#or like uh City of a Thousand Planets

[faindri]

Echoes Between Stars by LuckyZiri (FaindriArt)

>> Rating: M >> Ships: VashMeryl, One-sided Millionsummers, Minor Brad/Luida >> Archive Warnings: none >> Overall Content Warnings: emotional/psychological abuse, trauma, implied/referenced suicide, loss of parents, threats of violence, mind manipulation, canon character death (it's not Wolfwood), eventual smut, monsterfucking, alien genitalia, angst with a happy ending >> Ao3 Link (more comprehensive tags here)

Summary:

On his sixteenth birthday, Vash was framed for the murder of his human mother, Primera Rem Saverem. He's been on the run for the past five years, planet hopping to avoid the wrath of his twin brother Nai, the current Prime of the Cerberus System.

Meryl has a single mission: find Vash, her childhood best friend, and clear his name. The pair have been psychically linked since infancy—a relationship called an Unai—but five years ago, he cut off their connection. Refusing to believe Vash is a murderer, Meryl uses her ties to the royal court to search for him.

When she finally finds him on a backwater moon serving as a small town's local hero, she realizes convincing him to return home won't be as easy as she'd imagined.

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A/N: I decided to put the first installment of this fic on tumblr just to see how it does LOL It's primarily posted on Ao3 (link above), so check that out for more chapters!

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Prologue: Separation

Star Date: July 21, 223 H.E. (Human Era)

Location: Stryfe Station, 10000 km above Julai City, Bellephona

Meryl woke to a searing pain in her left arm.

In a panicked flail, she tried to sit up, only for nausea to slide through her, and she wretched until acid bittered her lips.

 Oh God, why did it hurt? What was happening? Was she dying?

She clutched her left arm, grasping at her biceps. Still there. Still whole. No, not dying, but—what the hell had that been?

Sweat trickled down her brow as a low, keening moan escaped her. She quietly counted to herself, centered her mind as the pain ebbed into a dull throb.

Heart still racing, she sent a single word through her Unai bond: Vash?

No response.

A bright, cyan glow appeared at her bedside table: her phone signaling a call. Vash's picture—a photo of them sharing donuts—appeared. Why was he calling and not answering through the bond? It didn't matter if he was ten thousand kilometers away on Bellaphona, she could always hear and sense him through their connection. They'd been able to do so since infancy, long before either of them remembered it.

Meryl slid a shaking finger across the thin screen, ready to chew him out. “Vash, I–”

“Bug!” The panic in Nico's voice nearly knocked her sideways. “Thank God.”

“I—Nico? What's going on? Why do you have Vash's phone?”

Something like shouting crackled from the speaker. An adult's voice, maybe? Nico swore repeatedly, and the phone beeped, asking Meryl to switch to a video call. Nico's panicked face filled the screen. His tawny cheeks flushed red, and...was that blood on his brow?

“Nico?” she started, but he cut her off.

“It's, uh, bad,” Nico said. His mop of dark hair flopped over his eyes, and he rubbed at the blood on his forehead. “But—it's-Meryl, you gotta tell everyone on Stryfe Station to stay put, ya hear?” Despite training with the royal guard since he was ten, he still spoke with a strong Gunsmoke accent where he often slurred his vowels together. “Things are about to get real bad on planet.”

Meryl paused at the use of her actual name. Nico had a bad habit of giving his friends weird nicknames, and hers had always been Bug, because she hated insects, but also because she’d stopped growing at age twelve. The only time he used her real name was when it was serious.

So...how bad was this? And where were they? The palace? It was hard to tell…

The screen flickered as another figure tried to take the phone from Nico. 

Vash. 

The boys swore at each other, palms slapping, until Vash's face became front and center. The sight of him made Meryl jerk back. Sweat drenched his forehead, and his eyes were rimmed red, as if he'd been crying.

“Hey,” was all he said, as if this were a totally normal conversation.

Meryl had only existed in this universe for sixteen years, and never had she wanted to punch him as badly as she did then.

“Don't you 'hey' me when you look like that!” Tears welled in her eyes, and she wasn't sure if it was her emotions or his. He could be such a crybaby. “What’s going on? What did you two do?”

“It’s nothing.” Vash's breathing came out in soft, shallow pants. He looked as if he were crouching behind something, and he held his shoulders at an odd angle. He was hurt somewhere, probably his arm, which must have been what had woken her. It still throbbed. “I can handle it.”

Nico shouted, “Like hell you can handle it! I'm going to kill you if—”

Meryl grit her teeth. “Vash, why didn't you answer in the bond?” She probed for his memories, but he quickly set up a mental block. It felt like slamming into a wall.

“Vash!” she practically screamed, hurt. He hadn't tried to keep her out in years, not since they'd been trained on how to do so, and he'd vowed to never, ever leave her again. Not after how hard she'd cried, how absolutely alone she had felt in her head without him.

His eyes shot back to the camera, a look of sheer panic stressing the lines of his mouth. His heart rate had skyrocketed, forcing hers to do the same.

His throat bobbed with a swallow. “Mery, I need you to listen to me.”

“Do not use that name with me right now,” she hissed. “Vash, I swear—”

“I need to cut the connection.”

Connection? With the phone? Meryl's fingers slid over the transparent keyboard, to make sure nothing was wrong, to make sure she could stop him from ending the call too soon.

Not with the phone, he said through the bond.

Meryl froze.

What? It sounded like a whisper. A brief, paralyzing echo.

He didn't respond, just...smiled. She knew that smile. The soft, tender thing he gave her when he was trying to hide something behind his court mask.

“Not permanently,” he said. Something crashed behind him, and he hissed through his teeth as Nico swore. “But I can...disable it, sort of. Make it so dull that you won't feel me, because it won't be safe for us to talk for a while. I'll...I'll tell you everything afterward, okay?”

I'm sorry, he added, just for her.

Meryl's heart slammed against her ribcage. She was going to wring his neck. Crawl through time and space, grab him by the ears and shake him. “Vash Saverem, I swear to the stars above, if you do not tell me what’s going on, right now—“

“We gotta go, Needle-Noggin!” Nico snatched the phone, and with an aggressive click, the call died.

“Vash!” Meryl tried to call again. No answer.

Again, and again.

It only went to voicemail.

A warmth so delicate sank through the bond. It wrapped around Meryl's heart, like a gentle squeeze. Like a lingering hug.

I love you, it said. I love you I love I love you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me forever. I’ll come get you when it’s safe.

And then.

Nothing.

#vashmeryl #vash x meryl #space royals au #faindriart #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun au #trigun fanfic

[comicaurora]

book recommendations?

Gideon The Ninth and Harrow The Ninth!

Part 1 and 2 of the Locked Tomb series, with the third entry coming out later this month. Pitched fairly accurately as "lesbian necromancers in space" what I love most about it is the worldbuilding - the ten thousand years of history that turned our world into this world. It's an absolute treasure trove of buried lore and eldritch nightmare fuel obscured constantly by unreliable narrators and fluctuating narrative tone. The narrator of the first book is too bored and checked out to noticed 95% of the crazy foreshadowing she's faced with, and the narrator of the second book is, for spoiler reasons, an extremely unreliable witness of the events going on around her. I will say that the opaqueness of the actual events of the story can make these books better on a reread than on the first read, and if I hadn't gone into Harrow The Ninth with a hefty bank of spoilers I probably would've tapped out about halfway through, because the book spends about half its wordcount actively gaslighting the reader about the events of the first book. It's weird and I love it.

Iron Widow!

Described as "pacific rim meets the handmaid's tale." Giant robot combat plus hefty political drama set in a futuristic sci-fi setting based strongly on Chinese history and mythology, starring basically a reimagining of Wu Zetian, a serious contestant for the coveted History's Baddest Bitch Award. Features one of the only instances of "should I choose the bad boy or the sweet, safe best friend? orrrrrr maybe we can all just fuck each other" polycule love-triangle resolution. A portrayal of socially systemic misogyny so frustratingly on-point it actually set my teeth on edge and made it very easy for me to root for the heroine burning the world down for funsies and catharsis. Awaiting a sequel!

Elder Race

A relatively short read that's 100% worth it just for the fascinating language barrier portrayed between the two protagonists - the spunky princess of a sort-of-medieval fantasy kingdom setting out to slay a demon and prove herself to her mother, and the anthropologist from earth stationed on this planet to observe the cultural development of this human colony over the centuries. Each chapter is written from the perspective of one of these two characters, and at times we see events/conversations from each of their perspectives. The book is written in modern english, but this is explicitly a translation convention, as what the anthropologist says and what the princess hears are two very different things - something that frustrates him immensely. I want to see more stories written in this setting and it bums me out that I probably won't get any.

Thud!

Uh oh! How'd this Discworld novel get here? Looks like you'll have to read the other City Watch novels (Guards! Guards!, Men At Arms, Feet Of Clay, Jingo, The Fifth Elephant, Night Watch) to have sufficient context for this one! A fantasy police procedural (like all the other City Watch novels), this story centers on the eternal blood feud between dwarves and trolls and how it threatens to boil over in the cultural melting pot that is the great city of Ankh-Morpork, spurred along by the anniversary of a legendary battle between the two peoples that was left unresolved. Caught in the middle are the city watch, trying to keep the peace and solve several thefts and murders while wrangling two extremely insular communities that would rather be left to their own devices to murder each other in peace. There's also some absolutely incredible worldbuilding about dwarf culture and the unique texture the multifaceted concept of the dark takes on for a civilization that lives almost entirely underground. This is also explored in earlier City Watch books. Oopsies! I seem to have once again recommended six other books! Oh well!

#asks #media recs

[robogirlwomb]

The Rise of the Jellyslime

CW: Transformation, corruption, hypnosis, personality alteration, weight gain, merging, pregnancy, oviposition, lots and lots of goop

(Ao3 link if you prefer it!)

The Jellyslime came from the stars.

From some far-off alien planet, it and so many others of its kind were sent, out into a thousand directions into the stars.

Their mission: to love.

To spread their love, for each other and for all beings, across the universe, and to show all beings they encountered just how beautiful they could be.

Such was the mission of the Jellyslime that oozed from the softball-sized goop egg that landed on Earth. A small, gloopy thing, about the size and shape of a sea slug, carefully oozing along a branch in the tree its egg had landed in and stuck in, just before it hatched into the world.

The Jellyslime was so excited! Here, it could do what its species did best, loved doing best: find a Host and help them become beautiful!

