far too cutely for a grown man/alien/beautiful bastard of a boyfriend.

“It was more danger to you than him, baby.”

“Oh…yeah, you’re right. Maybe I should give it to him and ask him to unknot it for me.”

“That…could actually maybe work, but later; he’s too focused on looking right now to care about anything else. He’s not even begging for snacks.” You motion to the front of the group where you can just about make out Soonyoung leading the way with Seokmin and Chan just behind him and sharing a bag of giant marshmallows.

For the pair’s sake, you hope Mingyu doesn’t notice because you’re positive those are the fancy marshmallows the tall man bought specifically to cook over the fire and you all know how sensitive and pouty the man gets about his food being used “incorrectly”.

“Oh,” Junhui exhales with widened eyes as he takes in the way Soonyoung isn’t hovering around the snacks and silently asking for some with rounded eyes. “He really is focused.” You hum in agreement. “So, next idea; diversions.”

“Diversions?”

“Yep. Whenever we start getting close to my ship, I’ll run off and create something to block the way.”

You truly have no idea what exactly Junhui intends to do, but you don’t have a better idea yourself so you just nod and hope that things will go to plan, whatever that plan is.

For hours, you trudge along with your friends through the woods, guided by Soonyoung with your boyfriend intermittently rushing off when no-one is looking to take up his apparent new job as a cartoon specialist, based on the increasingly ridiculous ways he diverts Soonyoung and your group away from where his spaceship his hidden in the woods.

From hiding behind trees where he makes menacing sounds like a wild beast, to creepy little figurines made of twigs and random items he has in his pockets placed ominously in paths, which thoroughly freaks out enough of the group when they realise that the little voodoo doll looking items appear eerily like some of them.

Honestly, you’re very impressed that your boyfriend manages to do such a good job with the figures considering his limited time and items and tell him as much when he slides back into place at your side while the others are convincing Soonyoung that you all need to leave before you collectively get cursed by whatever, or whoever, prowls these woods.

“I think you should take up making stick figures,” you comment in a whisper to your boyfriend while leaning into his side comfortably and wrapping your arms around his waist as his arms go around your shoulders.

“What?” He looks at you bewildered, sweat dappling his hairline from all of his running around tonight. “What are you talking about, babe?”

“Those voodoo doll looking things you set up to scare the guys.”

“I didn’t do that,” he declares seriously, though the second your eyes widen a little, he breaks and starts to laugh. “I’m joking! I definitely did.” You swat at him and try to move away but he laughs harder and reaches out to pull you back to encircle you in his arms. “Noo, come back my favourite being to have ever existed in the known universe.”

“What about the unknown universe?” You hum, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, where he’s now pressed against your back and swaying you both from side to side.

“That’s a real big ask, babe. I don’t know what kind of hot piece of ass is in the unknown universe.”

“Okay, good point,” you concede and nod in understanding while turning to look over at the group standing a little away with a few talking heatedly, still trying to convince Soonyoung to give up on his search and let them go home where there isn’t someone stalking them through the woods and making creepy dolls of them.

“I’m going to make them all life sized ones for their birthdays and leave them in their homes for them to wake up to,” Junhui decides, plopping his chin on your shoulder.

You cackle at the thought. “I’ll help you break in and leave them.”

“Forget the hot piece of ass in the unknown universe, you are the best being I could ever be blessed with the attention and affection of.”

“I am. I’m glad you’re aware of that.”

“I definitely am very aware.” He plants a kiss on your jaw. “Now tell me how great I am too.”

Just as you’re about to comply and start waxing poetic about your boyfriend in a way that you know will lead to him taking you off somewhere to do wildly inappropriate things in between a couple of trees, there’s a cheer.

“What’s going on?” You call, speaking up loud enough that your friends can hear you, which draws their attention.

“He’s agreed to give up the alien hunt!” Seungkwan enthuses, clapping happily and already trying to urge the group to turn and head back in the direction you came to get here.

“For tonight,” Soonyoung reiterates, pouting in disappointment as he reluctantly trudges across the dirt when Jeonghan takes his hand to pull him along with you all. “We’ll come back another day; when you’ve all forgotten about the creepy dolls.”

