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petitelepus · 1 year

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Hello! 👋 Could I get a yandere, normal and Humans are cute au! Transformers Prime matchup (as a human), please? 🐅 I've read the rules and I hope that I didn't do anything wrong by accident (and counted the words right!).

I'm 18+ and transmasc, so nsfw is fine. Gotta love the big alien bots! I use he/him or they/them pronouns. I'm demisexual and attracted to men.

I'm a deeply emotional and usually quiet person. More of a listener than a talker unless I'm really comfortable with somebody. I like listening to what other people have to say and if possible limit my company to one person at a time. My main love language is physical touch and words of affirmation are a close second. I believe good communication to be the foundation of any relationship. My personality type is INFP.

My main interests are art (painting, sculpting - traditional mediums) and video games as well as exploring the human mind through works of fiction. I really like immersing myself in new and different worlds - sci-fi and fantasy genres are wonderful! Sometimes I write things on the side or make ocs for myself. I also really like densely green areas and like visiting forests whenever I get the chance to. I also like electronic music - synthwave. I ADORE tabletop RPGS! I like making a character and then acting them out. I prefer audio books over reading and I have poor eyesight (near sighted).

Dislikes: children, loud noises, crowds, being approached from behind or surrounded, being yelled at (I will cry.), having to wake up early, hot weather

Breakdown is Yandere for you!

Breakdown absolutely adores how small you are. Decepticons hold no love for humans or any organics for that matter, but you have a special place in this Con's Spark.

He will tell you stories about the Bots and Cons he has fought against and how they never stood chance against him. Only one has been able to match his strength and that was this green Autobot called Bulkhead, but Breakdown doesn't talk about his losses since he wants to stay as the strongest Mech in your mind.

He will happily hug you if it makes you happy and keep you close by. If he let you out of his sight even for a second, you might be trampled by some Vehicon or worse, try to contact Autobots and attempt to leave Breakdown.

The Con warrior isn't the most artistic but he enjoys watching you do what you like. Video games are new to him also, but if you show him fighting games he is SOLD. Humans have virtual fighting simulators? So cool!

Breakdown is interested in your games and having your own characters, but if things get too complicated for him to understand, he usually spaces out.

It's easy to forget when you are around him that he is a ruthless Decepticon warrior and an extremely protective one at that. If anyone even looks at you in a funny way, he has his hammer out and is threatening the guy and literally making them beg for their life. No, they shouldn't beg from him but from you!

If Breakdown thinks that the apology isn't good enough he sees nothing wrong in teaching the Con or Bot some manners. He is just looking out for you.

I match you with Bumblebee!

You're one of the few people who can understand Bumblebee, but what draws him towards you is how you perk up when something you like is being discussed about.

Raf was just one day talking about how he thought about getting into some RPG games and you light up like a newborn star and start telling and explaining everything you might know about the games.

Bee makes a comment that you are really cute when you talk about your interests and you two kinda became a thing.

Bumblebee enjoys quality time with you and loves holding you close as he plays you some of your favorite songs, usually electronic. If he is feeling like showing you some affection, he tends to choose romantic songs.

If the two of you take a trip somewhere, he likely will play your current audiobook in the speakers.

The yellow Autobot would love to tell you about Cybertron but his words are limited so he relies on other Bots to explain about their home planet to you.

Bee is familiar with sci-fi but fantasy is new to him, but luckily he is eager to learn. He would love to create new worlds and your own characters! He wants to badly be a strong and heroic warrior and save you from evil goblins. He just wants to be your hero in shining armor in both game and real life.

Knock Out is your owner!

You were originally a gift to Knock Out from Breakdown. The big brute wanted to make sure that his lover would always have someone to puff the red mech and that he could never feel lonely when Breakdown wouldn't be able to be with him.

Knock Out thought it was a joke, but then he looked at you and decided that "Frag it" and took you in.

This sleek beautiful Con is a good owner. He takes care of things that belong to him, and you are one of those things. You're a fine human specimen, even if a little quiet at first. He encourages you to speak because he wants to hear you praise his paint job or finish.

He will take you out with him to see drive-in movies and shop for stuff. You're his pet so you must look at least half as good as he does.

When Breakdown is gone, like, gone for good, you're there to offer Knock Out company and sympathy. He doesn't cry, he is a Con, but he will quietly hold you in his arms as if you would also disappear if he let go even for a second. You're the last thing he has of Breakdown and he will cherish you.

Please, do paint a pretty picture of Knock Out or make a statue of him. He will love them because he knows that you put a lot of effort into them.

These games you show him are interesting to say at least. Knock Out likes playing with you, even if he needs a moment to learn, but he makes a great Bard.

You would think he would make his character a Cleric or a Healer, but nope, he wants to sing about his glorious looks and the exciting adventures the two of you end up on.

#matchup #yandere #yandere matchup #humans are cute #pet human #human pet #breakdown #bumblebee #tfp #transformers prime #transformers #knock out #knockout #knock-out #Anon #ENJOY!

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jarotopal · 1 year

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Tmnt 2012: The Next Gen. Au headcanons + OCs

(Mostly putting this here so I don’t loose my ideas)

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General:

The turtles are 20+ for context

Raph (he/they)and Mona (she/they) are married and live close by in another part of the sewers with their kids (I will get to that soon).

Leia/Leo/Lee (Leonardo)(she/her) is still leader but it’s more of a relaxed role, enjoys gardening (like idw Leo) and occasionally space travels. She came out as trans a few months after Rigel visited earth for the first time.

Donnie (biologically female, prefers he/him pronouns) pretty much takes care of the layer while Leia is away, has a side job as a tech support agent (like 2007), takes care of Leia’s garden when she’s off world.

Mikey (uses any pronouns) spends most of his time at Casey’s flat. Casey and them kind of became a thing one day and it just made sense. Mikey does a lot of art like sculpting and painting.

Casey (he/she) got a job working at a tattoo parlor, after a while he was taken on as an apprentice after the shop owner saw his drawings. Casey took to it like a natural.

April (she/her) got into NYU and studied journalism, she’s still friends with the turtles and Casey, but she has to travel a bit to see them now a days with her job on the other side of the city.

My Oc’s:

Avery (later Hamato Avery) (she/her)

Avery was a normal wildlife biologist until after returning from a research trip, was accidentally hit with mutagen and transformed into a mutant pine martin. Donnie finds her huddled in an alley by one of the entrances to the layer. Donnie allows her to make refuge in the layer until he can make up a batch of mutagen to turn her back. After living with Donnie and meeting his family she starts having second thoughts about turning back to human. After the mutagen is finished, she decides to stay as a mutant and continues to stay with Donnie and they become a couple.

Hamato ‘Rose’ Roseline (she/her)

Daughter of Donatello and Avery, she’s a hybrid of her parents, pine martin and turtle. She was created in Donnie’s lab. She’s the third oldest of the next gen. group. Her weapon of choice is a naginata and throwing stars. She’s incredibly gifted at stealth and climbing high buildings (which gives Donnie a heart attack most days). She’s a nerd like her parents and loves playing with her baby cousins and is really close with Elisa (Mikey’s daughter).

Captain Rigel (he/him)

He’s an alien, of a species called the Basali. They look like tall basilisk lizards (kind of like the Salamandrians). Met him on a planet known to be a vacation destination, while on shore leave. Leia was an absolute disaster trying to flirt with him, but luckily Rigel thought Leia’s bad flirting was cute. Writes Leia often and they spend time together when Rigel is on shore leave.

Hamato Yoshi jr. (He/him)

Sometimes called Junior. Son of Rigel and Leia. He’s a Basali-turtle hybrid, made with Donnie’s help in his lab. The youngest of the next gen. group but is the tallest (taking after captn dad). He uses double katanas like Leia. Is still learning a lot of ninjitsu and gets frustrated when he messes up, he doesn’t want to let his cousins down.

Hamato Elisa (she/they)

Mikey and Casey’s daughter. Adopted after she was rescued from a research lab. Is a eastern box turtle mutant. Second oldest of the next gen. group. Uses modified yo-yos as her weapons. Took her a long time to come out of her shell (literally) around her new family. Is incredibly close to Rose.

Hamato ‘Gio’ Giovanni (he/him)

Is a turtle-salamandrian hybrid. Is the eldest of the next gen. group, by at least two years; four years older than Yoshi. Is the leader and very protective of his cousins. Hot headed like his papa Raph but can keep control when need be. Uses a range of different weapons from Sais to a Kanabo, throwing stars to kunai. Versed in many fighting styles. Admires his grandpa Splinter although never got to meet him.

Kids ages:

Gio- 17, Elisa- 15, Rose- 15 (a couple of months younger than Elisa), Yoshi jr.- 13.

Other cousins:

Luna (Yoshi’s baby sister) 5yo, Frida (Gio’s sister) 15 yo., Enzo (Elisa’s baby brother) 4 yo, Mei (Enzo’s twin and Eliza’s baby sister) 4yo.

T-cesters dni! I will bash your kneecaps in.

#I updated some of my headcanons for the future turtle fam #tmnt 2012 next gen au #tmnt ocs #tmnt 2012 #2012 tmnt #my ocs #I’m thinking about writing some short fics around this au #tcest dni #tmnt 2012 donatello #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 mikey

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i-amtransexual · 1 year

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Please tell me about ur alien guys :)

NICE ok this will get long as shit so there will be my main guy (who has funky lore) and then my melting, gelatinous crying species (who have funkier lore) and then no more becuase ahahhaha i need to sleep

starting with the basics, there are multiple universes, and they are classified into "series" of universes. my main guy, Ooble who is my little minecraft sona, exists in a different series of univereses to the other alien guys. Ooble, originally from universe "⊣", within the series "ᔑ - ᑑ" gets sucked into the series of universes "ℸ ̣ ╎⍑ᓭ ||ᒲ" (which is basically just all my oc's and their worlds shhhhhh)

ok worldbuilding over, Ooble is an alien! what kind? who knows, he certainly doesn't and he doesn't care. he lives in the world of minecraft SMPs now and seeing as he isn't human, or at least a species of any living thing found on any SMP ever, he is alien to them, and that's how he defines himself. he's a very funky dude, full of transsexual swagger and he has no eyes but can see as if he does. no eyelids. no emoty eye sockets, just smooth skin. fun fact he can see like a human, but no one from his place of origin can see like that, through shenanigans involving gods he was given the gift of human sight. very fun. he also has freckles that are little purple stars, and sometimes they fall off of his skin and when they hit the ground they eventually grow into flowers with star shapes. unless it's snow then they just kinda melt into it and look like purple blood lmao. It's a sign of health, he's very unhealthy if they don't fall off, cuz it means all the germs and bacteria the stars catch are kept in him and that is not good.