As it reached the end of the branch, it looked around, despite not having any eyes or even a face to speak of. Alien biology is weird.

Below it was a human park, nestled in an average human city. Green grass spread in every direction, and a concrete sidewalk just happened to lead right under its branch.

Perfect!

The Jellyslime settled in on its branch, and waited for its Host to arrive.

~/~/~

Katherine panted gently as she jogged, her running shoes scuffing softly against the pavement beneath her.

A cool breeze blew through the park, rustling the grass the trees with the promise of autumn.

Katherine’s muscles rippled under her crop top, coated in a sheen of sweat from her run. Katherine considered herself something of a fitness nut. She was a frequent customer of her local gym, and had worked hard to tone her body’s muscle mass. She was very proud of the work she’d put into it.

Her watch beeped at her side, and she came to a stop under a low-hanging tree, panting for breath.

Completely unaware of how much her life was about to change, Katherine leaned forward, catching her breath, before unclicking her water bottle from her strap on her thigh.

It was as she was leaned forward, unstrapping her water bottle, that she felt something land on the back of her neck with a squelch.

Katherine jumped, the water bottle falling to the ground, forgotten. She quickly reached for the back of her neck, thinking it must be a wet plastic bag or something-

Only for her fingers to slide right off of the thing.

“What the fuck-“

Katherine turned her head, craning to look at her shoulder, just in time to see a purplish-green slug, more slime than anything, ooze onto her shoulder.

Katherine stared at the faceless thing. “Uh. Hi?”

The Jellyslime stared at her for just a second longer, before leaping directly into her ear canal.

Adrenaline flooded Katherine’s system as she grabbed for the slippery Goop-Thing. There was no way she was letting some alien… thing eat her brains.

This is bad. This is bad.

Katherine’s fingers scrabbled at the tail end of the Goop-Thing protruding from her ear, trying to find purchase, just enough to yank it back out, but it was like trying to grab a hunk of jello.

With a final SCHLORP, the Jellyslime slid down Katherine’s ear canal, leaving only a sticky fruit-smelling green residue behind.

Katherine’s heart plunged into her stomach as she truly began to panic now. Her heart began to pound in her chest, and she began to breathe heavily. What was gonna happen to her? What was this thing gonna do to her brain?!

As the Jellyslime slid down Katherine’s ear toward her brain, it began to pick up on the signals from its new host… and it was… scared?

Oh no. Oh no! Why was Host frightened? Had Jellyslime done something wrong? Jellyslime had never actually been in a sapient being before, so it was new to this. But why was Host fighting back so much? This was horrible, Jellyslime didn’t want its host to be scared!

Oh goodness! Host, it’s okay! Please don’t be scared! Please, please, I love you! I’ll make you so beautiful!

As the Jellyslime fretted in Katherine’s braincase, it began to exude a new substance, one that slowly seeped into the cracks and pores of Katherine’s brain, soaking in, enacting its changes on the martial artist.

Katherine felt a sudden wave of calm wash over her, like everything was gonna be okay. She realized she felt fine.

More than fine, actually. She felt…really good. Katherine giggled dumbly as she stumbled against the tree trunk, the world spinning around her. She was dimly aware that she felt very, very drunk.

Jellyslime would have breathed a sigh of relief if it had a mouth or lungs.

Thank the stars. Thank you, Host. I love you. Thank you for trusting me. I love you.

Katherine giggled even further as she slowly slumped down the trunk. “Everythingsh… getting’ weeeiiiiiird…” Her tongue felt heavy. A line of drool dripped down her chin. More than drunk, Katherine now felt absolutely schnockered, like she had just gone on a very long, very fun booze trip.

Now, don’t you worry, Host! I’m gonna take us somewhere nice and private, and we’re gonna get started! By the time I’m done, you’ll be so, so, so beautiful!

Katherine couldn’t help but give out another giggle as she felt herself rise to her feet and begin to walk towards her apartment building, on the edge of the park. “Soundsh… gooooood…”

Once they were inside, Jellyslime carefully maneuvered Host up the stairs, where it knew Host could have some privacy somewhere comfortable and familiar. Despite the cold, rickety steel restraints shown in a lot of Human media, comfort was the real key to brainwashing and mindmelting.

Allowing the apartment’s front door to snap closed behind them, Jellyslime pointed Host through the living room and down the hall toward Katherine’s bedroom. Katherine kept giggling as she was steered down the hallway. It felt like she was on a roller coaster, staggering this way and that.

Jellyslime felt Host’s giggles, and was proud. Host is so happy and excited! We’re gonna have so much fun together!

Katherine giggled as she plopped backward onto her bed. She could feel that her panties were soaked through with her own arousal. What’s more, she could feel two slowly-growing damp patches on the front of her shirt. But that couldn’t be right, she couldn’t lactate… could she? It was hard to remember little details like that.

Go ahead and strip those yucky clothes off of you, Host! They’ll just get in the way of how beautiful you’re gonna become!

Still giggling dumbly, Katherine slowly shucked off her clothes. Her shoes fell to the floor, followed by her tight jogging pants, her crop top, and her underwear.

From each nipple and her crotch, Katherine was already producing a thin, watery purplish-green substance. The room smelled strongly of fruity candy, a smell that made Katherine’s head spin even more as the alien mutagens worked their magic on Katherine’s very molecular structure.

Now, just sit tight and let yourself feel good, Host! I’m gonna take charge for a while!

“Kay…” Katherine mumbled with a smile, one hand creeping downward toward her nethers, the other toward one breast.

~/~/~

Hours Later…

Katherine giggled as she slipped two fingers in and out of her soft, goopy twat. “Goop, goop, goop, goop…” She mumbled to herself, singsong. Her brain was awash in a sea of soporific chemicals and endorphins, slowly enslaving her further and further to the sensations she was feeling now.

Jellyslime looked over its Host with pride. Host was so happy and Beautiful now!

Her breasts had swollen, hanging low from their slime-induced output. Thick, creamy milk flowed freely from her puffy nipples, trickling down, dripping over the carpet.

Her carefully worked-for muscles were long gone. Her tummy had ballooned outward, a large, soft cushion of blubber and fat forming as Jellyslime had worked its magic on her body. Katherine trailed her fingertips over the plush of her jiggling stomach, cooing softly at how good it felt to be this fat. A thin trail of rainbow-colored goop slowly leaked from her belly button, oozing downward toward her pussy. She thrust one finger in and out of her belly button, giggling and moaning all the way.

Her jellycock, so hard and stiff it was almost painful, jabbed at the underside of her soft tummy. Moving her hand from her belly button, Katherine wrapped her fingers around her jellycock, thrusting her shaft wildly as she fingered her goopy pussy.

Below her, Katherine’s ass had also swollen, becoming bigger, jigglier. A slow trickle of fruity rainbow slime from her butthole added to the slowly growing puddle on the floor.

“I’m-m-m-m… so… beautiful…” Katherine moaned. She had never felt so good in her entire life.

Jellyslime was so proud of host. Yes, Host! You are! We are!

Katherine moaned loud and long as she came. Thick, goopy, multicolored cum spurted on her bottom of her stomach, sticky and warm against her overhang. The feeling almost made Katherine cum again.

She hummed to herself softly, allowing herself to fall backward onto her newly generous ass, sinking to lie on her back. She absently ran her fingers through her hair, her bare feet squelching in the slimy carpet, further coating her.

“Goop… goop… goop… goop…” Katherine grabbed a handful of sweet, sweet fruity goop in her hand, allowing it to trickle into her mouth and down her throat, staining her newly round, chubby cheeks. “Yummy, yummy goop.”

Aww, is Host hungry? You know what to do!

Katherine nodded happily, her eyes glazed and dull. She reached toward her chest, grabbing a handful of titflesh with one grasping hand. She dreamily guided it to her own mouth, moaning softly around her own nipple as she wrapped her lips around it.

The sudden gush of delicious creamy jiggly soft warm milk made her eyes roll back in her head, her brain and tummy suddenly tingling anew. With every suck, Katherine felt like she was floating, flying, a big fat dumb goopy cloud.

Katherine’s rewired body began rapidly digesting and processing the milk she was feeding from her breasts to her stomach, quickly metabolizing into additional added blubber. Through half-lidded eyes, Katherine could see her tummy and her tits slowly growing larger, fat deposits forming and deepening in her arms and legs. Beyond her view, blocked by her belly, she could feel her nuts growing fatter, rounder. Her jellycock oozed outward a little more, dripping strawberry-flavored pre onto the floor.

Katherine dimly realized that she had never been this happy in her entire life.

You’re doing so good, Host! I’m so proud of you!

Katherine smiled dumbly as the voice inside her head praised her so, her tummy filling with butterflies at the kind, loving words. Her nipple slid from her mouth with a loud Pop! as the suction was broken. “Thank you… Jellyslime… you made me… so… beautiful…” Katherine’s red-colored eyes seemed to shimmer as she spoke. Fat, lime-flavored tears of joy trickled from the corners of her mouth as she lay there. Both hands slowly caressed the sides of her massive tummy, Katherine’s brain floating in chemical bliss. “Goop… goop… gooooooop…”

Now comes the fun part, Host!

More fun than this?

Now… we get to Spread.

The voice seemed to shiver an anticipation at that word.

“Spread?”

Yeah! We get to Spread, to show other members of this planet how good it feels to be part of the Jelly!

Katherine could hardly believe what she was hearing. “We… I get… I get to make my friends feel this good too?”

Mm-hmmm! Everyone you love! They all get to be a part of the Jelly now! They get to feel good forever and ever, and never have to be hurt ever again!

Katherine’s Jelly-coated brain jiggled with glee at the idea. Her pussy twitched in a spike of pleasure. “I’m ready. How do we start?”

I saw your cellular communication device. Call someone, anyone! And don’t worry about scaring them off, I’ll take over regulating your brain function and speech center so you don’t have to worry about them hearing something weird or getting suspicious!

Katherine’s hand was already groping for her phone before she realized she was doing it. She unlocked the screen, leaving a smear of goop behind her moving finger. As she tapped through to her contacts, her knees bent upwards, spreading her fat legs outwards. Her massive jellycock waved in the air like a cobra, bending downward, brushing softly over the entrance to Katherine’s pussy. Katherine shuddered in anticipation, her thumb tapping the call button.