“Another night of pointlessly walking around in the woods?” Seungkwan complains. “No way!”

“There is an alien spaceship here, I just know it!” Soonyoung replies. “And I’ll prove it.”

“At least pick one area to look, not the whole woods; this place is huge!”

“I don’t know which area the ship is in though; I just know it’s here.”

“Why don’t we just ask Jun?” Hansol pipes in casually, making everyone stop to look at him puzzled. “What?”

“Why would we ask Jun?” Jeonghan questions while you and Junhui exchange a quick, panicked look.

“Because he’s an alien?” Hansol replies, while looking around the group as if they’re all idiots. “You seriously never noticed? The dude’s way too weird to be human.”

All at once, the group turn to look at you and Junhui where you stand hand in hand with matching wide eyes, too dumbstruck by the knowledge that it seems that Hansol has known your secret for some time yet never said a word because he assumed everyone knew already. Funny how things work out.

“Well?” Seungkwan prompts when the pair of you just stare dumbly in shock.

Once again, you and Junhui exchange a look, silently communicating before turning to look back at the group as Junhui grins sheepishly. “Surprise?” He offers with a cute shrug.

There’s a moment of stunned silence before Soonyoung’s betrayed yell fills the night air. “What the fuck?!”

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[cogumellow]

if a cherry vodka shop looked like a 70s sci-fi spaceship // kraków, poland // april 2024 // ©

[captaindanvers89]

Why Carol and Yelena would be best friends after Yelena expresses her displeasure about Kate joining the Avengers…

1. Yelena loves her alcohol especially vodka and Carol cannot get drunk.

2. They were both held captive and brainwashed

3. They both lost someone close to them

4. They would do anything to protect those they love.

Imagine a possible convo between them:

Yelena: I do not like Kate Bishop with the baby Avengers. She jumped off a building again and without a proper safety harness. At least when I threw off her the building, she was attached to one.

Carol: at least she had a harness on, Kamala didn’t. This has to be karma because Maria said I gave her a lot of grief for something like this before the accident

Yelena: Well, at least you have powers to punch your way through a spaceship now. I once jammed a bo staff into a helicopter engine and when it exploded, it launched me from the floating platform to the ground but luckily, Natasha managed to save me

Carol: …

Yelena: Yeah, this is karma

[leonardoeatscarrots]

I've got two comics ongoing right now

Spaceships and Vodka - an anachronistic sci-fi following a team of monster hunters living in the slums of space

And

Gentle Hands - a World War One period piece following an injured soldier in a nursing home for shellshock patients

Both series are about being queer and disabled and are based on my own personal experiences in both of those communities. Spaceships and Vodka follows a broader cast and is more of and action/thriller, while Gentle Hands is almost exclusively a drama and romance.

The links above are for tapas, but my comics are also available on webtoons.

As for me, I've been having a really hard time as a creator. I'm under a lot of financial stress and am simultaneously trying to handle numerous medical and mental health crises. Your support as viewers is invaluable to me and helps me keep going on. 🙏

I am being so serious when I say: if you have the financial and time privilege to get a group of friends together and make an indie project, PLEASE do. Indie games, indie animations, indie comics etc etc

the art industries are kind of in the shitter. It’s not so much because of AI (though that doesn’t help) but because studios just aren’t hiring people and funding projects anymore. People who’ve been in the industry for decades are finding themselves struggling, and once you have a mortgage or kids it’s harder to do something as risky as making something on your own.

completing projects is hard. it takes a lot of time and effort, and most people can’t afford it. so if you CAN afford to make art, even at the risk of no financial gain, I strongly encourage you to be as resilient as you can. We’re at a point where these industries are not going to turn around by themselves, and waiting for jobs to open up again in order to get experience and portfolio work might not be realistic.

people have been making art and telling stories longgggg before we were getting paid for it, and people aren’t going to stop just because no one has hired them to do so.

for everyone else: support indie artists when you can!!!! That person who made that cool indie game or youtube animation or webcomic might be doing this full time! your support might be the only reason they’re able to keep doing it.

and if you have already started an indie project: you’re so brave and I’m very proud of you!!! in fact, drop a link to it in the reblogs if you want! 👇

[leonardoeatscarrots]

Did a little style study today

Best way to support me and my art is to like and reblog!