ONTO THE OTHER GUYS.

don't have a name for this species of alien yet, but they come from the universe series "star trek AU's and star trek inspired stuff."

theses guys are kinda like slime in minecraft in that we all now they are gelatinous, squishy, goopy, viscous guys, but also when they hit you they're solid. that's what these guys are. BUT the catch is that hitting them with projectiles or swords doesn't work, as it just goes through them. the only way to really kill them is certain poisons, drowning them in various liquids or melting.

drowning works because if you water them down enough they can't keep a consciousness, and as long as you keep their container large enough, or just dump them into a huge body of water like an ocean they cant reform, unless someone spent years collecting every part of goop they cold find from a giant lake their beloved was drowned in years ago and pouring it all into a bucket over the years to hopefully eventually wait for their lover to reform into a shell of their former self. (spoilers much?)

melting is pretty obvious, if you heat it too much they can't keep their form and also eventually they are so liquid they get boiled off into nothing. some poisons work, but some are too think or too thin and get squished out. gotta be the same viscosity ya know.

they feel no (phyisical) pain cuz they have no nerves! their bodies are solid-ish enough to be able to take different forms, kinda like shape shifting except they are see through and it's only into shapes like a square or a human and they have nothing you can see internally, like organs for example.

basically, conscious goo, but they take form of things so it feels like there should be a brain in the bit of goo shaped like a head, but there isn't. those who have practice can get very detailed sculpting, eventually being able to look like they have the shape of eyes and with great practice some even learn how to move lips in time with their words!

but the FUN part is their tears. they can cry, which is about the only "human" like thing their bodies do. And their tears can be used to heal people. After they cry, if that liquid is collected, it eventually solidifies into a very thick healing slave, kinda exactly like hair gel but sparkly and alien tears. this healing stuff is highly sought after, and thankfully very little is needed to heal some serious wounds. i'm talking a teaspoon to regrow an arm kinda thing. the people running their planet, which only consists of three countries as it's mostly ocean which is dangerous, thankfully cut a deal with United Federation of Planets, where basically once you translate all the fancy legal mumbo jumbo, it is incredibly cheap, almost free and mostly readily available for everyone across the galaxy, as it never goes off and their planet has hundreds of years of this stuff, because of even longer reason that i can expand upon another time.

but that's just the healing tears.

a smaller percentage of their population, about 2 percent, have a very differnt effect on someone who uses their tear-gel-thingy. theirs tears carry their emotions, and the exact amount of emotion behind it. and it can only be felt through eating them. they are tasteless, and if you give someone too much they will die, so it is used as a very expensive, very secretive method of killing people.

for example, if one of the goo guy's brothers dies in a really awful horrible way, and the tears of the sibling's immense and painful grief are collected, anyone who eats merely a spoonful of this will be so over come with grief they would immediately have to lay down and sob until they were in pain. if they were given a few tablespoons, well they may as well just die right then and there. but also, if these were tears of joy, from a goo person's wedding, and someone ate those, the level of joy could be used as a highly sought after recreational drug.

that's why the percent of the population that has tears such as these are kept as the best kept secret of the planet, never allowed to leave the planet or tell anyone outside of the most trustworthy of people their secret. until now, when Otour boards a starship, the E.F. Unity, as the first ever member of their species aboard a federation starship, being of the ones that cry the tears that don't heal, but this is somehow unbeknowest to their planet. oh and what shenanigans shall ensue.

#holy fuck it is 11 minutes past my beddy bye time gn all #THANK YOU ANON FOR LETTING ME RAMBLE :DDDDDDDDDD #my alien guys.yay #asking

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the-acid-pear · 9 months

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I dreamt with this Danganronpa game except it wasn't really Danganronpa, in any way. Sure there was ONE Danganronpa character that being Bandai (from Mirai Hen) but then it was filled w misc characters from non existent dr games. One was very cool to there were this group of young girls but I selected specifically one that was this purple and black glowing rock alien who was I insist a little girl like middle school or some shit but was kinda ripped by virtue of being made of rock I guess and her flavor text said something about her not giving a fuck.

I guess it's worth mentioning that the point of this game was to accuse someone but at fucking random I guess, or with what you already knew of the characters. I remember clicking on Bandai for this reason, who btw was notably ooc bc how on edge he was, and the flavour text shamed me like "are you going to accuse him when he didn't even get to read his letter?". But nothing else that is notable happened here.

This did transition to this blonde anime boy who had showed up earlier who has this weird blocky stylized hair and his lower jaw was like caved in but not consistently, kept glitching in and out, like a doll being inflated and deflated. He was talking to this girl who I also think was blonde, but blonder, longer hair too, and he explained that apparently the baras (his word) had beaten him up and that was why he had his face like that but it was ok and kinda was like so um wanna go out with me? And she agreed.

And here's a funny part because they went into this big futbol field and it seems like in my dream universe there was this argentine meme that came from an Instagram post of two futbol players back to back all romantic and one had a t-shirt with a 4 (no clue if this is a number used in futbol I don't like the sport) and like it was captioned like 4(for) MI PUTO ❤️ and so now these guys from the team were giving out umbrellas 4 tu puto and I guess diversity won bc they gave it to this seemingly straight couple. Being someone's puto goes beyond gender I guess.

After that the dream got a bit dark tho, and it's shorter because I forgot details, but I was watching this documentary about this horror movie's creator who apparently had developed schizophrenia and while at first it was manageable it was slowly consuming him. The narrator explained he was specifically terrified of these "evil orbs" that lives inside his closet. One remarkable shot was our guy sculpting or looking down at this sculpture (like one of those paintings with 3D elements) of an unicorn in a setting akin to the one from the birth of Venus, with such colors and vibe. But the before beautiful and peaceful sculpture was now infected by these evil balls, spreading all over the lower right corner of the frame, crawling up the horse's leg.

After this I walked away from the documentary but I was like "haha just like me except balls instead of liquid" and as I stepped closer to my desktop I saw it covered in this bleeding, dripping, darkness. My chair was barely visible on it. I thought for a second of my oc Shira, but I'm unsure what that meant. Maybe she too is terrified of these liquids? Might be canon. I have no idea if it was tangible or dream me was genuinely aware of it being just a hallucination, but I was still scared enough to not go closer, instead diverting my attention to my cat Vito, who was now nothing like him. Short dirty hair, even fatter, big circular face, and had an eye patch. I don't know how I reached this assumption but I was sure he too was schizophrenic and I got very stressed because I guess I didn't want my cat to be as miserable as he was at the moment (his movement was also Weird his neck twisted almost like a human one).

I stopped freaking out when I looked out the window, previously covered by the dark liquid and saw daylight and I was like Right it's 7 pm it's too early to freak out! And the clock did say 19:01 and then I just woke up.

#luly talks #my dreams

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junebuggeryy · 2 years

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ask game: 9, 15, 23 and 24? (GOD your art is cool. I'm always blown away by it ^^ )

THANK Y OU i am handing you a bottle of my tears (affectionate)

9. Any new art mediums youve tried (or overall styles if you havent tried new mediums)

oh uhhhhhhhhhhhh h hhh hhhhh;hhhhhhhhhhhh i sculpt sometimes

mostly tiny things. a while ago i went mad with power trying to create a subatomic scalemate. i dont really post about it much because i prefer to keep it a low stress activity for when im not feeling the drawing juices? also i super dont know how to take good photos but it is, like, an area of constant backscenes experimentation

in terms of style, i feel like definitely have zoned in on some "retro" aesthetics this year? mostly the funkiest parts of mid-century-mod, and some 90s radical cheese

15. any upcoming planned drawings

oh god perpetually

mostly its tryling to emulate other art styles through OCs? i want to do a pulpy horror novel cover based around lorna. i want to make a hanna barbera xeno. i want to do an archie comic cover about a stupid love triangle between stupid idiots that keep being stupid. roxanne exists. when its not me trying to emulate an art style, its "i want to introduce this OC concept" and "i havent done [insert OC]'s design justice, time to redraw"

also comics. holy shit comics.

ive got dialog thats been circling me on loop for weeks on end. theres scenes that have me in a vice grip. i have a? a script? thats been slowly building??? i dont really believe in the power of new years resolutions but if im manifesting girbossing empathing anything, its that more comics make it up here

23. Favorite pose you've drawn

i dont. know how to draw a skeleton over this

24. what do you like most about your art style

neons go brrr

ok fine ill elaborate. i think ive got a good sense of shape language and color, and have managed to put together some character designs that manage to be pretty versatile yet distinct?

but also, yes, neons go brrr. i have long enjoyed art that is, what some might call, Bad and Wrong. i think digital art gives me a lot of freedom to be Bad and Wrong in the color department, because- like little timmy on the playground with a laser pointer- the more able i am to wield the forces of light and directly beam eye searing colors directly into peoples eyeballs, the more my acidic soul is satisfied* *to the degree that i also understand people may have medical need to not engage with flashing lights and harsh eyestrain

i could probably talk more about violent and alienating art? i think it ties back into my appreciation of surreal gore and the grotesque, the need to make something that... almost hurts to look at. despite my roots in gore and body horror, my current art style has definitely slid over into something pretty cute and cartooney? which isnt really a bad thing! but it is something i think about sometimes

#[bugg chitters]#that last one got away from me and ive reread it like thrice to see if it makes sense but #idk if it does so im juste gonna press post

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xbaebsae · 3 years

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First vs Last

Tagged by the wonderful @ziorre ♥

Rules: you choose one of your first art (even if you don’t like them) and one of your lastest art. Don’t forget to specify the years when you drew them and you can even write what, when and why these pics were drawn! Oh, and make sure you tag your fav art.