Katherine’s jellycock slowly, gently plunged into her goopy pussy, the pleasure making her eyes roll back in her head and her toes curl as a familiar voice on the other end of the phone said “Hello?”

Katherine’s body was wracked with an enormous orgasm as her mouth calmly said “Hey, Emily. Am I interrupting anything?”

“Oh, hey, Katherine! Not really, I’m just finishing up studying for an exam tomorrow. What’s up?”

The jellycock continued to pump in and out, slithering as deep into Katherine’s body as it could before sliding smoothly back out. Katherine’s red-colored eyes leaked uncontrollable tears of pleasure and joy, a massive, toothy grin on her face.

“Nothin’ much, just wanted to see if you wanted to come over and hang out a while. It’s been a bit, felt like catchin’ up.”

“Yeah, sure!” Emily’s voice was bright and cheery on the other end, blissfully unaware of the alien railing her friend was receiving as she spoke. “Gimme a bit to finish this up and I’ll head your way. About an hour okay?”

Katherine nodded, her multiple chins jiggling. “Sounds great! See you then.” A gigantic pressure was building in her jellycock, so much bigger and greater than any of the loads she had shot with it throughout the day. That all-consuming wave of pleasure was slowly rising, building within her pussy.

“See you then, Katherine. Bye.”

“Bye-bye.”

The phone line clicked as the call dropped, and Katherine shrieked in pleasure as she ejaculated into herself. Her fingers slid over the slick carpet, grasping for purchase, finding none.

Katherine felt something inside of her jellycock, something large, rising along, carrying on the stream of jellycum. It felt so, so good, like a slow-motion orgasm, getting closer and closer and…

The small, squishy alien egg popped from the tip of Katherine’s jellycock, burying itself in her pussy. Katherine made an incomprehensible sound, gurgling low, as another egg slid into her womb, then another, and another, and another, until Katherine stopped counting and simply rode this new, strange tidal wave of impregnating herself.

Eventually, the pleasure slowly, agonizingly, faded. Katherine slumped out spread-eagled on the floor, as her jellycock slid from her pussy, spitting out one last golf-ball sized goop egg on the floor.

Katherine couldn’t think, and thus didn’t, as she lay there, awash in pleasure. “Goop… goop… goop… goop… goop…”

~/~/~

The door clicked as Emily slid the copy of Katherine’s key into the lock. Katherine had given her permission to use it anytime long ago, and she was used to Emily entering without knocking.

Emily paused in the entrance, one foot in Katherine’s kitchen. Something seemed… off.

“Katherine?” She called into the apartment.

There was a long pause.

Then, from beyond the living room:

“Back here!”

Emily blinked, before shaking the odd feeling off. She allowed the door to click closed behind her, before inhaling deeply through her nose. Something smelled delicious. Like fruit tarts, or jam, or candy, or even all of them mixed together.

Emily entered the living room. That smell was even stronger here, almost cloyingly so.

“Emily, come on back to my room! I have something to show you.”

“Yeah…” Emily mumbled, feeling an odd buzzing in her head as she inhaled that wonderful scent again.

The hall carpet was soaked. Thick and mushy, with some strange goop that smelled like a mix of gummy candies and sex. It squelched under Emily’s shoes as she slowly stepped down the hallway.

She was dimly aware she should find something wrong with all of this… but with how light her head felt, it was hard to tell what.

Emily rounded the corner, into the open doorway of Katherine’s bedroom… and stopped there.

There sat Katherine, on the floor, looking almost 300 pounds heavier. She was completely naked, every part of her on display. Her skin had taken on a light sheen, like a gusher or a Fruit Roll-Up. A slowly growing puddle of what looked like jello slowly spread from her exposed genitals, both pussy and cock slowly leaking the stuff.

Katherine smiled warmly. “Hi, Emily.”

Emily wavered on her feet, her head swimming with pheromones. A scent like fruity jello permeated the air. Something… wasn’t right… but… she couldn’t place it… “Katherine … I don’t… what’s…”

Katherine raised her chubby arms to welcome Emily toward her. “Shhhh, don’t worry about it, Emily. Just… let it take you. Let go.”

Emily nodded, kneeling down to sit in Katherine’s ample lap. “Mmmmm… mkay… sounds good…” she whispered dreamily.

Katherine gently cupped Emily’s cheeks, guiding her closer, before leaning forward, to let their lips meet.

The instant the kiss made contact, Emily was lost. That strange, fruity, otherworldly flavor hung heavy on her lips. Emily licked her own lips, swaying gently. “Mmmm… more please…” She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Katherine’s shoulders, kissing Katherine as hard as she could. Her tongue leapt to meet Katherine’s in the middle, eagerly searching for more of that impossible flavor.

Katherine moaned, hugging Emily close to her body. Emily trembled through the kiss, feeling how soft and warm Katherine’s body was. “Katherine … please… need more…”

She wants us, Host! She wants to join us and be beautiful!

Katherine pushed Emily back gently, Emily sighing dreamily as she swayed backward. Katherine smiled. “Take your clothes off, Emily.

The whites of her eyes already turning a light green as the jelly soaked into her very being, Emily nodded with a happy smile. She hooked the straps of her overall-dress under the thumbs, sliding it off of her torso. Her sweater quickly followed suit, leaving her in her bra, panties, and stockings. She fumbled with her bra for just a moment, before that too fell to the goop-covered floor, letting Emily’s tits hang freely.

Katherine rubbed the circumference of her belly with one hand, tweaking her own nipple with her other. “Come here, Emily, you sweet, sweet thing…” Katherine giggled dumbly as the Jellyslime released a new load of endorphins in her brain, rewiring more neural pathways for what was to come. Katherine’s jellycock throbbed and writhed of its own volition, the purple tendril eager and waiting.

Emily crawled forward on hands and knees, moaning softly with anticipation and need. Reaching her former fiancée, Emily placed a soft, gentle kiss on the top of Katherine’s tummy, before slowly working her way downward, placing more and more butterfly kisses against the warm flesh. Katherine giggled, cooing softly at Emily’s ministrations.

Emily could barely restrain herself from simply burying her face in Katherine’s warm, massive navel and staying there, instead contenting herself with lapping up the thick stream of red-colored goop that oozed from it. Her tongue lit up with the delightful taste of raspberries, and she wiggled in delight. Her eyes sank to a deeper, richer shade of green as the alien jelly she had taken into herself began to coalesce and merge inside of her, already beginning to rewrite her genetic code, changing her body to suit the Jelly’s needs.

Katherine felt Emily’s breath on her massive jellycock, and shuddered in anticipatory delight. Emily, for her part, registered on an increasingly-dim level that there should be something weird about Katherine having suddenly put on hundreds of pounds of weight, and having a prehensile purple slime-dick that smelled of fruit gummies and was as long as Emily’s forearm… but then again, it was getting harder and harder for Emily’s brain to process words longer than 2 or 3 syllables, so it quickly faded from view.

Emily’s brain was alight, begging her, begging her to take Katherine’s length into her mouth, that it was the only thing in the world… and so she did.

With one last kiss upon the tip, Emily slid her mouth over Katherine’s jellycock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. Her eyes widened at the sudden hurricane of delicious flavors that assaulted her taste buds. She wanted more! She needed more! Her tongue slid over and around the goopy length, relishing every second. Her mouth quickly filled with sweet, juice-flavored pre, and she swallowed, continuing to suck down as much as she could.

Katherine shuddered, moaning loudly as Emily sucked, almost seeming to nurse from Katherine’s jellycock. Her feet kicked in the jelly coating the floor, her red eyes rolling back into her head from the pleasure.

“Emily … oh god… take it… Emily, I love you…”

Emily’s heart suddenly surged in her chest at those words! Katherine loved her! This wonderful, enormous, Rubenesque beauty whose cock her lips were wrapped around loved her!

Emily’s hand began to pump Katherine’s length, stroking it, caressing it, gently fondling her baseball-sized nuts. Emily’s other hand slipped downward, sliding past her panties to diddle her own pussy, feeling her knees shake in pleasure.

Katherine began to buck where she sat, which didn’t make much of a difference with all of her added blubber. Instead, her jellycock began to thrust into Emily’s mouth, curling and straightening, sliding deeper and deeper into Emily’s throat, the jelly numbing and sliding around her uvula, never touching her gag reflex.

With a loud moan, Katherine threw her head back as she came, more jellycum sliding up and spurting from her cocktip. It spurted into the back of Emily’s mouth like water from a hose, sliding directly down her throat and into her stomach as excess flowed back upward, filling Emily’s mouth with fruity flavors.

Emily moaned around Katherine’s jellycock, feeling the massive, heavy load land in her stomach, slowly filling her. She swallowed as much as she could, even as the excess kept coming, until it flowed from her mouth, green jelly oozing from each corner, trickling thickly down her chin and her neck, dripping onto her breasts.

As the jellycum landed in her stomach, it began working its strange alien magic on her body. A comfortable plush began to form around her stomach and midsection, her arms and thighs beginning to widen, ever so slightly. Emily stayed where she was, dazed, her mouth still around Katherine’s jellycock.

With a smile as she came back to her senses, Katherine reached forward, poking Emily’s forehead mischievously with one finger. Emily blinked at her touch, before sliding backward, Katherine’s jellycock sliding out of her mouth, already getting hard again.

Seeing this, Emily’s eyes widened in delight. She quickly slid her panties off, paying no mind to the increasing size of her thighs. She clambered to her feet, her stockings squelching in the goop, before standing astride over Katherine’s chubby form. Katherine grinned, her jellycock wiggling upward, to gently brush over Emily’s nethers. With a shudder and a grin, Emily bent her knees, allowing the jellycock to slide into her. She moaned loudly, as she slid down, down, down, the jellycock going deeper and deeper inside of her, until she straddled Katherine’s generous midsection, staring up at the ceiling but not seeing anything, shaking and moaning.

Smiling, Katherine made herself comfortable as her jellycock began to fuck Emily. Emily bounced up and down automatically, jiggling Katherine’s slowly-growing fat as she took the jellycock into her. With a languid smile, Katherine traced one chubby hand over Emily’s still-slim stomach, before tracing up, circling Emily’s areola as the tomboy moaned.

Emily couldn’t know it, but her brain was being rewired by the goop she had ingested. Certain thoughts were being suppressed, filed away, while others were inserted by the goop, made more and more prominent.

Thoughts of fucking, and sucking, and serving, and spreading, and breeding, and laying.