[spaceshipsandvodka]

Heyo I got in a car accident. So after this month my comic is gonna be on hiatus as I recover and rebuild my buffer.

The fanart contest is still up, in case you were concerned. Our discord server is also full of some awesome people in case you're looking for somewhere to interact.

[lariskapargitay]

So I’m on tumblr and there was a post about the Doctor and ginger like the actual food not the hair color. And I was very confuzzled bc I’m like ‘why is ginger and doctor who a thing?’ So I googled it, and apparently ginger gets Timelords absolutely sloshed.

I then go back yo Tumblr and search for more ginger doctor content bc that to me is hilarious and I guess I missed it in the show but I found out 13 carries around *AN ENTIRE BAG OF GINGER CANDIES*!

Like she just has the equivalent of this on her person?! What the actual fuck, you little alcoholic?!

Also the fact that it’s never really brought up that 13 is essentially a functioning alcoholic (while piloting a whole ass spaceship mind you) is part of my biggest issues with her series overall. There was SOOOO many good ideas buried in mehh writing. Seeing her essentially becoming an alcoholic could have been amazing, like maybe Graham was sober and could have spotted it and talked to her about it especially after she crashed the TARDIS and puts them in danger but we just get a line of ‘oh shit, she’s basically carrying a flask of vodka’ and then nada.

The Master stealing her body could have been AMAZING, perfect chance for a body swap episode, Jodi would have fucking KILLED it and omg Yaz struggling with the fact the Master looks and sounds like her Doctor and is a LOT more touchy-feely than the Doctor? I would have died. But nope, just put him in her clothes and call it a day.

The Doctor being in prison for thirty YEARS to the point she started talking to herself? Amazing! Fantastic, we love that idea! Surely that must have affected her, given her a bit of PTSD, made her question her sanity a bit? Oh she just apologizes for some reason and then it’s never brought up ever again and we only spend 3 minutes with her in prison before she’s rescued? Got it.

An alien that takes the form of something you want to protect and the Doctor doesn’t see any past companion or Yaz, just a random child? Like it irks me, bc the amazing ideas are there, but nothing happens with them.

[leonardoeatscarrots]

I knew a guy who was super into sci-fi, and so we started talking about our world building with each other. I was telling him about my universe (which is still a dystopia, actually) but when I got to the part about my disabled characters he turned around and said "Well in MY utopia people aren't disabled."

Some people genuinely believe that disabled people have no place in a perfect society. Hell! If you look at most sci-fis that do have disabled people you'll see that they're usually built around "fixing" them, and not around accommodating for the person.

my utopia has disability in it. my utopia includes free healthcare and no-questions welfare and state-funded carers. my utopia includes building requirements that centre disabled bodies — ramps and lifts and dimmer switches and braille signs. my utopia has disability in it. because without disability, it’s not much of a utopia at all

[pixeldistractions]

She waited in the roadside dust while he rolled down the shutters on his stand. Then she followed him next door to a small trailer park. His lot was the wildest in the place, strung up with camp lights and loud as spring break. 

“Clayton Dodd,” he said. “Birth name. You’re now one of only a few who know it. I don’t normally share, but you have pretty eyes. Everyone else calls me Agent 51.”

“Wait, though,” she said. “Are you even old enough for vodka?” 

“I just turned twenty-one,” he said. “I’m a man.” 

She laughed. “Aw, honey, you’re not a man. Soon maybe, but not yet.”

They got to talking about aliens first. He owned a piece of crashed spaceship from the war—the real deal, not that made-in-China garbage he sold in his shop. He had files about leaked alien correspondence dating back to 2006. They talked about cryptids and crypto and the dark web. They talked about all the ways all the branches of the government were lying to them. 

“Dude, I know they’re lying to us,” Ingrid said. “You gotta let it roll sometimes though, or else what’s the point? Being all tense all the time about the powers that be? There’s a different kind of power in here.” She pointed with each of her fingers to her head. “Because what’s in there, they can’t have.”