I cheated and chose more than one, forgive me.

Modelling:

2010: a weird ugly anime base created in blender 2.49 aka the ugliest ui under the sun. Suits the model lmao xD I think it was supposed to be an anime version of an OC but I never actually finished it. Looks more like an alien creature now.

2017: She’s Tessa, an OC from an original story I write. My first full character model, i made everything you see here myself, including textures. She was sculpted, then retopo-ed to be game res. Would change a lot of things nowdays but eh.

2020: Rheese base model is extracted from the game but many of her clothes and all of her hair was modelled entirely by me. Her hair is usually particle based but I learned how to convert that properly into a mesh for her in-game model. Her default shirt is also my own model, but it uses an edited version of Jacob’s shirt texture for accuracy.

Rendering:

2009: My very first 3d render using a retexture of a Tomb Raider: Underworld model. This was done in Maya xD and I evidently had no fucking idea what I was doing.

2020: Not technically my last render but the one that shows best where my skill level is at now I think :) Self made 3d background, particle hair, waaaay better posing and a camera angle that makes sense.

Throwing some tags to @p0lkadotdotdot @fadedjacket @dep-yo-tee @dieguzguz @yokobai @v3ryvelvet @veinereastath @theknifegame

#tag games #sorry for the alien nightmares folks

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fallen--lilith · 3 years

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Maid Service

So uh this is my first fanfic in YEARS. (SO NO FLAME XD) This is the first time I'm writing dbz related so go a little easy if everyone is a bit ooc (there's really no plot) (also I couldn't help myself with a Space Dandy reference) (I've seen bits and pieces of Super) In this, to avoid complications, Goku and Vegeta are not married. Beketaten is based off my self insert from when I was a kid. Well, back then she was a magical girl who also piloted a Gundam but now she's more of a slut. There will be no real schedule tbh of postings chapters. The second dbz fanfic will be more serious. I’ll probably going to make pretty banners when I have time. Please keep in mind I do write these on my phone at night as I go to bed. I also want to thank @saiyajima for the beta reading.

Word count: 646

Rating: Lime? future Lemon

Ships: Goku x Oc x Vegeta, Goku x OC, Vegeta x Oc and Gogeta x Oc

Part 1:

"What's taking him so long? Whis is never late!" Goku whined, stretching his muscular arms to warm them up. "I'm dying to test out some new strategies."

"Shut it Kakarot, complaining won't make Whis appear any faster." Vegeta huffed, leaning against a tree with his arm crossed. Mentally, he was cursing the angel.

"Hey how about we tra-" Just as Goku replied Whis appeared before them on Earth.

"I'm sorry I'm late boys, I had to help the new maid get settled in." The angel said as they left. Before they could ask about this 'maid', they appeared in the grand room of the God of Destruction's home.

Lord Beerus was there with a small rare amusement playing on his face as a gorgeous woman was talking to him. She was wearing a simple off white skirt that went down to her knees and had at least 5 inches of intricate embroidery designs with threads of gold and teal. Her top was wrapped around to where it gave more of a shawl look, low gathering at the breasts showing off her endowments.

Vegeta uncrossed his arms with a surprised look on his face as they approached Beerus and the newcomer. The woman had a tail! As his eyes trailed up ( they did linger on her breasts seconds more than they really should….wait is her top somewhat sheer?!) Gold earrings peaked out from her ear length straight black hair and the top of head were...cat ears?? Vegeta was stunned, though slightly disappointed she wasn't a (long lost) Sayian.

Both Saiyan were too preoccupied staring at the beautiful alien...Goku was hypnotized by the woman's nice, strong, tan arms. He hoped he would be able to train with this mysterious sphinx. His eyes wandered down to her nice wide hips that helped sculpt her round ass… If there was anything he learned from Master Roshi…it was that only enlightened men liked the booty. Goku could feel his face heat up a little bit.

"Ah you must the Saiyans." The catgirl said. The two cats approached the other three without the Saiyans realizing it. Her voice was like bells ringing during a sunny day. Their nose twitches from the mix of the smell of Lily and Myrrh with a very small dash of Cinnamon. It was tantalizing….

The woman bowed. "It's also a great honor to meet both of you in person. I've heard nothing but good things from Beerus. I'm even excited to try to train with both of you if time permits."

"Guys this is Beketaten...she's from the planet Nyanco. Her people offers a person every 1000 years to serve me in exchange of not destroying their planet…" Beerus said dryly. "I'm not usually swayed by such requests, but they do know how to cook some good fish."

"Nice to meet you Beke-Beketa" Goku couldn't roll her name off like his Master could.

"Beketaten. But if you wish, call me Beke." She gave him a sweet smile and bounced a little as she innocently posed. The trainees swore they heard a little boing from her breasts bouncing. "My only wish is to serve the God of Destruction, and that includes both of Master's pupils. So if you need anything, I'm happy to help nya~."

"Now, boys this doesn't mean you are excused from your own chores." Whis piped in.

"That's not fair!" Vegeta shouted. "What else are maids good for!? We have a lot of training to do!"

"I said she was my servant." Beerus said sternly. "She may cook for you and do your laundry amongst other things. But if I catch either one of you ordering her around, you'll be doing her chores too. Do I make myself clear?"

Both Sayians quickly nodded and bowed. Beerus let out a long sigh. He had a feeling he was going to regret this arrangement.

#dbz #dbz fanfic #dbz crackfic #vegeta x oc x goku #vegeta x oc x kakarot

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fanfictrashdump · 3 years

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Queening a Pawn, 19

If you're new: this is my procrastination fic. It is what I drabble around with when I'm being my worst self, and ignoring all my other WIPs and responsibilities! Enjoy!

Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?

Pairings: Loki x OC

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Delilah inhaled deeply, stirring suddenly out of slumber. Her eyes barely opened and focused on a shadow in front of her before the scream ripped out of her throat. Loki sat up beside her, daggers brandished and in search of blood, eyes wild and unfocused.

"For fuck's sake, Bucky! What the hell!?" Delilah shrieked, throwing pillows at the shadowed figure. For what it was worth, he looked apologetic for having nearly given her a heart attack. She did not, however, appreciate the fact that the only thing between Bucky and her naked form was 800 threads of black Egyptian cotton she was holding up with her left hand. Or the fact that he had found them asleep in Loki's quarters. Or that he found them naked in Loki's quarters. They had made it a point to be careful, and yet here they were.

"Sorry, Li. You didn't answer your phone."

"What's up?" She asked, once her heartbeat had gone back down. Loki groaned, falling back onto the pillows to slumber.

"There's a situation, we're going off on a mission. We were hoping we could borrow him," he replied, jutting his jaw out at Loki, who turned his eyes to stare curiously at the Winter Soldier. "It's that group Dwyer was part of–"

"And you want to take Loki? On a mission?" Delilah glanced to her right, cutting across the calculating green gaze piercing the dark. "He's clear for it on my end, but you might want to, you know, ask him."

"You in? Two days, tops. We're just raiding a warehouse." Bucky stared expectantly. "Strange could use some magic back-up."

Loki narrowed his eyes at Bucky before he sat back up, turning his gaze at Delilah. A hand rested on her bare back, sending a shiver down her spine. "I don't want to leave you alone."

"I have Einherjar and this," she replied, tugging at the silver chain around her neck. "And about a million different daggers. It would only be two days." She shrugged, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes with the heel of her right hand. "Do you want to go?"

"I'd like to assist, yes."

"Good. Wheels up in one hour." He left before the other two could respond.

Loki took care dressing. It had been a while since he had pulled on any clothes that weren't Midgardian in fashion or design. Even for training, he had gone for Earthly training garb, weighing himself down with discs to mimic his armor. He had not felt the need to parade around in his royal dress, and at current moment he debated whether he wanted to break the streak.

The simpler battle leathers hung in his wardrobe fit comfortably. There were no flashy embellishments or trinkets–just leather and magic in black and green, layered and spelled to keep the better part of injuries at bay. Delilah had insisted on helping, despite the fact he could spell his armor on faster than he could explain how each piece fit. Still, there was something soothing about her, still naked from the night before, lacing up his vambraces after a little direction. They had ended up having to refasten his cuisse after a lone brush of her fingers down his chest had caused him to all but rip his trousers off and sink into her warmth.

"Are you nervous?" She asked, sitting cross-legged in bed after summoning the energy to dress. The jeans and T-shirt she wore were no less appealing than her bare skin, so he tore his eyes away before another re-doing of his armor was needed.

"Only about leaving you unattended. Norns know what could happen when I'm gone." The notch that formed between his brows confirmed his concern, but Delilah was quick to brush it aside. Not to mention, she could feel his anxiety as easily as her own.

"I'll be fine. Just hurry up back to me, OK?" Loki nodded, dropping to his knees before her and making a point of kissing her so thoroughly he could sculpt her lips from memory. "Let's go. It's almost time."

"I love you," he said, knowing it would be impossible to say once they got to the helipad.

"I love you, too."

Sam let out a cross between a groan and a yell when they arrived at the helipad ten minutes later. "Frickin' finally! How long did it take you to tear this fool away from a damn book?" Both Loki and Delilah were confused but tried not to show it in their expressions. "Also, why are you in the library at 3 am? Do you have nothing better to do?"

Loki rolled his eyes, looking nonplussed. "Some of us knowhow to read, Falcon," he sassed before cutting his eyes at Delilah. Delilah, however, was mouthing a quiet thank you to Bucky, who shrugged.

Stephen poked his head out of the Quinjet, watching Loki cast one last longing stare at Delilah before marching past him onto the ship. Strange rolled his eyes, frowning at the woman. "Oh, come on! I thought you were better than that!"