A familiar feeling began to push its way up Katherine’s jellycock, the dozens of delicious eggs cultivating in Katherine’s womb seeming to cry out with the two of them as more eggs began to push themselves out, up, into Emily’s eager and willing womb.

Emily’s form began to widen, fatten as more and more alien seed pushed into her body. Her breasts began to inflate, her ass softening as it expanded.

As the two of them finished cumming, Emily fell onto her back, her limbs spread in every direction. Her newly-fattened tummy shook softly on top of her, left to right. Jellycum oozed from her fat pussy, joining the mass on the floor. She twitched softly as the micro-orgasms slowly tapered off.

Katherine smiled at her old fiancée, at the slowly growing corpulence on her body. She would soon grow as big as Katherine was now. All they had to do was wait.

Katherine slowly hauled herself to her feet, standing, looking down at Emily with a smile. Katherine was massive, her breasts each the size of a fully-grown watermelon. Her gut, speckled with new stretch marks and cellulite, hung downward, the end of her jellycock hanging low behind it. She had also gained a few inches to her height, the alien goop slowly coating and cushioning her growing spine.

Something tickled as it squirmed within Katherine. The jellyeggs were getting ready. Soon it would be time to lay them.

“Good job, Emily. You did so good. You’re gonna make such a great mommy to those eggs.”

Emily nodded, staring up at Katherine with an almost religious worship and awe in her eyes, a dreamy smile on her face as she said “Thank you, Jellymama.”

Katherine blinked at the word. “Jellymama?”

The voice inside Katherine’s head spoke up from the Jellyslime’s spot, curled around and soaking into Katherine’s brain more and more.

Yep! You get to be the Jellymama for this planet! That’s such an honor!

Something, some last vestige of who Katherine used to be, buried deep within her goop-covered brain, spoke up one last time. No! This isn’t me! I don’t want to be a…

The thought died as quickly as it came, silenced under a torrent of goop.

Katherine smiled, her red eyes shimmering as she slid a handful of goop from her belly button back into her mouth.

“Jellymama. I’m this planet’s Jellymama.”

And with that admission, that final surrender to the Jelly, Katherine dropped to her hands and knees as she felt her pussy quiver, the clutch of goop-eggs deep inside her beginning to shake.

It was time. Katherine’s tongue slid from her mouth, her red eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure grew, as her brain was consumed with thoughts of laying, and breeding, and laying, and breed lay breed lay breed lay breed LAY-

With a moan from her mouth and a splash from her twat, a torrent of jelly eggs began to fall from Katherine’s pussy, sliding out on a torrent of jellycum. One by one, they fell out and downward, sticking together, the jellycum congealing and hardening quickly around them even as more and more came sliding out.

Emily watched in fascination as Katherine, the Jellymama, rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, as more and more small eggs slid out, a dozen, two dozen, three.

As the torrent of blissful eggs came to an end, Katherine sighed shakily. She pushed herself backward, onto the soft cushion of her ass. Her nipples and belly button leaked a constant stream of milk and goop now. Katherine sighed in relief, tweaking one nipple as she gazed at Emily. “Come here, Emily. You need some of this too. Need to be able to feed the babies, after all.”

Emily crawled forward on her hands and knees, her breasts and pregnant belly hanging below her. Her eyes were deep green, and shimmering along with Katherine’s. She reached her Jellymama, crawling up into Katherine’s enormous lap, before reaching up to one massive breast almost as big as she was, and taking the gigantic nipple into her mouth.

Emily began to suckle, feeling her brain go fuzzy and soft as the alien milk gently flowed into her. A feeling of warmth and safety overtook her as she slid into a quiet milk dream, of breasts and blankets and warm, jiggly mother’s milk. She nestled closer to the big, soft cushion of Jellymama’s goop-filled tummy, the warmth radiating from it filling her with an even more soothing sense of calm.

Jellymama smiled drunkenly, stroking Emily’s hair with one hand and kneading her pregnant gut with the other as Emily nursed from her breasts. She whispered softly. “Goop… goop… goop…”

A delightful chill ran up Jellymama’s spine, and she giggled as she felt a familiar pressure in her ear canal. A cool, slimy sensation trickled around her earlobe as the Jellyslime eased itself out, stretching so it was still connected to Jellymama’s brain. Jellymama could still hear it speak to her.

Look at her, Host! She’s so beautiful!

Jellymama nodded, her heart swelling as she tenderly nudged Emily’s bangs from her forehead. “She is, isn’t she?”

Emily sighed contently around Jellymama’s nipple, unconsciously nuzzling closer as she suckled.

“She’s so…cute.”

Jellymama looked at the Jellyslime as it hung in the air in front of her face, suspended from her ear. “Thank you, Jellyslime. Thank you for… all of this.”

Of course! It’s my job to make you beautiful! And this is just the beginning! Once your eggies hatch, they’ll be able to help us make even more people beautiful! We have so many friends to Spread to!

Jellymama nodded, an eager smile spreading across her face. “Let’s let Emily sleep for a little while. She’s been so stressed for so long, she deserves this.”

Her life’s gonna be so much easier and simpler now.

Jellymama leaned forward, gently kissing the Jellyslime atop its little head. With a muffled giggle, it withdrew itself back into her brain case.

~/~/~

A few days later…

The apartment building quietly became closed off to the outside world.

Its residents were quickly finding themselves preoccupied by the newfound changes brought on by the surprise visitors that had slithered out of their vents in the night.

So many different, delightful, delicious changes.

~/~/~

Apartment 2A

Jade was fused to the wall by a mass of goop.

Their arms were pinned straight to the wall on either side of them, their face, breasts, and enormously swollen belly protruding from the goop.

Their newly chubby legs were spread wide, exposing their asshole to the jelly tentacle that was steadily thrusting in and out of their anus.

Their newly-grown jellycock leaked a slow stream of thick, sweet, blueberry-flavored cum.

They moaned gently around the penis-shaped mass in their mouth that was filling them with molten sweetness, their blue-tinted eyes rolling backward into their head in pleasure.

~/~/~

Apartment 3B

Veronica was on her hands and knees, sucking on her boyfriend’s jellycock.

One hand was between her legs, pumping her own jellycock that had grown in, leaking a delicious grape-flavored purple.

Her boyfriend Peter was sprawled backward, giggling an insensate stream as he thrust into his girlfriend’s goopy mouth, his own stomach swollen with so many lovely, delicious eggs.

The two of them, dazed and saturated in sweetness, were accelerating in their transformation in a different, exciting way. Their flesh, which had that same goopy sheen to it, seemed to be melting together where they touched, Veronica’s fingers sinking deeper and deeper into her jellycock, the pleasure organ melding with her limb as she pumped it back and forth.

Had she had the presence of mind to do so, she would have found it increasingly hard to remove Peter’s jellycock from her mouth.

With their combined love, the two were slowly becoming a singular entity, devoted entirely to its own self-sustaining pleasure.

~/~/~

Apartment 3E

Zoe’s head tilted backward, extra chins already growing as another Lesser Jellyslime squirmed its way down her throat. She moaned in a combination of satisfaction from the fruit candy flavor, and slowly mounting lust, as she scrabbled for her new dripping pussy with one fat hand, fumbling past her growing belly, before she dug three fingers deep into her snatch. She moaned greedily at the new sensations, her slowly goopifying hand slipping deeper and deeper inside.

Iris was on her back, thrusting her hips into the air as a Lesser Jellyslime crawled into her asshole. Her girlcock was rock-hard, even as the mutations caused it to shrink, smaller and smaller, until it at last inverted with a slow, rolling orgasm. Her toes curled, her tongue hung from her mouth as she moaned incomprehensibly, the Jelly mutations setting in as her skin gained a translucent hue, like a blueberry flavored Gummy. Her thighs and hips began to balloon outward.

Iris grasped for her girlfriend’s hand, and found it reaching back for her. The two slowly-growing slaves to the Jelly pulled each other closer, before pulling each other into a wet, goopy kiss. Their tongues swirled in the middle, moaning into each other’s mouths as more and more Lesser Jellyslimes slipped inside of them.

They gasped for breath in between kisses.

“Luh’ joo-“

“-love you too-“

“You’re gonna be… such a great… mother…”

Iris almost wept with joy at the thought. “We both are.”

~/~/~

“I’ve really missed you guys.”

The Jellymama smiled. “We’ve missed you too, Goro! You’re in town, right? Want to come by for a while? You can stay the night!”

“Sure, if you’ll have me!”

Katherine chuckled as she rocked back and forth on her knees, plunging her jellycock in and out of Emily’s ear, fucking her brain, drowning any remaining thoughts she may have had under an ocean of soporific jellycum.

Emily twitched, goop leaking from her ears and eyes as her brain was scrambled further by the Jellycock. The eggs she and Jellymama had laid days before had long hatched, tiny Jellyslimes crawling all over her, sliding in and out of her pussy and enlarged nipples. Emily’s body, modified by the Jelly to be optimal for breeding, shook and jiggled in pleasure as her babies crawled all over her, planting her with their gentle kisses, sliding up into her womb to curl up next to their unhatched siblings. Emily had already been stuffed full of her second clutch, her belly large and round.

“G-g-goop… goop… goop… goop…”

The Jellymama felt her pussy spasm just a little at the sight. Smiling softly, she turned her attention back to the phone call. “Of course, Goro! You know we love to have you over!”

“Great! I’ll be there soon!”

Jellymama laughed softly as she hung up the phone, tucking it into the Jelly beneath her massive, heavy breast. Her enormous belly shook as she moaned loudly, her jellycock spurting more jellycum into Emily’s ear.

Emily shook, babbling a few incomprehensible sounds as she slumped backward, a dumb, drunken grin on her face as she giggled happily, nothing left in her head but happy, happy goo.

Smiling with pride at her first subject, Jellymama reached down, gently stroking Emily’s enormous belly. Emily moaned in mindless pleasure, drooling a thin trickle of green down her growing chins. Her body, stomach, and breasts had continued growing as she became one with the goop, and she was rapidly on her way to becoming wider than she was tall.

Jellymama could sense the other converts in the building. Jade, Veronica and Peter, Iris and Zoe, and so many more. All of them were changing as the goop rewrote their bodies and minds, bringing them closer and closer together, turning more and more into silly Jelly fuckbeasts.

Jellymama smiled, sitting back down on her gigantic cushion of an ass to wait for Goro to arrive. If Emily had recovered enough by the time he arrived, maybe he could walk in to the sight of Jellymama fucking her brain again, or maybe to Emily laying her jellyeggs.