“Hell yeah,” he said. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too, my dude. I’m gonna start a commune someday. It’s gonna be so chill, people will wonder how they ever lived differently. Full of artists and philosophers and poets and weed. Would you join it?”

He shrugged. “If it’s off-grid, I will. I’m doing a leave-no-trace thing, but document style.”

“I respect that,” she said. 

They hit it off. He had wild ideas, and she was totally into it. He also showered her with a boyish adoration that she hadn’t sought in a man before, and now she wondered why not. She found it interesting being on the other side of the chase for once. 

“When you get to California, can I come out and see you?” he asked.  

“Man, you go where the wind takes you,” she said. “I don’t own California.”

She gave him her number and they said goodnight, knowing somehow, for certain, this wouldn’t be the last she saw of Clayton Dodd. 

— from “boxes and squares #2: this is not that story again” (6/10)

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[kinshenewa]

Cadence looked around nervously as they approached the large building, Eclipse perfectly relaxed and walking with an almost swagger. She looked up at the glowing neon sign, the foreign text unreadable to her.

"That sign means 'Paradise'," Eclipse supplied, pointing at the nonsensical lettering, "It's because this is one of the most prestigious club corporations this side of the galaxy."

"Really?" Cadence asked curiously as they stepped inside, the room locking up just like that last club they went to.

"Of course!" Eclipse replied as mechanical arms put what looked like green glow-in-the-dark bracelets onto each of his rays, the bracelets staying in place, "I would never go to any shady, seedy, dirty club. This corporation regularly gets the highest marks on sanitation!"

A mechanical hand went and stuck a glowing green bowtie onto Cadence's throat, the tie stuck by some unknown tech. "And they screen all partygoers for sexual curses, and if you have even one, you aren't allowed to enter."

Cadence looked nervous as she asked, "Does that include a... swab test or...?"

Eclipse chuckled good-heartedly at Cadence's naivety. "Oh, you humans and your silly outdated ways," he sighed affectionately, the doors opening as he continued, "No, these adornments just scanned us."

Cadence gently touched the bowtie sticking to her throat, looking at him curiously as they stepped in. "How the fuck does that work?" She asked, lifting her chin as Eclipse put a mask onto her face, which covered her entire lower jaw.

"It scans your whole body for all known curses," Eclipse explained as he put a pair of black headphones over her ears, which blocked the pumping music completely, making the room almost silent, "It momentarily keeps a copy of your bio-scan just to check you aren't carrying any curses not in their database. And then they lock the scans into a different database, where no one but you can access them. So if they want to look at old scans, they have to ask you."

Cadence smiled happily, one of Eclipse's lower hands on her lower back as he gently guided her to the party rooms, leading her to a door with more of that script she didn't know.

"This is where the celebration will take place," Eclipse explained as he opened the door, the room inside being quite large with plush couches lining the walls and little pillow pits littering the floor, small tables on the edges, and a small red button on each table that were slightly raised.

"What are the buttons for?" Cadence asked softly as Eclipse led her to a little booth in a corner of the room.

"It's to summon a waiter," Eclipse explained patiently, "There are Staff Bots that work here, so you can order food or drinks while here."

Cadence nodded as Eclipse pressed the button, a robot with a round head and three-digit hands lowering from the ceiling, their legs replaced with a chain that keeps them up.

"Hello, welcome to Paradise, the first installment of Paradise Core," it greeted in a monotone, text-to-speech sort of voice.

"We'll take one C-Juice on the rocks and one Fruit Brawl," Eclipse said confidently, and the bot nodded before disappearing back into the ceiling.

"C-Juice?" Cadence asked curiously.

"It's the specific alcoholic drink that we can drink and grow inebriated from," Eclipse explained, "It would be like drinking straight whiskey or vodka for you humans, whichever one has a higher alcohol content."

Cadence nodded, and she tilted her head curiously as a big gruff dogish man walked through the door, his dark brown fur scruffy and mussy.

"Hey, pal! Good to see you again!" Eclipse called, getting up and walking over, and they hugged before kissing each other on the cheek. "So glad you could come, how's the kids?"