"Lower your expectations, Strange. We're all trash," she joked, rolling her eyes just as petulantly. "I want you all back in one piece, OK? Be safe!" She watched Sam, Strange, and Bucky pack into the jet. Loki lingered by the doors as they closed and offered a half-wave that she returned before they had slipped through a portal Strange had evidently created.

"Delilah." There was no answer as Pepper waved a hand in front of the other woman's face. "Lilah. Lilah! Lilah! LILAH!"

Seemingly snapping out of it, Delilah turned her eyes at the redhead with a frown. "Did you say something, Pep?"

"Like twenty minutes worth of something, yeah," she joked, closing the files on Delilah's desk with a sigh and pushing them aside. "How long has it been, then?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know that face. I invented that face." Pepper leaned forward, propping her elbows on the desk. "How long since he left on mission, Li?"

Color rushed to her cheeks, and she slumped in her chair despite the desire to deny the accusation. It was no use. She was distracted and jumpy ever since the mission had gone on radio silence. Ever since she felt Loki's last emotion tugging at her through space. "It'll be twenty-nine hours… now," Delilah replied, glancing at the minute hand of the clock on the opposite wall.

"I would say that the waiting is the worst part, but… that's not true," Pepper admitted, eyes softening.

Delilah sighed, not knowing whether to feel better or worse. She had never considered the possibility of anything going wrong. It sounded ridiculous. "I'm not worried. Quick warehouse raid. Two days."

"Oh, you sweet innocent child." Lilah shuddered at the implication behind her expression. "Always add two days to whatever estimate they give you. Always expect them to come home with significantly fewer limbs. Don't watch the news."

Delilah had heeded Pepper's warning. For the most part. She had added extra time to their time away since the team had not shown any signs of returning after 48 hrs. Missing limbs weren't really a concern to Loki, who somehow cheated death an extraordinary number of times. After nine days of no information, however, she had succumbed to the temptation to turn on the news.

"We're coming to you now, live, from the scene of the battle. Early yesterday afternoon the underground movement known as PURITY took arms against the superhero group formerly known as the Avengers. Local infrastructure has been severely damaged and the city evacuated, though local authorities have no estimate for when the area would be safe to return."

Delilah stared the screen, teetering on the edge of her seat as she watched mortar and brick explode in dusty clouds.

"Local witnesses report the sighting of one Loki of Asgard working alongside the superheroes. Loki is better known as the figure responsible for the 2012 attacks in Germany and New York City that ended in the invasion of the Chitauri aliens."

Out of the corner of the screen she could see a pair of golden horns stretching towards the sky in a gentle swoop. He was running, pumping his arms before throwing a dagger in his right hand, dispensing with a group of attackers in a single shot. The image shook and Loki whirled around on a dime. A building in the background was trembling on itself and out the bare front threshold, Sam ran out with a bundle in his arms, one metal wing bent and smoking. Loki glanced up, momentarily frozen, before he made off like a shot. With a twist of his hands Sam flew off to the side, leaving Loki with his arms up, trying to manipulate the building to keep it standing.

Bucky and Strange came out a few moments later, their arms equally laden with bundles that Delilah realized were children. She gasped, a hand covering her mouth–if to keep herself from screaming or crying, she didn't know. On the video, Loki's teeth were grit in effort and concentration, and as time trickled past, his whole body trembled, all in the name of allowing Sam another run inside.

Another building imploded nearby just as Sam skirted by. There was a shouted exchange that Delilah could not read as the air thickened with dust and destruction. She didn't notice that she had kneeled in front of the television set, mere inches away from the picture. With bated breath she watched him slowly turn, trying to get distance between himself and the collapsing structure. Out of the far left corner a group of attackers was closing in. They opened fire upon the god. He threw his mouth open in a roar and in a flash of lights, there was nothing left but rubble.

"Loki!" Delilah squeaked, tears running down her face. As the haze cleared, she could make out Bucky sorting through the stones while Sam and Strange tried to pull him away. Another group was closing in and they had to move. The signal flickered before it went dark.

Lilah wasn't sure how long she had stared at the blank screen for. "FRIDAY, where's the Quinjet?" She demanded as she pleaded for the transmission to restart.

The AI prickled overhead. "The Quinjet is in stealth mode and cannot be tracked."

"Don't give me that shit, FRIDAY. I know Tony patched that bug!"

"I don't have any information, Del. I'm sorry."

She growled, getting to her feet and pacing around the room. Her hands itched to toss things around, a reaction that was very much atypical for her, but there was a desperation in her soul that she could not logically explain away. Sure, Loki had survived far worse, but at what point did the lottery stop pulling up his lucky numbers.

The predatory stalking persisted into the early hours of the morning. She had not stopped to eat or drink, only to bark annoyedly at FRIDAY who continually told her that she had no information. The news channels had lost their feed. She was in the dark both metaphorically and literally. Her pacing had outgrown the expanse of both hers and Loki's apartments, and so she had taken to the hallways. Her stomping footsteps made it abundantly clear that she was not in the mood to talk to anyone. Even Tony's hologram promptly backed away when he naively asked what the matter was.

Around twenty minutes past four in the morning, on the eleventh day, Delilah happened to be walking past the cargo bays on her usual circuit. The complex doors opening caught her attention from several hallways away and she wasted no time in running towards the disturbance.

"You could be bleeding internally, you idiot! Go see Banner!" Delilah could make out Sam's voice yelling over the strained sound of a scuffle.

"Listen here, you pathetic worm. She thinks me dead–"

"And you will be if you don't get checked out!" Sam interrupted. As Delilah turned the corner, she could see Sam holding Loki in a chokehold, and doing his best to hold his own and try to wrestle the Asgardian onto the floor.

"Loki." The name dropped from her lips in a whisper before she had even noticed it. It had been exceedingly quiet, but she felt like, at that moment, he could have heard it across the Nine without issue. A wave of relief washed over her like a riptide that left her momentarily dizzy. They needed to work on controlling emotions through this connection, but that was a topic for another day.

The Asgardian sunk to the floor without any more hesitation and Sam panted. "Will you just tell her you're in love with her so I don't have to deal with your erratic ass every time we go on mission? I can't have you going from chill to feral at the drop of a hat!"

"Dude." It was Bucky who spoke, leaning against the jet doors with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. He wiggled the fingers on his left hand and Sam focused on the silver band glinting in the nightlights.

The Falcon turned to Loki with a scowl. "Then, what the hell was that all about?"

"She thought me dead," he repeated, much gentler this time, having eyes only for Delilah. Leaving Sam to mutter angrily under his breath about having to deal with him being crazy for days while turning to unpack the Quinjet with Bucky.

Loki hissed, struggling to get his feet under him. Delilah found she had suddenly frozen to her spot, unsure as to whether or not this was real or if she had become so desperate to see her lover again that she had hallucinated. His right eye was swollen shut and his nose was most likely broken. Though his armor covered most injuries, he was holding his left arm at an odd angle and limping on the same side. Every time he stepped, he left behind a trail of blood droplets from an unknown source.

He still made it to her, close enough for her to close her fists around the loose leather chest piece to keep him from collapsing. Their lips connected in a short but intense kiss that tasted bitter and metallic to her tongue. When she focused, she noticed his mouth was full of blood and she hoped to any deity that would listen that it was his own.

"I need a medic quite urgently."

"FRIDAY, get Bruce to the Medbay."

"On it, boss!"

When Loki came to several hours later, the sun was streaming through the windows of the hospital and threatening to trigger a headache. Beside his cot, Delilah sat, slumped in her chair, asleep, looking about as tired as he felt. They really needed to control their shared emotions. A world away, he had felt the utter terror of when that damn building fell, pinning him down in the process. He felt the despair of thinking him dead, and he was sure she felt his desperate attempts to get back and prove that rumor incorrect. It wouldn't do for them to always have to deal with that. Still, he felt like he had earned the right to her feelings and didn't want to deprive himself of them, ever.

"Hey, you're awake!" Bruce exclaimed, and Loki drew a finger to his lips, gesturing towards Delilah. "Sorry," he continued, much quieter. "You're lucky you're not human or else you'd be pretty much a goner. You maxed out your nanobots treatment in an hour. You'll be out of commission for a while." He tapped at his tablet to page through his medical chart. "Barnes said you saved an orphanage."

"Yes, we did."

"No. He said you saved an orphanage," he corrected, glancing over his glasses.

Loki eased himself up with a hiss. "Yes, well. I am not overly fond of watching children die in a war they didn't ask for." He reached over for Delilah, brushing a curl out of her face with a smile. "Is she going to be alright?"

"She'll be fine. You're the one bleeding internally."

"I'm made of steel. She's cotton wool. I'm a lot more worried about her."

Bruce grinned knowingly. "A little sleep deprivation. She'll be good in a few hours." He replaced the tablet in the slot at the end of the bed. "Should I expect an invitation in the mail or…?"

Loki chuckled. "I'm more likely to shout it off the rooftops now that people know, if I'm honest." He shrugged, exerting as much seidr as he had left to float Delilah into his cot beside him. "I didn't think everyone would be this interested."

"We've learned to appreciate the little things." The giant man shrugged, smiling affectionately at how Loki tucked the girl into his side and wrapped her tight in blankets. "Get some sleep and recover so she can do the same." Loki nodded, snuggling down into the medical bed with a groan. "You did good, Loki."

"Thank you, Banner." Loki frowned at how heartfelt the sentiment became. He felt like, at some level, he was erasing some of the errors of his other self.