Maybe Jellymama would let the pheromones take him, make him so horny, turn him into an adoring slave to her body with a huge, goop-enhanced cock.

Or maybe she could stuff him bodily up into her big goopy twat, let the Jelly work its magic on him by just submerging him in it, turn him into a cute little goopling to ooze around and do as he was told.

Jellymama couldn’t wait.

#goo girl #transformation nsft #hypnosis #corruption kink #goop tag #my posts

[steve0discusses]

Ep 46 Pt 2: Seto is Sad Now

I just want to take the time to fully appreciate Seto and Yami on the back of this horse.

You can’t tell me that the image alone of them on horse back where Seto is just on the back like it’s a motorcycle or something? Two cousins trying not to be weird about this mode of transportation while the tall one sits in the tiny seat?

 (which by the way, I didn’t realize it at the time, but uh my condolences to the shippers of Yami and Seto, they are...damn! They sure are cousins, aren’t they? Like a reverse Sailor Uranus/Sailor Neptune situation right here. Well, you still got modern Seto, but...sooo many lost fanfics out there, I’m sure, who were...probably not happy with this revelation.)

So I had to look this up because I’m not a horse girl, regrettably, I do not know enough about horses to know if two grown men can fit on the back of a horse without busting that horse’s spine in half. But, what I found out is: you don’t do this to a horse. I mean you can, but you shouldn’t.

Thing is...Yami is technically a kid in size, if memory serves, Yugi is still less than 100 lbs.

Maybe this horse is OK? this horse they occasionally use to skate down mountainsides? It’s not a real horse anyway, and honestly, this whole idea of the two on a horse is very funny to me so who cares.

(read more under the cut)

Also speaking of scientifically incorrect things in Yugioh, this was also very funny,

FAR BE IT FROM ME to get all technical and make some weird youtube video about all the historical inaccuracies in TV shows (which damn, I sure do hate those videos) but I can still laugh at it when it happens.

Bro just told me “bold of you to trust Google” and he’s correct. For all we know some AI just lied to me just now, so if you know some deep lore about trebuchets don’t be afraid to speak up.

Their horse pulls up to the line of out of touch trebuchets and warriors flanking the city, where we reunite as a cast minus Karim.

Yami then dumps this on me and it was so outlandish I could not tell if this was canon to the manga/original translation or if the dub decided this would be OK to do.

Just let the man die! He divorced his wife on horseback and then did not raise Seto, he abandoned this boy to kill thousands of people, just let Aknadin freakin die. Please, Yami, this is not up for debate, Yami. Let Aknadin freakin die he hella deserves it.

Agh, Dartz all over again, I swear this show didn’t used to feel the need to redeem it’s villains, youknow? Or maybe it was always like this but I forgot because of freakin long covid wiping a year of my life, I don’t freaking know. But if/when Aknadin comes back I genuinely can’t see how he and Seto could ever fix their relationship on this planet Earth.

Anyway, speaking of being tired beyond your ability, Yami remembers just how many fireballs he took to the chest today and decides to just keel over. Good thing he didn’t do this on the back of the horse.

Relatable, honestly, this is what I do nowadays when I have to stand too long because I decided to cook 2 things instead of 1. Yami just has long covid, he’ll be fine. Just find a couch and do a big sittie, Yami.

Like damn, Yami, maybe should’ve let Seto at least drive the horse?

And so the trebuchets fire off with all this animation that a bunch of people looked at, and after them, these scenes passed over like 100 more people’s hands, and no one at any point said “yo they used sleds instead of wheels in Egyptian sands, right?” and they were...like they were from the wrong anime really, but please admire the wings on these “trebuchets”

freakin nerf guns made out of logs hahaha.

Anyway, Bakura noticed.

Sad Seto starts botching it so poorly that it, in fact, triggers the end of the world.

Could’ve been Isis commanding the troops. Or Grandpa. Or Shad- no wait, no actually...

...probably shouldn’t be Shada.

But I think that Isis would not have needed that necklace to know throwing logs at the enemy would not work. Especially since this particular enemy is like...all log.

Thanks for the America shout-out Yugioh, my warm and fuzzy patriotic vibes go off in my heart every time I see lady liberty in an apocalyptic setting, not gonna lie.

I make fun, but it really did take Yami a while to figure out what the hell Bakura was implying here.

Lets admire the guy in the very back who looks like he just lost his glasses so he’s just gonna sit it out directly on the ground.

I will not revise the death count. They died. They died right in front of me. This is clearly a ghost.

They’re just back now. They’ve done this before where they magically come back to life, it’s never explained, and I’m used to it. Rex and Weevil are god tier and it’s never ever explained. I’m ready for them to die again every time I see them on this show. But this show will never let go of these bastards because like...well I don’t know, really, but it feels like the show runners REALLY like these two and I’ll let them have their comfort OCs.

LISTEN.

So I know I was going to put a towel on this boy’s enormous smiling dong, but it would, in fact, make it more obscene to put the towel on him in this particular scene than to go without the towel.

And yes, it did grow larger than the last time we saw it, and no... I don’t think we should analyze that.

Meanwhile we have run out of useless logs and their out of place trebuchets.

Blue Eyes just sitting on the bleachers being like “no dawg, it’s fine! I’m fine, we’re all fine!”

And then we uh, killed Shadi.

It happened so quickly I think the dub actually removed a scene where he gets hit. Like suddenly Yami’s in danger, then it cuts away, and then Shadi is just on the ground like “you get em buddy” and he kicks it.

What an unceremonious way for this creep to die.

And of all the times! He has been threatening to die this entire season! And I guess it’s better than getting bricked in the head by Aknadin, but still...a lightning bolt huh?

And in case you were like “so why is he this weird ghost that haunts us 5000 years later?” That’s apparently answered in like the movie, from what bro tells me. I forget which. I want to say it’s Dark Side of Dimensions, that movie I keep threatening to watch. He hasn’t seen it either, he doesn’t know.

Anyway, we made it through another episode, and yes, it was Shadi who died.

I cannot believe how long Grandpa has held out this season, can you? I can’t believe it at all.

We’ll catch up again next episode, where...it feels like this is the finale guys. Wow. We’ve come so far. And again, I wish I was in a better state to write, because I feel like I used to be a lot more in depth and just...more analytical. 

But really, this season is just pretty freaking weird. Like there is stuff to analyze here. There are things to get out of it. But I spend so long being like “and then this weird thing happened, and that weird thing happened” that I’m still just stringing together the nonsense and I’m not really appreciating the forest for the trees.

But I’m sure those things will come to me in time, if they really are that important to glean from this season, even if it may be in some later episode or some sort of post-season essay I feel like writing (I probably won’t). But until then, we’ll just admire the dickface they convinced 4kids to put on TV.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#yugioh #YGO #Yu-Gi-Oh #Yami Muto #Yugi Muto #Bakura #Ryou bakura #Theif King Bakura #Seto Kaiba #priest seto #Shadi #Isis Ishtar #Rex Raptor #Who I originally called rex wheeler so that's where my brain is rn #Zorc

[transatos]

Spoilers for every campaign ahead.

Here is my fan-theory fan-timeline for connections between every single Just Roll With It campaign. There are approximately six regions to look at. In chronological order, with the world name listed first and included campaigns second, here they are:

Prevarus - "Apotheosis":

This one's special! No direct ties, just in the same universe as the rest.

Mana - "Convergence", "Riptide":

The first glimpse of this world is in Convergence's underwater society (e3). This is an early, shallow undersea civilization. Sometime afterwards, the Convergence Crew's adventure ends. Kasper (and any potential other crew members) enters a final portal to take him to Mana's Feywild. The Black Rose Pirates prequels occur. Riptide occurs. A decade after Kasper's entry to the Feywild, he meets the Riptide Pirates. Additionally, Horsea, or the Western Sea, has a continent or island on which Convergence's ghostly wild west (e7-8 [lost]) is. This is one of the Archangels' and the Party City Ghost's hometown. Mana and Prime are in the same solar system.

Earth - "Blood in the Bayou", "Convergence", "Paradise Chronicles":

Blood in the Bayou occurs in Galloway, Louisiana. Many decades later, a meatball-like meteor (meateor) hits Earth, similar to the one that threatened Prime. This is the home planet of the infection in Galloway, and it finds a new home on the streets of New York. This time, nobody can stop it. Scientists attempt to study and isolate it, with little luck. The Dimension Dudes arrive a few years into the infection in Convergence's City of Nightmares (e4-6). Alastyr gets infected with "Fergus", a slow-acting transformative version of the rot. The crew portals away. Despite the hopes of those in the Garden, it eventually rots a hole into the center of the earth, almost splitting it in two. The world deals with this fallout, and the Paradise Chronicles occur 300 years later.

Prime - "Mythborne", "UH-OH!", "Agents of P.I.S.S.", "Prime Defenders":

Mythborne contains early manifestations of superhero powers, to a certain few individuals. UH-OH! occurred on Earth in post-BITB, pre-Convergence days, but Bacon-Man simply flew incredibly fast through space (Earth and Prime are in different solar systems) and got to Prime later in his career and life. Agents of P.I.S.S. are early prototypes of W.A.T.C.H. Prime Force occurs. Prime Defenders occurs. Sometime during PD, Convergence Space (e9 [lost]) takes place. The Strangehold is in the same orbit as the W.A.T.C.H. space base, and the two groups are aware of eachother. Sometime during or after the end of the Convergence Crew's adventures, Alastyr planehops to Prime and joins W.A.T.C.H. Prime Defenders takes place after Earth was lost to the rot and before Paradise Chronicles.

Fauna - "Prime Defenders", "Convergence":

Fauna, as seen in Prime Defenders and as the world Vyncent knows, is still overrun by monsters. It is the world prior to the great goddess planting Yggdrasil, saving it. A thousand years after Yggdrasil being planted, Convergence (e1-2) occurs. Cultists of the Corn takes place somewhere within its world, in a distant town.

"Intergalactic Gameshow"s:

All of it has genuinely happened, it is just never acknowledged.

Some notes, and shorter campaign mentions:

Goobleck is omnipresent, and watching at any point. Food, the food store, is one of the universe's funny repeating patterns, appearing on both early Mana and City of Nightmares-era Earth. The Fight Before Christmas occurs somewhere out in the galaxy. Where? Who knows. Have fun. The Final Episode is somewhere in another distant corner of the galaxy, chronologically far after all other campaigns have occurred. Lastly, ties to the Fated's world have been omitted out of respect for the current DMs.