The dogish man chuckled as he replied in a gruff tone, "Ah, they're doing good. My baby girl is all grown up and set to get married. Her twin got a degree and is now working as a Spaceship engineer."

More people showed up, all kinds of different species, and Cadence watched curiously as he greeted everyone. Wow, Eclipse has a lot of friends.

Some went to the pillow pits and others went to the benches, many ordering drinks and chatting amongst themselves.

Eclipse walked back over with two small bug people, one a salmon color and the other a dark green. The salmon one sat next to Cadence.

"Hello dear," the salmon bug greeted.

Cadence side-eyed her, briefly wondering if someone of her height was of the age to be around alcohol. But then she instantly felt racist and shut that thought down. Even if the other person was the height of a child.

"Uh, hi," Cadence said softly, looking around as people mingled, some getting close in the pillow pits. She looked up as the bot came back, handing her the drink she ordered and setting Eclipse's drink in front of her. She looked down at her drink, licking the edge lined with sugar.

The Fruit Brawl is a fruity, colorful drink for those holding no interest in alcohol and a lot of interest in sweet things. From the bottom to top, it formed a rainbow, with red at the bottom and purple at the top, the colors almost artificial in their intensity.

"I'm Priscilla," the salmon bug said as Eclipse sat next to Cadence, grabbing his drink. "And my husband there is Shusani." Priscilla continued, her mandibles clacking as she pointed to her husband sitting on Eclipse's lap.

These bug people vaguely reminded Cadence of the Plump minipet from Marapets, with a body almost resembling an upright beetle, and the head similar to an ant.

"I'm Cadence," Cadence said softly, sipping her drink from the cute shiny silver straw that made a little heart near the top, her fingers toying with the little rainbow paper umbrella, "Friend of Eclipse."

Priscilla giggled as she replied, "Oh, silly, we're all friends of Eclipse here! Everyone here knows Eclipse, he's the one who invited us!"

Cadence pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

She looked up as she heard some heavy footsteps, eyes widening at the big ursine fellow she saw entering in a hurry.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," the new person started to explain as he rushed up to Eclipse, wearing a white cocoon the size of a child attached to his chest, "Roxanna was sick and-"

Eclipse held his hand up as he replied, "Freddy, it's fine. I'm just glad you're here."

The new fellow was quite tall, just slightly smaller than Sun or Moon, with fluffy orange fur covering his whole form, aside from the fuzz of light beige fur covering his chest and stomach. Over his heart looked like a bright blue lighting bolt, the crystalline structure glowing while connected to a stripe up his neck to his chin. He seemed like a big bear creature, his small round ears folded down as his bright blue eyes looked apologetically at Eclipse.

"I really am sorry-" The newcomer tried to apologize again, but Eclipse waved him off.

"It's fine, it's fine. This is a celebration, you can come and leave anytime," Eclipse replied dismissively as he stood up, setting Shusani onto the chair. Eclipse stepped over to the ursine fellow, giving him a side-hug as he added, "I'm glad you could make it. And don't worry about Gregory, as long as he stays asleep, you don't have to worry." Eclipse cooed softly at the cocoon, lightly patting it.

The newcomer glanced at Cadence, leaning in and whispering to Eclipse, "Whose human is that?"

Eclipse chuckled as he replied, "She's with me. You know, my ravishing young friend." Eclipse put a hand behind the fellow's back, leading him over as he said, "Cadence, this is Freddy. Freddy, this is Cadence. Human, indicolite glamrock. Indicolite glamrock, human. Freddy is a dear friend of mine that I have known for a long time, and Cadence is a dear friend I have known for a couple years."

Cadence shyly waved as she looked up at the big bear, chuckling softly as she replied, "Uh, hi."

Freddy smiled as he replied, "Good evening, Cadence. So glad to make your acquaintance. Would you mind if I set this by you?" He motioned to the cocoon attached to his front. Cadence tilted her head in confusion, but shook her head, and Freddy smiled as he gently unattached the cocoon and set it next to her.

Priscilla had since wandered off, chatting with a bee person and what looked like a person made of tar.