#Loki #Loki MCU #Loki (Marvel)#MCU fanfiction #MCU fanfic #MCU #alternate timeline #fix it #time heist #Loki x oc #Loki x ofc #mcu

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thots on dolls, i'm curious abt how u got into them/what u like abt them

dolls are neat! sometimes you’re a fourteen-year-old kid with unrestricted internet access living in a town without art and a best friend who you hate as much as you hate yourself -- but this friend has good taste sometimes and oh no

they show you, or you find, this, and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. (taste is an acquired thing, i don’t know what i was thinking). and then there’s her (it’s been eight years and i’d still sell my soul for her) and her and these and these and even this hideous fucker has amazing detailed construction and tiny intricate details if you look closely even though he’s ugly as all hell (his owner and i are no longer friends, he was not a factor but i’m so glad i get to trash him because jesus christ what IS that). and you look into it a bit further and holy shit you can customize them, they come in one colour and sometimes in pieces and when you’re doing their makeup you’re actually pretty much adding their skin since they don’t have blood vessels or freckles or anything. and you can make their clothes and wigs and shoes (it’s way cheaper that way) and there are wildly different sizes and styles and levels of poseability and they only really became a thing in the late 90s so the older ones look simplistic and awkward but they still look sweet. some of them have intense expressions, or stylized ones, but most of them only come with one face and photographing them is like making postmortem pictures look lifelike.

they have this weird sense of personality to them, even the serene-looking ones. when i bought ada (third link above), it was kind of terrifying? she was tiny and fragile and the seller didn’t put her head on and she came in a pink child-size shoebox with all these tiny tiny clothes and accessories with her face painted on (here she is) and she was literally seventeen centimetres tall. i hate kids, i’m not a fan at all, but it was like seeing a new baby. and then she was a brat! she doesn’t like holding poses, her limbs snap around, her head lolls around on its socket, and she goes cross-eyed if you bump her slightly. she can’t decide on a hairstyle or eye colour, she hated her original face and she hates how i redid it, and she’s too tiny and delicate to take anywhere. i love her so fucking much. i’ve had her since i turned sixteen, and i’m twenty-two now. the reason i like lola so much isn’t just that hesitant alien is a kickass album, it’s because there’s this weird little creature and it’s you and it’s also not you and it’s your best friend and a strong critic of your every move and it’s cute and it’s fuzzy and it’s not real like a person but it’s kind of more real than that?

other dolls are cool too. i’ve spent more time with this $40 impulse purchase than i have with all $200 USD of ada, and i love her a lot too, but in a different way. some people use dolls to “shell” their characters, but mine tend to just happen, and ada’s character is more important than emi’s, no matter how cooperative emi is. one of my other oldest dolls is a pair of legs (because she’s the type you can buy as separate parts) and i keep putting off assembling her entire body because she feels like art and she’s kind of my favourite weird sculpture now. even the ones that don’t work out are really neat to have around -- most doll hobbyists sell members of their collection that don’t work, some are like revolving doors, others keep everything, so there’s always a secondhand market going that you can add to or pull from, or just look at for inspiration.

the customization aspect is really fun, too. some of them you have to reinvent from the ground up (i finally got a blythe and that’s what i’ll be doing with her as soon as my WIP list is at a better point), others you have weirder tasks on, like dyeing or repainting a body to revitalize it/suit a character (doing that to a unoa kit like the one pictured above) or modifying it to improve poseability or visuals (i’ve been hacking at a barbie body so she can bend her legs to fit in her wheelchair). sculpting your own dolls is a super-involved process, but i’ll do that eventually too (reading books about it is really meditative, especially since they tend to be in other languages so you have to inspect the pictures super closely. it’s like targeted dreaming). making doll clothing was a really strong draw for me for a while -- i wasn’t happy with how i exist in a body and it’s never the way i want, so i used dolls as kind of clothing horses for styles or designs i wouldn’t or couldn’t wear myself. now that i feel better about that, the dolls just kind of get what they want (and i’ve been neglecting them to sew for myself lmao but they don’t mind).

my phases run in weird cycles, so i’m really out of the loop on new developments relating to anything other than mattel inc. (the fashion doll community on tumblr is great), but it seems like the hobby is getting a lot more creative and a lot less stale than it was the first couple of times i was really into it. it’s this fluid, ever-changing thing that makes jumping back in really interesting (and a lot of work), but there’s still this comforting base to it that stays the same (use respiratory protection and high-quality materials when doing faceups, don’t buy recasts, volks/fairyland/alchemic labo are popular and cute). and if you swap doll types, there’s months/years more of entertainment. (i have big gay autism, or, like, adhd-autism crux/combination, and research is so fun)

dolls are great! they’re like muses, photography subjects, OCs, clothes horses, mascots, art projects, and (sometimes) investments all at once. whatever kind of phase i’m in, there’s something i can do with them. and they’re good company, and great for decoration and indulging your goth sensibilities and freaking out your visitors if you feel like it

random bag of onions to finish off: creepy and cute are accidental and if you deliberately aim for them you’ll get boring off-base results, what kayla said about s*x dolls applies to other types of doll too (if you try to put too many conventionally attractive features together you’ll just end up with something uncanny and grotesque instead of something really beautiful), toyetic design is for babies, doll hobbyists esp. forum communities still have a lot of unconscious biases esp. racism and homophobia to unpack, recasting is art theft and is killing the community via its artists but barbie/blythe/integrity knockoffs are basically a moral responsibility, and art dolls with huge hips are the new minifee chloes

#this got long because i. dolls.#asks #vampixie

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The Alien and the Thief. Ch 1

BTS AU Fic: Yoongi/OC

Rating: R

Beta: None

Warnings: violence, reference to child abuse

Summary: The Sesh came to Earth looking for willing females to help keep their race from dying out. Can an alien and a thief find their happy ever-after?

Notes: I hope you enjoy my new story, and would love to hear any thoughts/comments you have about it. Thanks.

Chapters: 1| 2 | ...

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The aliens came around two years ago. Earth was shocked, but was also at the point of not caring. The planet, as a whole, was so far into starvation and never-ending wars that the entire population of Earth was almost grateful to be obliterated by an unknown race. Instead, the Sesh wanted to help Earth. Medicine, food, and other necessities would be provided for all; for a price. Women. The Sesh race would soon be gone as they had not produced more than a handful of women in the last century. Earth, on the other hand, had an abundance of women. The aliens figured Earth could share. The few politicians who were left gave an unconvincing show of bravo and outrage, while the Sesh just went on with their plan only contacting the “leaders” out of courtesy.

People around the globe stood in awe when aliens and construction materials were beamed down to different parts of Earth. Buildings went up in hours. Each with a sign that said, “Intake Center”. That was amazing, but the aliens themselves were more so. They looked human, but more perfect. More sculpted. Somewhat harsh, and undeniably sexy. They stood tall, lean, and had an air about them that said they could handle their own.

While everyone stood dumbfounded watching, huge screens dropped down from the sky hovering above the Intake Centers. The screen flicked on, and the most beautiful man anyone had seen smiled at them all. His dark black hair fell roguishly over his large brown eyes. His face looked as if it had been sculpted by a master who made every line perfect. He had what must be a type of military uniform on. It was dark blue, and had different colored gems adorning his right sleeve. Earth held its breath, as he began to speak in the native language of each country an Intake Center was established.

“Greetings to Earth. I am Emperor Seokjin of the Sesh. We are very happy to offer our services to your world. We have food, medicine, and many other necessities that are scarce on your world. As many of you already know, the Sesh race is dying out. We would be honored if the women of your world would join with us to create the families that are needed to see the Sesh prosper. These Intake Centers will be where the rules and regulations will be told to any who wish to join with a Sesh male. Any woman who wants to make a life with a Sesh male will be treated with honor and respect. She will be treasured above all. We look forward to having a beneficial alliance with Earth. May your life be full of peace.” With one last radiant smile. The screen went blank.

Riots started almost immediately. The Sesh warriors who came down with the building materials, just watched with an almost detached amusement as everything that was thrown at them was unable to penetrate a force field that encompassed the whole Intake Centers. Rocks, bullets, knifes, and even a missile produced from some end of the world cache could not pass through the field. After two weeks, even the dumbest human understood that nothing they did could make the Sesh go away. Little by little women began to make their way to the Intake Centers. This riled up the mobs again, but they fast learned that if they tried to forcibly stop a woman from entering an Intake Center, the Sesh had no qualms about doing whatever was necessary to save said woman. Several men found their grasping arms broken. It was done quickly and efficiently, with the Sesh helpfully pointing out where the attackers could get medical help at the new hospital down the street.

In less than three months, things had settled down into an uneasy truce. Now it was two years later, and things had gotten somewhat better for Earth. People were still greedy and mean. So, the rich still got richer while the poor struggled. It seemed that the Sesh were happy to let Earth manage what was given to them with little interference from them. A voucher system was put into place for the women of Earth. Someone who wanted to join with a Sesh had to have a voucher. Vouchers were highly sought after, and for the poor seemed to be a pipe dream. It seemed that humans could even mess up and turn an alien invasion into a way to screw each other over.

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Amy Toth was a thief, among other things. She did have rules, though. She would only steal from the rich. Others of her trade would steal anything that they could, no matter who it was from. Amy figured that the poor already had it rough enough, and the rich would be fine being a few credits lighter. So that is why she was in the swank part of town, pretending to enjoy a fruity drink, which had cost her a pretty penny. She had used more credits to shower, and had on her best set of cloths that she only used when she came to this part of town.

Her mark was a woman so occupied laughing with her friends, that she had no clue her purse was open. On her first reconnaissance pass, Amy had noted that the woman’s wallet was small which had sealed the deal. Figuring it was now or never, Amy proceeded with her plan. Getting up from her table, Amy threw her cup away, before stumbling on nothing and going down hard in front of the marks table.

“Oh, no! Are you okay?”

All the women jumped up with a cry, trying to help Amy. Leaning her weight on the mark, Amy deftly lifted her wallet from the open purse and slid it into her pocket. It was smooth and done in seconds.

“I’m so embarrassed!” Amy cried, in the high pitch nasal voice that all the uptowners seemed to use. “Thank you so much for helping me!” Giving an embarrassed laugh, Amy repeatedly thanked the women until she was around the corner. Taking off at a run, she was two streets over before she started fishing into her pocket to see what she had managed to get. Suddenly, her talkie went off. Shoving the stolen wallet back into her pocket, Amy scrambled to pull her small talkie out of her other pocket. The device had cost almost a years worth of savings, but Amy was happy to have it.