@strawberri-syrup and @kasperconvergence you asked for this! Thank you for the encouragement.

#town talk #jrwi #jrwishow #jrwi spoilers

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

DC

little suns by ScarlettSwordMoon

While Bruce was presumed dead, Dick adopted Damian. Now that Bruce has returned, the three of them struggle to adjust to the new status quo. AKA Five times Dick struggled with being a father and a son, and one time he got the balance right.

Stranger Things

Not So Bad by outofmygourd

Vecna is dead. It's the summer after the party's freshman year. Steve Harrington spends it in the Family Video Store, and Eddie Munson is spending post-graduate life bothering him. And maybe Steve isn't as bothered as he used to be

birds of a feather flock together by Bundibird

"You know," Robin tells Mike, her voice low and calm and soothing. "You can like both girls and boys."

Steve jerks in his seat like someone slapped him.

"What!?" he splutters, and it comes out as something halfway between a yelp and a squawk.

SVSSS

If Marriage Was an Olympic Sport by anatheme

Shen Qingqiu accidentally triggered a marriage hunt wife plot on his ass and now twelve people must compete for his hand in marriage by catching him before sunset. Enter Luo Binghe who left the abyss's oven earlier than canon for reasons.

save your tears (for another day) by anathem

In which the SYSTEM provided Shen Qingqiu a way to distract Luo Binghe during their reunion in the Jinlan City Arc:

And then he felt it, a hot and stinging sensation in his eyes. Something warm and wet trailed down his cheek. His vision blurred and he hurriedly tried blinking it away.

Shen Qingqiu quickly wiped his face before anyone could see. He stared at the wet trail in his hand in horror and betrayal. What the fuck, SYSTEM?!

Too late, Luo Binghe already saw it, judging by the sharp intake of breath and everyone going silent around him.

Star Wars

Thaw by spqr

That’s what hope does to you, Luke remembers now. It lingers at the back of your mind, whispering maybe, maybe, so that knowing a plan is stupid isn’t enough to keep you from trying it.

how to deal with the unfortunate matter of your parents being sex icons by Artootie (baxty_154)

Part 1 of Luke and Leia Skywalker-Naberrie's Adventures in being totally normal college students

“You know it’s strange,” his new roommate threw back over his shoulder. “You actually look pretty similar to Anakin Skywalker.” He straightened The Poster lovingly and patted the shiny pecs again.

Luke squeaked and cleared his throat, desperate for a distraction so he could flee to scream with Leia. “Uh yeah, about that…”

And as if the Force itself had heard him, the door swung open.

Enter stage left, Anakin Skywalker carrying a mini fridge.

Clone Wars

Those Who Can by K_R_Closson

After a chaotic, and traumatic, start to her apprenticeship, Obi-Wan Kenobi decides the life of a Jedi knight is not one for her. She joins the EduCorps and becomes a teacher instead. Her former grandmaster offers her a position on the planet Kamino, but when she arrives, she realizes he left out a few very important details. Her students number in the hundreds of thousands and soon will number in the millions.

But she is committed to this assignment, and the boys here need her. She learns how very much that is true as each new month spent on the planet revels new horrors and abuses.

Free Jedi to Good Home by soft_but_gremlin

Jango Fett expected several things from this hunt on Galidraan. Three hypothermic Jedi children stumbling into his camp was not one of those things.

let go and i'll hold you up by jynx

In the midst of a war, Obi-Wan finds a deck of diviner cards and, on a lark, introduces his Commander to the concept and then offers a reading. He honestly didn't expect the cards, or the Force, to egg them into a relationship, but maybe he should have.

#i hope this keeps you all fed #weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #dc recs #sw recs #stranger things recs

[kuzcosources]

Steven Universe Out of Context sentence starters!

Has your planet always been this... destroyed?

Ok, _____, you just drew yourself.

Uh... I like me.

Your mom! *laughing maniacally*

Psst! It's me! I'm a horse!

LET ME HELP YOU WITH YOUR FEELINGS!

No dinner for one thousand years!

How have I never heard of this? I've only ever heard...that it's unheard of.

Yes! Babe city here I come!

*calmly* See, I am completely engulfed with rage.

______, I'm bald!

Are you my dad?

THAT'S NOT MY BABY!

This is the leaf _____ gave me. It reminds me of the time _____ gave me a leaf.

Quit helping the local ecosystem recover!

Why would she be a cowboy? *sobbing*

Which way to the baby war?

Eat tread, dirtbag!

I can't leave you alone for a second.

I swallowed a rock.

We're very sorry for your marriage.

Behold, my resource genius!

*spits drink* _____'s PREGNANT??!

What, your eyesight just magically got better?

I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes I mean often.

Human screams are my favorite of the earth's delights. I want to hear the human screams forever.

Ok, that's kinda troubling.

Don't worry about me. Owl be fine.

You can't outrun me! We both have short legs!

#rp meme #rp memes #rp ask meme #rp ask memes #ask meme #ask memes #rp inbox meme #rp inbox memes

[weirwoodsugar]

ok well uh,.... what if Jon was in the far future like a generation ship or a high tech city on a distant planet. what job(s) do you think he should have?

if you knew how many thousands of words of bullshit space opera au i have written in every fandom i have ever been in you would never ask me this question. anyway he’s a pilot or engineer and ghost is his spaceship and he wargs the spaceship.

#i did a riff on this like ten years ago too but i can’t remember what his job was. #it was in my event horizon era so his job was to see the horrors.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Do you have any facts about Jupiter's moons?

I have many facts about Jupiters moons. I have many facts per moon. Jupiter has many, many moons. I have so many facts about Juptier's moons that if I listed them all here it would crash tumblr. The facts I know about them are so explosive and amazing that if you heard a tenth of them your brain would literally fucking explode. And you know what? I'm not gonna tell you a single one.

Facts about Jupiter's Moons:

Jupiter’s moon Ganymede is the only moon that has its own moon. It’s just large enough to hold a small 2km meteor in its orbit, and with Jupiter’s help, the meteor seems to be on a stable path. Despite this, the other planets all talk behind Jupiter’s back and won’t let Ganymede near their own moons.

Callisto, the musical moon, is known for its witty lyrics and fun Afro-Caribbean folk beats. It is also made of crabs.

Io is covered in volcanoes. Though these volcanoes are expected to clear up in a few years, they cause Io much anxiety and unpopularity in the Jovian high school scene.

Europa is covered in ice, under which life may exist. This life would theoretically look and act much like Jim Henson's "Muppets" and live on a diet of small bacterial colonies. I know this because fuck you that's why.

Amalthea is named after a nymph from Greek mythology, the only solar object to have the distinction of a mythological name.

Himalia was discovered in 1904 by Sir Edmund Hillary, who was the first man to summit its highest peak, unless you count the thousands of Jovian locals who are not recognized by Earth historians because we suck.

Thebe is what happens when you blow up a firecracker on a meteor and it gets stuck in a big planet's gravity.

Elara is made entirely of hair, hence its nickname, "the hair moon."

Pasiphi- Pasiphea- Pasi- Whatever fuck this moon I'm not typing it.

Carne, the meatiest moon, is delicious in quesadillas.

Metis is shaped like a noodle, specifically rigatoni. It may also be buttered. NASA's next probe will check to see if it's ready to serve by throwing it against a wall.

Lysithea is a student at the Officers Academy who is from the Leicester Alliance and is a member of the Golden Deer. A magic prodigy, her family was targeted by the Adrestian Empire. You can recruit her during the War Phase so long as you chose the Crimson Flower route.

Sinope is the homeworld of filmmaker Christopher Nolan. It was discovered by someone at a place called "The Lick Observatory." Eww.

Ananke was of course the chosen one until it fell behind the dark side of Jupiter. It was supposed to bring balance to Jupiter, not leave it in darkness.

Leda is known for fucking a swan. Not even kidding they named the moon after a lady famous for nailing an overgrown goose and laying eggs. I'm not even referring to mythology this happened in the 1970s.

Adrastea is a popular moon to take over in Solar Quest because if you don't have enough fuel to leave Jupiter's orbit you can charge anyone who lands on it like a gazillion dollars.

Callirrhoe makes me giggle.

Themisto is the only moon around Jupiter not to hang out in a group. It's the 'forever alone' moon. Probably because of its bad body odor due to its distance from Speedstiq, the deodorant moon.

Praxidike has an eccentricity of 0.1840. That means it won't lend out its DVDs but lets them get all scratched anyway.

Kalyke is the only moon in the solar system named after a Superman comics character. Kalyke is an obscure villain who is obsessed with kidnapping Superman and showing him episodes of I Love Lucy.

Iocaste was thought to be a star until 1996 when it finally moved. Juptier's slowest moon, it orbits the planet once every 60,000 years and doesn't even text back, it leaves everyone on 'read' like an asshole.

Taygete is a perfectly round and completely green moon. It's made of pure emerald. It would cost over 50 trillion dollars on Earth, and would crush most cities.

Megaclit is, wait. Megaclit? Are you fucking serious? What do I even joke about with this one? Uh… Megaclit was discovered only recently as none of the cis male astronomers could find it? Whatever, its called MEGACLIT make your own joke this one's a freebie.

Dia is the only moon of Jupiter to have been discovered by day. Sorry this one is weak I'm still laughing at the moon MEGACLIT.

Harpalyke has only been spotted once, and never again, leading astronomers to believe it left Jupiter in an argument over ethics in gaming journalism.

Helike is named for that dragon on the bridge in Dark Souls that fucking kills everyone the first time right when they think they beat the first boss and they were doing well.

Thyone, full name Thyone Power, starred in lots of Zorro movies.

Hermippe is what happens if you lift from your back and not your arms.

Chaldene? Uh… Something about the fire in Howl's Moving Castle maybe? I dunno.

Isonoe- Moon of the Mole People, a people best known for airing on Adult Swim and then never coming out on DVD.

Eirene- Wasn't this moon in Sherlock?

Eukelade is named for a guy who ran around naked because he noticed that metal didn't float. No wait that's Archimedes, he said Eureka and that's not even what this got its name from. Oh wait, I MAKE SHIT UP. Yeah I'm going with it.

Aeode is a good Theatre of Tragedy song.