"Not to be rude but... what is it?" Cadence asked curiously as she pointed to the cocoon, fixing up her mask again after taking another sip of her drink.

"It's my child," Freddy explained with a happy smile, "He's just a young child, but he's my sweet boy." At Cadence's weird look at it, he quickly added, "The cocoon you're seeing is his car seat."

"Ohhh," Cadence said softly, nodding.

Eclipse smirked, teasing, "You might want to read up on your baby supplies, Cadence. You wouldn't want to confuse a bed for a car seat and put a baby in the wrong place."

Cadence nodded, sipping her drink again.

After a moment, she nearly choked on her drink, snapping her head to look at Eclipse shocked, but he was already walking away. She narrowed her eyes, huffing as she slumped.

The celebration was nice, and she made sure to ignore the activities happening in the pillow pits as the alcohol flowed. When she finished her drink, she looked down at it, hesitating on if she should order another.

She assumed Eclipse was paying, and she didn't want to waste Eclipse's money just cause she wanted a tasty drink. So she decided she'd just wait until he came back over and she could talk to him about it.

It took a bit, but then Eclipse strolled over, his glow pulsating like a heartbeat as his eyes were lidded.

"Hey, um, Eclipse, who's paying for these drinks?" She said hesitantly as he sat near her, cuddling that Shusani fellow. "Cause, like, I'd like another one but don't want to waste your money if you're paying..."

Eclipse looked at her, his pupils blown wide. "Oh, sweetnesssss, just order as many drinks as you want!" He giggled, and Cadence quickly looked away as their cuddling grew more intimate. "I'll pay for your drinks, don't worry about it. This is a celebration, after all!" Eclipse continued.

"Ah, okay then," she muttered, pressing the button to summon the Staff Bot and order another Fruit Brawl. She could just barely see Eclipse out of her peripheral, and she looked down at her lap once she realized what they were doing.

"Miss," the emotionless Staff Bot said from above her. Cadence looked up and accepted the drink with a smile, thanking it softly as it left.

"Froot," she murmured under her breath as she stuck her tongue into the drink, lightly lapping at it like a cat.

She heard Eclipse's slurred giggle, a hand gently patting her head as he cooed, "Awww, like a kitten! How cute~!"

She looked at him offended, but quickly regretted it when she saw Shusani sitting on his lap and facing outward, a noticeable bulge from Eclipse's cock as the bug man glowed orange from the inside.

She quickly looked away, face burning as her eyes were wide. IT FUCKING GLOWS.

She quickly sipped her drink, trying to drown out the intrusive thoughts.

"So very cute," Eclipse continued, nuzzling the back of her head. "You can leave if you want to. You seem uncomfortable right now."

"I'm... fine...." She replied hesitantly. She did feel very uncomfortable, but everyone was giving her space, so it wasn't that bad. She just didn't know Eclipse's version of a celebration is an orgy.

"Don't sound like it," Eclipse muttered annoyed. "If you are uncomfortable, you should say so. Keeping quiet is not very good communication."

Eclipse scooted closer, his neck arching over her head so his upside-down face could be in front of her face, the frown looking almost like a smile.

"If you don't want to be here, then that's fine. You have no obligation to stay," Eclipse continued, one hand going and gently rubbing the nape of her neck. "Can you tell me the truth? Do you want to leave?"

She shrugged, looking at her drink. "Eh," she replied, the unspoken 'whatever you wants fine' hanging in the air between them.

Eclipse frowned, gently nuzzling her face. "You need more bones," he replied, then giggled. "Bones. It's funny how humans sometimes call erections boners. Or like I'm boning Shusani." He giggled again, Cadence's face growing hot.

She didn't know how to respond, so she simply laid back against Eclipse's shoulder, ignoring the movements of Eclipse's arms as he bounced Shusani in his lap.

Sometimes Cadence wished she could be so free and relaxed about it. But she isn't. And as much as she would love to work on it, she's scared.

Scared of what could go wrong. Scared of what could go right.

She knew the only way to work on it would be a series of spontaneous, impulsive decisions she would act on.

Maybe later.

She looked over at the cocoon as it moved slightly, and she curiously leaned towards it, Eclipse behind her as she gently set her hand on the cocoon.