“What’s wrong?” Amy asked the second she clicked the answer button. The only person who knew this number was her little sister, and her sister wouldn’t call unless something was wrong. Amy began running even before her sister answered.

“They are here!” her sister whispered, obviously trying to make as little noise as possible.

“Stay in the emergency hole. I’m coming!” Amy clicked off and then ran faster than she ever had before. She knew who “they” were. Skif and his crew had been after Amy to join their operation. She had said no more times than she could count. Looks like the last no was one too many for them.

Running through the back allies, Amy was soon climbing a fence that led to a totally different world than the part she was just in. Throwing herself over, she hardly took notice of the ripping sound of her pant leg getting caught on the top before tumbling down on the hard dirt. Scrambling up she took off running, crossing the old train tracks in record time. Her lungs were on fire, but she pushed on. She would die before she let anything happen to her sister. Cutting up a garbage strewn street, she could see her front door wide open. Charging up the rotting stairs, she bursts into the shabby apartment.

“If it aint Miss Amy. We was lookin’ for you. Also lookin’ for your cutie sister.”

Amy tried to gulp air into her lungs. “Get out Skif!” Amy managed to wheeze out, trying to take in the positions of Skif and his two men. One was close to the hidey hole that Amy knew her sister was in. Taking a few deeper breaths, Amy pushed her way through the men, and then turned to faced them. Causing them to group around Skif and move away from where her sister was hiding.

“Is that any way to treat a friend, lovey?” Skif’s broken and yellowed teeth flashed in a tight smile as he took a few steps toward Amy.

“Not your friend.” Amy answered, standing her ground. She reached into her back pocket and brought out her switch blade. The click when the blade made its appearance made Skif’s eyes harden.

“You really think that little poker is gunna save you?” Skif asked, giving a little laugh.

Skif was the leader of a smallish gang. Amy had hated him for years, but lately he had started looking at Amy’s sister, Lydia, with a hunger that made Amy want to throw up. Soon after that had started, Skif began trying to get Amy to join his gang. Now it seems they were done playing nice.

“If you don’t leave by the count of 3, you will see how good I am with this here poker.” Amy never took her eyes off Skif, as she widened her stance. Holding the knife in her fist, blade pointed down, she raised both her fists to chin level. She would not go down without a fight, and she had been brawling on the streets since she was ten. Her father had been part of the Old American military. He had made sure Amy knew how to defend herself.

The sound of a gun being cocked, made Skif and his men whirl around to the front door.

“It seems you fellas need to listen to Amy and get out.”

Amy could have cried when she saw Digger standing in the doorway, his pistol pointed right at Skif. Digger was old, but was still a good shot. Everyone knew that. He had also been in the Old American military.

“Do you really think you can take all of us, old man?” Skif tried to laugh again, but Amy heard the unease in his voice.

“Well, I guess you can stay around and find out.” Digger’s voice was calm, and his hand holding the gun never shook. “Or you could leave, and we can all pretend this never happened.”

The face-off lasted only a few seconds, before Skif laughed again.

“We’ll talk later.” He threw over his shoulder at Amy, before he and his men made their way out of the apartment, keeping a close eye on Digger who turned to let them through, but kept his gun on them the whole time. Digger watched the gang until they were around the corner, and then came into the apartment and shut and locked the door.

“You and Lydia need to get different digs.” Digger said, putting the safety back on his gun and sitting down on the dilapidated couch.

“You too, and thanks.” Amy said as she knocked on the wall above the hole, letting Lydia know she could take the lock off. A piece of the wall slid open, and Amy helped Lydia out of the hole. Lydia was eight years old and small for her age, but soon the hole would be too little for her. Amy had realized that there was an empty space between their own apartment and the neighbors when she accidentlly kicked a hole in the wall. It housed some pipes, and would never be big enough for Amy, but it made a perfect space for Lydia to hide when needed. Digger had helped her with the door, and most would never know it was there.

“You’ll need to make it quick.” Digger said as he went toward the door. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

Amy watched as Digger left. She wanted to beg him to take them with him. Wanted to stay together, but that was not how it worked in this world. Digger did what he could. Now they were each on their own.

“Grab the go bags!” Amy said to Lydia, who was already moving to where the emergency bags were kept.

Using her knife to lift a floor board, Amy grabbed all the saved credits hidden there. Suddenly, she remembered the wallet she had stolen. Pulling it out of her pocket she was happy to see a good chunk of credits to add to her stash. Taking a folded piece of paper out, Amy felt her breath leave her when she read. It was a voucher!

“Lydia! It’s a voucher!” Amy felt her hands shake as she held the voucher.

“The Sesh.” Lydia reached out a hand almost reverently to the piece of paper.

The two sisters looked stunned at each other, before Amy finally got to her feet. Shoving half the money into both packs before distributing the rest of it in the hidden pockets that she had sewn into both her and her sister’s clothing.

“Are we going to sell it?” Lydia asked.

Amy didn’t answer right away, assessing her options. They could make a tidy sum by selling the voucher, but that took time. Time, they didn’t have. Skif could be back any moment, and no matter where they hid, Amy knew he would eventually find them. So that left only one option.

“We are going to go to the Intake Center. Now.” Amy said, hefting her backpack into place, then helping Lydia do the same.

“You mean, you are going to marry a Sesh?” Lydia asked, her eyes wide.

“Yes.” Amy said, not letting her fear show. Everyone said that the Sesh were a noble race, that treated women well, but Amy never truly believed that they were as good as they claimed to be. She wasn’t going to tell her sister that, though. Especially because this was their only option now. “Let’s go.”

Amy and Lydia double checked that their bags were closed, and then headed out. Glancing out the door, Amy didn’t see any of Skif’s men around. Grabbing Lydia’s hand, they ran down the stairs, and started towards the better part of town. Toward the Intake Center. Towards their chance to get off the hell that was Earth.

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Warrior 7th Class Yoongi of the Min Clan was tired. Tired of inspecting Intake Centers. Tired of the rotten planet called Earth. Tired of all the crooked deals that made the help given by his people almost impossible for the truly poor to get. He was at the Intake Center in an Old American city that was called Chicago. It was the last stop of the day, and he was looking forward to getting back to his ship. They had already had all the formal pageantry that came with his arrival, and Yoongi was now conferring with the Warrior in charge.

Suddenly, loud voices could be heard coming from one of the receptionist areas. Yoongi started toward the disturbance. Coming around the corner, he could see one of the human receptionists glaring at another human who slapped her hands down on the desk and leaned in.

“It says I can bring any personal possessions that I want.” The woman said, tapping the pamphlet that briefly went over some of the rules of the Intake Center.

“Your little sister is not a personal possession.” The receptionist said, narrowing her eyes at the other woman.

“Says who? Nowhere in the rules does it say I can’t bring a human. Besides, the Sesh would have another woman to join with when my sister grows up. Two for the price of one!”

“That is ridiculous!” the receptionist also came to her feet and leaned toward the other woman. Both of them looked like they were gearing up for an out and out battle.

Yoongi watched the clash with interest. It was true that the woman’s claim that her sister was a personal possession was a bit crazy, but at the same time she did find a loop-hole in the rules. One that if she pushed hard enough, would let her get her way. Yoongi was sure that this woman would have no trouble pushing as hard as she needed to. Holding up his hand to stop the Warrior in charge from intervening, Yoongi crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. It would be fun to see what this Earth woman had up her sleeve next. He noted with growing interest that the woman was pretty. She was petite, with brown hair that was currently in a messy bun. Her cloths were ripped and dirty in places, but all in all she was clean. Her sister sat in a chair next to her. The child seemed extremely small to Yoongi’s eyes. Her cloths were cheap, but clean. She had blond hair, and her big blue eyes were watching her sister.

“Why am I even talking to you? I want to speak to whoever is in charge here!”

Yoongi figured that was his cue. He had decided that he wanted this little human.

“I will allow you to bring your sister, if you join with me.” Yoongi called from where he was leaning against the wall, causing his men to gasp. Straightening, he made his way toward the desk where his little human stood.

Amy looked up, and then took a step back. There was a whole group of Sesh staring at her. Trying to focus on what had just been said. She looked at the Sesh who seemed to be the leader of the group. He was dressed in the blue military uniform that all the Sesh seemed to wear. He had silver hair, and almost black eyes. He was not as tall as the other Sesh surrounding him, but he was still taller than her.

“I…I..What?” Amy wanted to smack herself. She was stuttering like a fool. She felt her face burn in embarrassment when the Sesh gave her a somewhat patronizing smile before repeating what he said.

“I will allow you to bring your sister, if you join with me.”

“Who are you?” Amy made herself stand tall and look directly in his eyes.

“Warrior 7th Class Yoongi of the Min Clan. At your service.” Yoongi bowed.

“Ok. Warrior what-its from the Min Clan. Why should I join with you?”

“I will honor you and your sister. I will keep you safe and happy. We will be a family. Plus, I’m the only one who can say yes to your claim that your sister is a personal possession.” Yoongi finished with a slight smirk.

Amy locked eyes with him a while longer, before slowly nodding her head. “I’m Amy Toth. As long as you keep my sister and me safe. I will join with you.”

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Winds are changing

Fandom: Marvel / Thor

Summary: Jennifer didn’t know it then but a storm was coming.

Pairing: Thor x OC

Notes: NSFW

All Materialists @melyalizarchive

More on Jennifer

Was it silly to compare Thor to the weather? He was, after all, the god of thunder. But it was more than that. Jennifer always felt like when it came to Thor there was always an element of weather was tied up around him.

Even when she first met him. On that hot sticky night. It felt like Gotham was about to explode. The way the clouds loomed so close and low. Trapping in all that city heat. It felt as if the pressure was pushing down on her.

A storm was brewing and the seemed to cause a shift in everyone.