Autonoe is the term for films made by Gaspar Noe after he went on autopilot and started making boring art crap instead of head smashing flicks.

Ersa, boring. Unfunny. How can that compare to MEGACLIT?

Pandia is about where I began to regret doing a fact for every fucking moon around Jupiter big time.

Carpo is named for a blend of Marx brothers.

Euanthe is the smallest moon ever to star in its own reality show.

S/2017? What they literally ran out of names? They just started naming them after years and crap. Fuck this. There are another 30 moons and they didn't even bother to name half of them, why should I keep going when fucking NASA didn't?

LOL, "megaclit."

#juptier #astronomy #space #nasa #fire emblem #unreality #long post

[roughtimeminicomics]

(First Time of doing this so uh MISTAKES are to be found lol) THE BASICS- Chapter Name: The Fading Blades

Founding: Ultima Founding

Homeworld: Lorevian, a dark planet covered with beautiful swamps and toxic mountain landscapes. It’s thanks to these lands that the Fading Blades have a better resilience to diseases and plagues. 

Genesire: Dark Angel Successors

Fighting Style: Heavy focus on Melee, using Chainblades, Power Blades, and their own Power Katannas. Though there are a few that use sniper rounds for their Bolters. The Fading Blades are deadly field operatives, rushing onto the battlefield with little to no fear for themselves. They aid guardsmen and other Space Marines in combat and are skilled with indoor melee combat, making them perfect for liberating cities and citadels. 

Defining Armor Traits: Typically wearing robes and hoods, The Fading Blade also typically wear chains and spikes around their armor. Though plenty still wear the basic Primiris Armor without any add-ons. Captains and Sergeants though DO have large makeshift horns built into their armor.

Ritual Markings: Every Fading Blade is permitted to give themselves a tattoo of anything they desire, whether that be a name, a face, or a symbol. This tattoo is what connects them to their humanity and mortality. 

Special Rituals: When becoming a Fading Blade, the newcomer must work with a selected guardsman and use only a standard chainblade in combat as the guardsman’s personal guardian. They will be protected by a fellow Fading Blades. Only when they prove themselves, which can take months or even years, can they ever wear their sacred power armor. 

Beliefs: The Fading Blades follow the belief that Humanity is something to protect with every last fiber in their bodies, but also that even if someone falls to Chaos, their past should not be forgotten. To the Fading Blades, MEMORIES of one’s Humanity is what makes them human. It’s why they try to have civil interactions with any Space Marine that is not a fellow Fading Blade. They want to learn about them.

Purpose: The Fading Blades were formed to fight the forces of Chaos, mainly Chaos Cults. The Fading Blades are trained to combat every Chaos Warband with incredible precision. 

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Chapter Master: Volux Axar is a quiet and intimidating Space Marine, his helmet sprouting two massive horns and instead of their classic neon green eye optics, he wears pitch black ones similar to those of the Minotaurs. Volux keeps the Legion united, gathering recruits who succeeded in their guard duties and telling them the duty they now hold, while also revealing great secrets and untold stories. He wields the chapter’s first Power Katana, which was found deep in the belly of a fallen titan, alongside main other relics they keep. Volux shows these Relics to the recruits, telling them their theories and ideas of the relics. Volux is a kind soul, and will protect his Marines with an uttermost ferocity that only a World Eater and/or demon of Khorne could match. 

Champion: Orion Venatorius is actually a Dreadnaught, but a very talented one at that, and was the first Chapter Master. When the Fading Blades were founded and sent on their first mission to take down a Thousand Sons stronghold on the planet Gregak III. During this mission, Orion faced down a Greater Daemon of Tzeetch. While he didn’t kill the beast, Orion was such a vicious opponent on the field the demon was constantly being forced back. Eventually Orion was facing down demons left and right, being the single Marine in the Chapter with the most Demon Kills. Even when he was placed inside his Dreadnaught (why, no one knows. He was just found beyond saving, surrounded by hoards of traitors and demons), Orion kept killing demons. He values his relationship with his fellow marines and like Volux will defend them vigorously. 

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Primary Relationships with other Chapters/Legions:

Salamanders: The Fading Blades are a lot like the Salamanders in the sense that they value human life over practically anything else. Thus the Salamanders and Fading Blades actually get along quite well.

Lamenters: Unlike (probably) most of the Imperium, the Fading Blades see the Lamenters as Space Marines that deserve a massive break. Thus whenever they are working together, the Fading Blades treat the Lamenters with respect. 

Space Sharks: To put it simply, the Fading Blades are afraid of the Space Sharks. For obvious reasons. They’d rather fight Angron than a single Space Shark.

Dark Angels: As the apparent founding legion of the Fading Blades, one would think they’d have at least a LITTLE respect for the Dark Angels. But no. The Fading Blades despise their secret keeping and the measures they go to keep them. 

Black Templars: While the Black Templars are perplexed by the Fading Blades, they work well in unison. The Fading Blades themselves are neutral overall about the Black Templars but do show interest in their virtues and skills. 

Ultramarines: HO-BOY. The Ultramarines. The Fading Blades DESPISE the Ultramarines. Their rulebook following ways and views of Humanity as a whole and more and more make the Fading Blades DESPISE working with the Ultramarines. When a Captain of the Ultramarines began to talk shit to the Fading Blades, they shot back. A Salamander and Dark Kraken there had to separate the two when a brawl started. So yeah, not positive.

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Other Basic Facts to Know:

Their flagship is called the Fallen Warhead. It holds many of the Fading Blades’s most powerful weapons and figures.

Their monastery on Lorevian is called Fortress Dusklight. This is where all their relics are held. 

One of their relics is a suit of Space Marine Armor that dates back all the way to the Horus Heresy but they can’t tell what model or Legion it belonged to. But it is written all over in an ancient tongue that the Fading Blades Scholars and Psychers are constantly trying to figure out.

While the use of Bolters are rare for the Fading Blades, they aren’t strangers to them. Small squads of Marines may use them solely as distraction so the main force can go in to attack.

Volux Axar once faced down a Thousand Sons leader, and the Thousand Sons would state later that the mere presence of Volux triggered some deep fear they had. Something dating back all the way to BEFORE the Heresy. 

#warhammer 40k #40k #successor chapter #40k successor chapter #warhammer oc

[blue-kyber]

I'm trying to figure out how to present my epic novel to the TL;DR, '30 second attention span' crowd.

Perhaps they would enjoy it in a Curious George approach?

Let me try it with the first sixth of the book!

OUT THERE: THE 1K

The abridged version of the first sixth of the book.

The very abridged version.

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"Mom! Dad! I wanna fly Earth's first spaceship!" Will jumps in excitement.

"No," his dad says, "You have ADHD."

"I think he can. What could go wrong?" his nerdy mom defends her son's dreams.

Suddenly, an alien craft appears out of the night sky and whisks Will away from Earth.

There are other kids on the ship, too, all taken like he was.

Everything is a blur.

Will is frightened.

"You have to talk to understand everyone because they put translator bananites in our heads," a girl says.

Her name is Emma. She sits next to Will and lets him listen to music.

Will calms down.

The two become instant best friends.

Will sees Earth one last time before the ship jumps to hyperspace.

Emma, not wanting to forget Earth, changes her name to Terra.

Both are very sad.

Will and Terra learn that they are two out of one thousand kids taken from Earth.

Chancellor Urza says they're going to save the galaxy.

But how? Will wonders. How can kids defeat evil aliens who can blow up planets?

They spend six days on the starship called the Intrepid.

This is a ship from the Planetary Alliance, and the people who work on it are called Regents.

They meet all kinds of strange looking humanoid aliens. They learn about the other two human species - the mik and the masakans.

The mik are giant humans. Much taller and stronger than anyone Will and Terra have ever seen.

Will is upset, because the one thousand kids will be split up to live all over the Alliance's part of the galaxy.

Will he ever see them again?

They land on the beautiful human homeworld of Masaka.

"It looks like Earth!" Terra exclaims in happiness.

"But it's not," Will says.

Captain Linell has a bad feeling about bringing them home to Masaka. They aren't supposed to be together, or they could be discovered.

Will and Terra and their new friends make a promise to always be there for each other.

The next morning, the starship Intrepid rescues them from the wicked trap set by Senator Degull and Senator Runell.

But oh no! Will and Terra are kidnapped!

The Intrepid goes on a wild chase after the rogue Regent starship that took them.

The enemy ship vanishes into hyperspace.

Will wakes up in a white room and wearing different clothes.

He'd just had the weirdest and most vivid dream of his life.

Terra is on the other side of a window in an identical room.

"Where are we?" Will asks.

"I don't know." Terra says.

"I'll get you out," Will says. He tries to break the glass, but fails.

Suddenly, threads of blue light extend out from their hands toward each other.

It scares them. They feel different.

"Why is there light coming out of us?" Terra asks.

"Captain Linell is brave! She'll know what to do," Will exclaims.

"Captain Tevara Linell is dead," a man walks into Will's room.

"I'm Doctor Barakan, and you live here now," he says.

"What's happening to us?" Will asks.

"It's a gift I'm giving you to save the galaxy. Isn't it great?" Doctor Barakan gloats.

"We're already gonna do that," Will argues, "We don't want it."

"Tough," Doctor Barakan says, "No take-backs. I own you now."

Will and Terra use that light inside them to fight back, but it makes them tired.

His plan to change their DNA to turn them into something the galaxy hasn't seen in a century is working!

In time, he and Chancellor Urza will get what they want.

They will end the four hundred year war by using Will and Terra's lives.

2 years later...

"Woohoo! Flying is fun!" Yune Darrak loves driving his hoverbike through the capital city of New Cerillia on Masaka.

He smooth talks his way into a club that's in a bad part of town in order to capture a criminal named Avik Coval.

Uh oh. It looks like he's not the only one after Avik.

Yune's friend and former crewmate is here, too.

"You got taller," his friend, Zaf Bixim, laughs.

"I did not," Yune said. But it's a lie.

The man Yune is looking for gets into a shootout with Yune and Zaf and escapes capture!

Yune and Avik go on a high speed chase through the city.

It's very dangerous.

Yune captures the bad guy and gets back the artifact he was hired to find.

It's a red crystal the size of a golf ball that belongs to some alien monks.

It's worth a lot of money. That's why the bad man stole it.

Yune thinks he's won, but oh no! An old friend-turned-enemy shows up to steal it from him!

When all looks lost, Yune's friend from the club arrives just in time to save him.