She tilted her head, slowly rubbing small circles onto the cocoon, and the squirming mass slowly stilled, relaxing again. She didn't want to impose too much, however - after all, this is someone else's kid - so she lifted her hand.

The mass started fussing again, and she hesitantly started comforting it. She didn't really know what to do, she didn't see the father anywhere, though she was NOT going to look around to find him. Not risking seeing the debauchery happening in the pillow pits.

She hummed softly, gently singing, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take, my sunshine, awaaaayy."

As she sang the lullaby, the mass seemed to relax, and she sung softly until the only movement she could sense was soft breathing.

For a moment, she could forget she was at an orgy.

For a moment, she could forget that Shusani was taking in Eclipse's entire length - which god damn seems big.

For a moment, she was simply comforting some mass she was told was a car seat, holding a child of some sort inside.

She remembered her sisters and how she hasn't seen them in a while, especially the middle sister. She felt a pang of sadness as she remembered where her middle sister was, and genuinely wondered if it was a good idea to visit her.

She decided she would. She misses her sister.

[leonardoeatscarrots]

I don't normally like to add onto these posts because I'm insecure that my ideas are dumb or not worth sharing 🙃 (that and I'm awkward about self promo rip), but uhhh here I am.

Anyway, let it be known that you can still have a magically healed character AND they can still have struggles with their disability. To clarify: none of the prior posts have said or implied the contrary, but I feel it could use some more elaborating.

I've always had a very complicated relationship with my disability, but I have found so much love, support, and joy identifying as disabled. However, I have had numerous encounters with people who have tried to "heal" me or "fix" me or force me into something "for my benefit" that either didn't work or made matters worse in some way. And I am sure this is the case for many more disabled people out there. For this reason, being "healed" was something I came to fear for a very long time. Because of this I also never really liked stories where the character gets cured. I can completely understand why a disabled person couldn't relate to or enjoy that sort of fantasy, because that person was literally me.

But that doesn't mean I didn't WANT to get rid of what ails me. I definitely did. And I definitely wrote about it.

One of the main cast members of my comic is a disabled man (woman? Still figuring it out) who got healed from his "shit's fucked" syndrome via magical means. But magic in this universe isn't perfect... so he still uses a cane, he still has trouble eating, he still has to take all his silly little supplements, he still has a drug addiction, he's still stigmatized, he's still disabled. But comparatively, it's better than his prior condition.

And that's just fine. It's my right to be able to curate a story that caters comfortably to me. Everyone has different histories and reasons for feeling the way they do.

Listen. I'm disabled. I broke my spine in an accident that was technically my brother's negligent fault when I was nine.

I live in constant pain. The most effective pain medication for me is cbd cream, and it works straight up miracles as far as I'm concerned. But even released from my constant (chronic) pain, I have limitations.

If I write a story about someone with an agonizing disability who gets their shattered body repaired by benevolent mystical/alien/whatever forces, it's not me removing representation. It's my fantasy of being able to walk across my house without hurting or losing feeling in one leg because of how pressure distributes in the small of my back.

I get to have that. I should get to have that without being shamed for it.

[jackk-harkness]

Wgen i got back from the a.lien bar (its like a normal bar but themed to look like a spaceship and instead osf scotch and vodka they ony sell fizzy shitdrinks themed like "The Grey Saucer" and they dhonestly dont even get you drunk but its the closest ill ever feel to home) Ianto was waiting arms folded hair rollers in asking wehree id been Like id ever cheat on him The lack of trust in this relationship is hoesty so disheartening but i love him id do anything 4 him even when he whacks me with the carpetbeater

[leonardoeatscarrots]

"Craig pulled his hair over his shoulder and started to repetitively run his fingers through it. Maybe if he kept grooming it, kept combing it with his fingers, the soft golden curls would melt into the orange reeds back home. Maybe if he just thought harder, he could hear the rustle and see them billowing as the waves ran through during the tide. The brush of the marsh was always one to keep secrets; and one to tell them to. You could hide anything in that marsh."

Exerpt from one of my AUs where Craig is a rsulka. She's a little homesick...

(He/she prns)

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