Letting out a sigh of pure relief Jennifer waved to Shane as she walked into the bar. The air-conditioned air washed over her like ice water. Install giving her hot skin goosebumps. It felt amazing. Her normally straight hair was standing on ends from the humidity she knew after a few shots it wouldn’t really matter.

Only a few drinks in and the world already seemed brighter.

“Light me up hottie!” the brunette said turquoise eyes flashing as she placed her empty glass on the bar. Shane let out a laugh making her another drink.

“It’s always you and tequila, you both have the most fun.”

“Is that it?”

“I think so.”

Jennifer took the glass downing the whole thing in a few gulps. Shane shaking his head as she turned the glass over on the bar slamming it down triumphantly. He was right. Tequila meant she was in the mood for a good night.

“Well bring on the FUN!” she sang taking a few steps back, hands in the air. Walking straight into a solid object. Turning, fully expecting a wall she came face to face with Adonis. “Oh hello.” the man sculpted from heaven itself smiled down at her. Jennifer felt like rays of sun were falling upon her. Lighting her up.

“Hello”

“Who are you?”

From his place, at the bar, Shane let out a loud laugh. Obviously getting a joke she was missing. Had she met this guy before? No way, she would remember a body like that.

“I’m…”

“Brad… no wait, Brock. You look like a Brock”

The man laughed, it was deep rumbling like thunder. With a base that seemed to shake the whole room. Jen couldn’t help but smile back.

Outside the sky opened up pouring the city with the relief it so desperately craved.

Three weeks later Jennifer would take a job with Shield only to learn why Shane had been laughing.

-A year later-

The sky was beautiful outside. A full moon lighting up a city that never slept. Jennifer was enjoying her latest reality TV show with a glass of wine when her own reality drama came crashing in through her window.

“Is Maia here?”

Jen looked up in total shock as Thor stumbled through her window.

“Oh, my god what happened to you?” She asked deciding not to ask why he was coming through her window. With her line of work some days it felt like there was more traffic coming through her window than the door.

“I am looking for my sister” Thor slurred slightly. The pain from the obvious fight he had just been in muddling his brain, and possibly his vision. Placing down her glass Jennifer stood taking his hand leading him to her couch.

“Ok sit for a second and tell me why you are looking for Maia?”

“There are aliens after her. I managed to take out many but as you can see they are a formidable enemy”

“Yeah,” Jen said shooting off a text to her best friend warning her of the pending danger. She got an almost instant reply of Maia taking a selfie while kicking a Skrull in the face. All seemed fine.

“Let’s clean you up,” the brunette said quickly grabbing her first aid kit that was never very far. Again, the line of work. The crowd you ran in. That sort of thing. It helped that her own sister was one of the worst for coming home covered in injuries.

She patches him up while he watches. His blue eyes watching her intently. She wasn’t going to lie. He caught her on a Friday night; a bottle into the bachelorette and just a bit lonely. It had also been a second if you catch my meaning. And patching up a literal god wasn’t helping in that department.

After she had cleaned his wounds she looked up at him. very aware of the already compromising position she was in. “where does it hurt the most?”

He nodded toward the wound on his chest. Gently Jennifer stood up her hands on his legs as she leaned forward kissing the spot he pointed to. She could hear him take a deep breath as her lips touched his bandage. “Where else?” He gently gestured to his shoulder. She kissed it

Then he pointed to his forehead

Then lips

He tasted like rain in the city during summer. When the cold water would hit the pavement causing it to steam up. Delicious and refreshing. His tongue he was cool against hers, playful and curious. His grip was now on her waist pulled her toward him making her straddle him on the couch. His body felt warm under her fingers. She could almost feel the electricity as her fingers brushed the skin of his chest.

He let out a soft moan of protest as she pulled away but it was quickly replaced by one of pleasure as she kissed his neck nibbling at his skin. His large hands trailed from her hips to her butt pushing her closer to him. Giving her a firm squeeze with excitement as she found his sweet spot. He mumbled a few Asgardian words under her breath as she felt his body heat spike.

There was something truly thrilling and a little empowering about turning a god on.

Her kisses trailed from that delightful spot on her neck to his ear. Her tongue trailed up his lobe “are you feeling better?” Jennifer whispered her warm breath caressing his now sensitive skin. Letting out a growl Thor flipped her over so she was laying in her back on the couch. She could see his eyes now. Sparking with small sparks if energy bright blue and alive.

Jennifer felt her breath catch in her throat as Thor descended on her lips. Almost animalistic with hunger. Jennifer’s hands tangled into his long locks as she wrapped her legs around his waist grinding into him this time. He moaned into her mouth and she could almost feel the electricity flicker around them. Her hair was going to be a mess tomorrow for sure.

Unwrapping herself she let her hands trail from his hair down his back and round his waist tugging slightly at his belt

“What about down here? Are you sure you not hurt down there?” Jennifer asked pulling away from his mouth for a moment.

Thor got the message almost instantly pulling her up so she was around his hips as he stood.

“Bedroom?”

“That way” she pointed toward her bedroom door just past the kitchenette.

Jennifer let out a squeal of laughter as Thor threw her on the bed. Bouncing slightly she quickly fumbled with her sweatpants as Thor watched her pulling his own off. Outside thunder rumbled slightly. She frowned, distracted for a moment in the shift of weather.

It reminded Jennifer of that first night. When the sky seemed to explode around her. She hadn’t realized it then that it would lead to this.

Thor’s cold mouth on her hot skin brought her back to their moment. Lighting her up. Sending shivers down her neck as the god of thunder grabbed her leg pulling the small human closer to his huge body. She could feel tiny sparks flickering from his hand as they caressed her leg.

Jennifer looked up at him licking her lips a small smile playing on her lips. “Well God of Thunder, what’s your plan?”

CRACK.

The sky seemed to be breaking down around them. Thunder rolling in the distance crashing upon them as he leaned forward. The room growing darker as the weather shifted.

“I’m going to return the favor and make you feel better.”

It was Jennifer’s turn to gasp as he descended upon her. Hot of heavy as he worshiped her body. Thor’s body seemed to be glowing with energy as he moved above her. Jennifer had always thought of sex as electrifying but this was a whole new experience altogether.

Thor’s touch was warm, so exhilarating. It felt like he was lighting up her body. Every nerve on end, so aware of each brush, each kiss, each stroke. Jennifer had never felt like this before.

As the storm closed in it was as if he was consuming her. Pulling her into his own personal tornado. Was a window open? Was that a cold breeze or his lips on her arm? Jennifer moved with him, pushing and pulling herself deeper until it was as if the world crashed around them.

Thor came hard with Jennifer following closely behind. A flash of lighting light up the whole room. Eliminating their bodies as they crashed together. Thunder booming overhead with Thor’s cries. Jennifer was sure the sound must have echoed through the whole city.

They both laid there in her bed tangled up in each other. Lost in the moment together. Soft raindrops rolling down Jennifer’s window much like her own fingers across Thor’s chest. The calmness after the storm. Jennifer could feel sleep overtaking her as Thor’s grip tightened pulling her closer as he buried his head in her neck his breath slowing down.

Jennifer couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. She felt as if nothing bad could touch her. As if the entire universe had descended upon her to wrap her up and never let her go. As if all that anxiety was washed away with the rain.

She didn’t realize it at the time, but like that night in the bar, the winds were changing.

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Millennia-00001010

Space au starring Virgil, a succulent from outer space.

Characters: Virgil, OCs, the Dragon Witch

Warnings: Swearing, fearing for one’s life, non-human non-sexual nakedness mention--basically taking a shower but feeling insecure about themselves, dehumanization/depersonization, verbal abuse and threats, basically threatening and forcing someone to work

I do not know if I wrote the warnings properly, so if should mention anything, please say so

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The large alien man that carried Virgil looked similar enough to Dei’dra for Virgil to conclude that they were of the same species. Otherwise, Virgil did not recognize him. He must not have been an employee of Dei’dra, some new hired hand, or a hire so recent he was not in the books yet.

He had large, black colored eyes. He had dark crimson scales that spread across what looked like his entire body. (Virgil did not want to know whether that was true). He wore a large suit, or maybe robe. Virgil guessed he was around ten feet tall from the distance between his feet and the ground.

They kept climbing higher. They traveled to parts of the ship he had only seen about once or twice. And parts of the ship that were too far away to sneak into and not be missed in the automation room.

Eventually, there was a large door he had only seen from his station. The main exit.

He was taking him off the ship.

Tense, Virgil nearly squirmed in the man’s grip. He did not though, that could cause him injury. Virgil, despite how much he hated the ship, he could not imagine leaving it. Not now, not anymore.

The door opened and Virgil, instead of meeting the cold vacuum of space, was met with a completely new sight.

The planet was red. They were in a large dome. Pristine white buildings with large windows that sat in a neat grid. Everything looked the same, the same age, the same incomprehensibly tall height, as if everything blinked into existence at the same time. Beyond the transparent barrier was a vast desert. He could see the orange horizon, jagged clouds pinned across the velvet. Dark black shadows settled below orange cliffs. Directly above his head, an orange sun burned.

He was led inside one of those buildings. They kept climbing upwards. Virgil wondered if Dei’dra was finally going to kill him. Maybe all these years she had been waiting to find the tallest structure she could find to throw him off of. Not what he expected, but Virgil dreaded his fate just the same. Virgil numbly watched the rooms go by as they climbed the air, counting.

They reached the highest floor in the building. The room was unbearably white. He was dropped onto the ground and the alien man sunk down behind him.

He felt exposed. He looked down at his limbs. The woody appendages were a deep dark grey. He could still see an undertone of violet, but only he would notice that. The contrast between himself and the room was frightening. He waited.

“Ew, what’s that shit all over you?” He had zoned out, but he was woken up when he was nudged—well, kicked really—by a foot. His head shot up, alarmed. Dei’dra. He could not help that his whole body was shaking.

“Yeah, yeah, take this down to maintenance and hose it down or something.” Dei’dra talked into her earpiece. “Is it waterproof? Ah, yeah, ‘would sure think so.” Ending the call, she then said to herself, “Maybe this time we’ll finally get a proper computer lab. I’d hate to see what sort of mess the automation room was. Probably reeked or something.”

Virgil’s feeling of intrusion only grew as Dei’dra talked like she was alone, by herself, as if he was just some paperweight sitting on a shelf.

Eventually, Virgil was escorted to a sectioned off room a few floors below. It was white, pristine, and lifeless. Virgil, after being plopped onto the floor, stood up in front of a floor to ceiling mirror.

He did not expect to not recognize himself; at first, he thought there was someone else in the room. Then he recognized the dull purple of his skin and concluded that he really did look like that.

He was an unorganized mess. His body was arranged in a haphazard way. No wonder nobody recognized him as a person.

He was a clump of trailing vines, glowing eyes, lanky limbs. He twirled around, counting his several arms and legs. It was like someone planted a blackberry bush somewhere and left it to its own devices.

He looked at where his chest would be and saw a large metal device that jutted out of his skin. Marred, gnarled, the tissue was deformed and sunk inward, like the device sunk a hole into his body. He could see most of it, but many vines had grown over it. It felt larger on the inside, like he could feel much more than what was visible.

Just the sight of it filled him with dread. They would always know where he was. This tracker might as well have been a part of him. He knew it better than most other body parts, he had prodded at it compulsively for years.

It was stabbed into a very inconvenient place, and if he tried to remove it, he feared he would spill out. It had invaded his body like a virus. He could speak to it like he could with a cancerous tumor.

Shifting his focus from the tracker, he decided that while he was here, he should shift his body to look not so ragged.

First, the shower. It was heavenly and unbearably hot. He watched as the water soaked the dust away. He watched dead leaves pool at his feet. He watched the charcoal sink into the drain.

He stepped out of the shower and looked at himself again. His nakedness made him feel utterly vulnerable, as if the dirt that caked on his skin had clothed him before.

What should he look like? He tried to remember what Anton or Andy looked like, but the memory was so faint, it felt like corrupted data.

He thought of the automations. He thought of Dei’dra. Maybe if he looked more like them, they would like him more?

He needed a face. He had eyes. He had a mouth. He just needed to mold, sculpt his head into something that resembled a face.

He thought of Lova; he could not remember her face, only the long mouthless, noseless wrapping of bandages. The dark wet petals below her wide white eyes.

He had a troubling time creating himself a face. He looked more like the automations, the robots, the machines than the humanoid aliens he had encountered over the years. He did not have much of a mouth or nose. He had large glowing eyes, much too big to resemble a human’s.

He had a troubling time creating himself a body. He had little mass, little malleable new growth that could be easily shaped and pruned. He tried to stretch himself, lengthen himself. Instead of a clump of peas and vines, he was a tall stalk, like a dying plant trying to grow towards sunlight.

He touched the mirror screen. He picked himself out some clothes. Very simple, baggy garments. The dark evergreen jacket made him think of Andy.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He felt even less recognizable. He felt like the shower washed off parts of him. Good and bad ones. Good ones that reminded him of home.

Despite being alone, he felt like he was being watched.

He exited the cleaning station.

“Aren’t you cute in your little hoodie and clothes. You almost look like a person” Dei’dra said when he was escorted back to her office.

He began to wonder if there was truth in that. He began to wonder if maybe he was wrong to think he deserved better than this.

It was this faint realization, distant in his mind, unacknowledgeable.

Before on the ship, there was this anger, like that feeling he felt when he was desperate for air. That he was being treated unfairly. Like he was not some machine. Not some rat.

Yet after seeing the lies in that mirror, he wondered if they were right. He was not like them, no matter how much he tried.

He only looked up at her, waiting for her to continue. She snarled at him; probably was supposed to look like a smile.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot, little one.” Her voice was sickly sweet, like whistling air that rumbled in the wind.

Virgil did not say anything. He never said anything to her. The thought of his humiliatingly gruff Common meeting her ears filled him with dread. Just the sound of it would make her want to kill him.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you hated my guts… but sorry love, that’s just how the universe works.

“You’re just a worthless little weed that decided it was going to be special and survive.”

Virgil was scared to figure out where this one-sided conversation was going.

“I’m going to give you a choice. It’ll be the last one you get to make.

“Either, you work for me without any complaint, and I’ll let you live a bit more comfortably than you do now—or you see that desert out there? I’ll let you go. If you choose that, good luck, little one.”

He did not reply. He did not know what to say. Did she really mean that he had a choice, or was it rhetorical?

“Why are you fucking hesitating? You got a death wish or not? Trust me, either you’ll be getting the sweet release of death or a cushy desk job as my personal assistant. Both are fucking good options.”

Oh, how was he supposed to answer her—without speaking, anyway.

Oh-oh-oh, she was going to throw him out the window.

Or worse she would—

—she would—

—and his mind was reeling.

“Work” he choked.

“Good.”

#sander sides #sander sides space au #ts virgil #sander sides au #sander sides virgil #ts (In Other Worlds)#Millennia (Virgil's Story)#sarcasm ts fic #sarcasm writes #swearing #tw verbal abuse #tw abuse

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ocean-in-my-rebel-soul · 3 years

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#100DaysofWriting: Day 3 (Part 1)

Day three! Character questions! Yes!

Oh man, I can talk about my OCs all day. Introducing Tez, the druid I love so much!

Name, alias: Tez, the Silver Lady, the eternal druid

Race: (clockwork, kinda, see below)

Age: 137

Gender and pronouns: while her people don’t use gender roles as we see and experience them, Tez is femme-presenting but ultimately genderless and uses she/her pronouns

Sexuality: clockwork don’t experience sexuality the way their organic neighbors do, but do form familial and romantic bonds and create “children” together, typically in polycules. Tez is probably demiromantic? I didn’t write her with a specific sexuality/romantic alignment in mind but she developed a bit without me looking and found a partner, but it took her a while to get there. So maybe demi, maybe potentially allo but slow about it?

Physical description: Tez is a 6′8″ humanoid clockwork woman with silvery metal skin that has a cool undertone/sheen to it and grey eyes. She is very human-like, compared to others of her race, with an artfully sculpted, expressive face. She has “scars” gouged out across the plates of her abdomen and upper thigh, leftovers from a violent altercation early in her life.

Class: Druid/Paladin (in this world, druids exemplify the classic druid class and also take on elements of clerics or paladins, depending on their particular temple’s teachings and focus or on the individual’s dedication to the elemental forces.)

Favorite tidbit: I have a scene where she wild-shapes into a bear and it’s glorious. Just imagine a bear made of metal, coming at you with razor sharp teeth and claws. She just... demolishes her enemies.

Series tag: Ocean's 100 Days of Writing

Day Three

What’s your character’s motivation? What motivates them to act like they do?

Tez

Tez is our primary protagonist. She is a member of a long-lived metal/clockwork race (which I've struggled to name a few times over, and they’re not truly clockwork, more analogue to androids than anything, but it’s hard for me to find the right words) that was introduced to this plane during a planar shift some hundreds of years before the story begins, and she is the only one of her people to have been "born" to this new world--at least, as far as anyone really knows. Tez grows up within the druidic enclave dedicated to the Earthshaper, estranged from the clockwork people since birth. Never fitting in with the clockwork people nor with her druid brethren, Tez has been hollowed out all her life by questions she can't answer alone: who is she, really? How did the unique circumstances of her birth coincide, and why did her father seemingly disappear that same night? Where does she fit in the world?

One of the many things compounding her alienation is the fact that Tez can access divine and primal magic, which sets her that much further apart from most of the clockwork diaspora, as their magic system does not seem to work outside their home plane. This is a direct boon of the Earthshaper, and so Tez sees her role as a druid more of a job than anything meaningful on a personal level; she gained the boon, now she pays for it. Accordingly, her role as a druid is something distant for her. People, plants, and animals all die around her, but she will outlive them all. Only she and Nature are constant, in her mind, and so she doesn’t often foster connections on a personal level with the world. Tez tends to keep to the more densely packed regions of the holy forests, rarely attending to villages and communities, and while she has made the occasional friend, she finds herself more comfortable in the presence of beasts than with sentient people.

She's slowly come to desire researching and trying to get to know the clockwork people through infrequent visits to their enclave in this new world. She has very conflicted feelings about clockwork society, and as far as she's concerned, they've made it plain that it's a mutual experience. Still, she yearns for some sort of understanding, some way to reconcile these identities or lack thereof within herself. She is fighting both her need to know and her fear of finding... nothing. Tez is most afraid of figuring out that she is ultimately insignificant, meaningless, because that would mean spending the rest of her very long life with the concrete knowledge of that fact--and who wouldn't be freaked out by that? Tez was left to the druids on the day she gained consciousness with nothing but a note from the father who has seemingly abandoned her, and since then has been wrestling with her sense of self and lack thereof.

But change does come. During an infrequent visit to the clockwork city, Tez discovers her father's hidden laboratory and a series of journals he'd kept as he had created her; that same night, she is asked to act as the city's ambassador to the world around them and ultimately aid the clockwork people in establishing themselves in the world. She agrees reluctantly, only swayed after she receives a vision from the Earthshaper, urging her to act. Tez soon gets swept into a tangled web of political intrigue, divine commandments, and treachery amongst gods and people alike.

As she pays more attention to people and the lives around her in her pursuit of her growing mission, Tez's goals become less self-centered and expand to include the world as an interconnected system. She learns to understand the spark of personhood she finds in her slowly growing array of allies, and for someone who has been set apart from others for most of her life, she comes to clutch at those sparks dearly. These connections prove to be vital to her growing and changing as a person, and it is through them that she finds her place in the world.

So, that's kinda a general and vague overview of Tez! We’ll learn about Julaa tomorrow!

#Ocean's 100 Days of Writing #100 days of writing #the wip project #ocean writes #am writing #writeblr #my original content #Tez #HiFanWIP

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