Zaf was hired by the same monks to get their special rock back.

He doesn't give it to Yune, but he does tell him that Senator Runell has a hiding place.

Yune needs money. Bringing the Senator to justice would solve his problems.

"I'll do it." He takes the bounty hunting job.

Senator Runell found a hidden place high in the mountains.

Yune lands his ship, the Horizon.

He complains about snow. "It's wet and cold and I don't like it."

While scouting out how to get inside the secret Regent facility, Yune spots something unusual.

Two children are playing under the clear dome protecting the hiding spot.

It's Will and Terra.

But Yune doesn't know that.

"Scientist's kids," he guesses.

He's about to go back to his ship when lights flash in the dome.

Oh no! Both kids suddenly fall to the ground.

Armored Regent troopers spirit them away into the hideout.

This isn't right.

Yune will find out what's going on when he captures Senator Runell.

In order to do that, he'll need help.

Yune calls his best friend, a felorian Ai Hiri sen named Selka Kelnaris.

The two of them will team up to capture Senator Runell.

"Let's go get rich. Yay, money!"

Yune doesn't tell Selka about the kids. Solving this mystery is his side project.

Little did he and his best friend know that his side project would change the course of their lives.

Forever.

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#writing #writeblr community #This was harder to do than I'd though #sci-fi writing #out there the 1k #humans are space orcs #original work #writing as simplistically as possible #writing this was actually very helpful in finding major plot points #I would recommend this tactic. #ngl I burst out laugh when I wrote Yune saying 'Woohoo! Flying is fun!' That's it. That's basically him.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Origins —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

Words: 2,119

Phase Three Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Listen to: ‘Please’ -by Noah Kahan

xxiii: Over A Rocky Foundation

The day Cat's world began to fall apart started like any other. 

She went to work, had lunch with Harley, and texted Pietro a few times during the day. Nat called to ask if she could buy more peanut butter on her way back to the compound and so she did.

The world had never gone back to its lousy afternoons, there was still a considerable amount of people in the city, but the voices were always quiet, afraid of sounding too happy in a place that had lost so much.

Regardless of it, Cat had grown up and she was starting to see the good side of things. She would always do her best to find reasons to smile. She considered herself lucky, her time in the "old world" had been brief, and she had no trouble letting go. She thought of the others, people that'd lived decades with families, friends... it broke her heart just to think about it, so she didn't.

"I'm back!"

To her surprise, multiple voices answered. She approached the main room and found the Avengers holding a meeting.

"Hi, guys!" She placed the peanut butter on the desk and stood next to Nat's seat. "It's good to see you!"

"You've grown, superstar," Carol said.

"Five-foot-six and still growing," She said proudly.

"We miss you," Kurt told her, his projection was standing next to Rocket. "You sure you don't wanna come back?"

"I would only get in the way," She dismissed it. "Sorry, Nat. I won't interrupt any longer."

"Stay," The woman replied. "They haven't seen you in months, and I'm sure you're interested in their updates."

Cat hesitated. Truth be told, she wasn't but didn't want to sound like a jerk, so she stayed. Nat grabbed the peanut butter and prepared two sandwiches while Rocket continued his report.

"That highly-suspect warship Danvers pinged? It was an infectious garbage scow. So thanks for the hot tip."

"Well, you were closer," The woman replied unbothered.

"Yeah, and now we smell like garbage."

"C'mon, Rat, don't pretend that's not how you usually stink."

"Keep your mouth shut, quitter!" He retorted in a pissy mood.

"You get a reading on those tremors?" Nat interrupted, she seemed distracted.

"Twas a mild subduction under the African plate," Okoye replied.

"Do we have a visual? How are we handling it?"

"Nat," The woman said plainly. "It's an earthquake under the ocean. We handle it, by not handling it."

"Carol," Nat continued, there was something in her eyes that Cat didn't like. "Are we seeing you here next month?"

"Not likely."

"What? You gonna get another haircut?"

"Listen, fur face," She said impatiently. "I'm covering a lot of territory. The things that are happening on Earth are happening everywhere. On thousands of planets."

"All right, all right, that's a good point," The raccoon muttered. "That's a good point..."

"So you might not see me for a long time."

"All right," Nat fixed her posture. "Uh, well, this channel's always active. So if anything goes sideways, anyone's making trouble where they shouldn't, comes through me."

There was a choir of voices in agreement. Copycat silently waved goodbye to the screens, Rocket and Kurt answered by showing their middle fingers. Only Rhodey and the young women remained.

"Where are you?"

"Mexico. The federales found a room full of bodies, looks like a bunch of cartel guys never even had a chance to get their guns off."

"It's probably a rival gang," Nat dismissed it.

"Except it isn't. It's definitely Barton," Rhodey raised a brow. "What he's done here... what he's been doing for the last few years... I mean, the scene that he left... I gotta tell you, there's a part of me that doesn't even wanna find him."

"Will you find out where he's going next?"

Rhodey looked at her attentively. "Nat?"

"Please?" Nat's voice quivered.

He sighed. "Okay."

The meeting was over. Nat leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes tightly struggling to keep her tears at bay.

"You know," Cat squeezed her shoulder. "I think you've been working too hard for too long. Perhaps I should take care of things for a few weeks?"

The woman shook her head. "You have your own thing going on, I don't wanna force you to come back."

"It's too much to handle on your own, Nat. I'm not that fond of Barton and you know it, but he's your best friend... and I'm not exactly innocent, so I won't judge."

Nat took a deep breath. "You know something, kid? We're all guilty of things. If you live like a hero for long enough, then you stop being one."

Cat frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Sometimes you make mistakes, and people end up hating you for it. If I'm completely sincere, Cat, I'm glad you and Pietro are not a part of this anymore. You don't deserve to become someone's bad guy."

"You know," A voice spoke from the entrance, "I'd offer to cook you dinner, but you two seem pretty miserable already."

Nat looked over her shoulder, Copy fixed her posture out of instinct, it was a natural reaction whenever she'd listen to Steve's voice.

"You're here to do your laundry?"

"And to see my friends."

"Clearly your friends are fine."

"One of them," Cat gestured at Nat with her thumb. "The other could use a drink if you're feeling useful."

"Hush," Nat lightly kicked her leg.

Steve chuckled lowly. "You know... I saw a pod of whales when I was coming over the bridge."

"In the Hudson?"

"There's fewer ships, cleaner water..."

"I've seen them!" Cat piped up. "And yesterday the sky was crazy blue— I told my friend about it, he likes it when I describe how the day looks cause he can't see it for himself..."

"You know," Nat intervened, "if you two are about to tell me to look on the bright side... um... I'm about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich."

"Sorry... force of habit." Steve sat in front of her. Cat dragged up a chair and sat down with a pouty look on her face.

"Guys, c'mon! You're acting like old people. Here..." She pulled out several beers from her backpack. "You need a night off to recharge and then you'll be good as new. You're not gonna make me drink alone, are ya? The people that do it are at risk of becoming alcoholics."

"Aren't you the same girl that told us to fuck off a few years ago?"

"That was C.C.," She stated. "I'm Cat, your mature, sociable mutant. Don't give up, Nat..."

"You know," Steve grabbed one of the beers, "I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow... some do," He looked at Cat intently. "But not us."

"Ah-ah!" She frowned, lifting an accusing finger. "Beg to differ. Look at me and my friends: Harley, Pietro, Kurt... we're all getting better!"

"You were too young to get stuck in the past," Nat said logically. "Kids don't stay little forever, they grow. If I move on, who does this? You had the opportunity to turn your life around cause you had it all ahead of you. This is all I have."

"Maybe you can still get something else," Steve offered.

Nat shook her head. "I used to have nothing. And then I got this. This job... this family. And I was better because of it," She smiled. "And even though they're gone... I'm still trying to be better."

"Red, look at me," Cat insisted. "You met me when I was eleven, I'm twenty-one. I had a pretty good life here, even after the accords. I was happy. But I also think I can be happy in the future, eventually, just not in the way I thought... You should start to consider this as well. Both of you. Superheroes no longer fit into the narrative of the universe."

Steve and Nat shared a look, and the man smiled.

"I think it's no lie that she's actually growing up."

"Heathen is no longer the right nickname for her."

"She's also not wrong. We both need to get a life."

Nat tried to smile. "You first."

A message projected next to the agent, Nat touched it and moved it forward.

"Oh, hi. Hi! Is anyone home?"

Copycat's gaze moved to the screen, her pupils dilated.

"This is— uh, this is Scott Lang. We met a few years ago at the airport... in Germany."

The girl sprung to her feet, she was dead quiet. Steve got up too, he turned around and watched the video in amazement.

"I was the guy that got really big. I had a mask on, you wouldn't recognize me..."

"Is this an old message?" Steve asked.

"It's the front gate," Nat breathed.

Scott Lang was currently pacing their lounge room. Steve and Nat were staring at him, Cat was on the verge of throwing up.

"Scott— Are you okay?"

"What a stupid question," Cat snapped. "He's been missing for five years!"

"Have either of you guys ever studied quantum physics?"

Steve and Nat looked at her, Cat frowned.

"Well, my boyfriend used to talk to me about it, but it's been years since I even touched a physics book! What about you?"

"Only to make conversation," Nat replied sarcastically.

"Alright, so," Scott continued anxiously. "Five years ago, right before... Thanos... I was in a place called the quantum realm. The quantum realm is like its own microscopic universe. To get in there you have to be incredibly small. Hope, she's my..." Scott stammered. "She was my... She was supposed to pull me out. And then Thanos happened and I got stuck in there."

"I'm sorry, that must have been a very long five years."

"Yeah, but that's just it," Scott blinked. "It wasn't. For me, it was five hours."

"Lucky you," Cat said grumpily. "Why should we care?"

Scott turned to her. "The rules of the quantum realm aren't like they are up here. Everything is unpredictable— is that anybody's sandwich? I'm starving."

He walked over to the table and stole Copy's untouched meal.

"Scott," Steve called, "what are you talking about?"

"So," He spoke with his mouth full. "What I'm saying is time works differently in the quantum realm. The only problem is right now we don't have a way to navigate it. But what if we did? I can't stop thinking about it. What if we could somehow control the chaos and we could navigate it?"

"I don't like where this is going..." Cat looked around as if trying to find the nearest exit.

"What if there was a way that we could enter the quantum realm at a certain point in time, but then exit at another point in time? Like... like before Thanos."

"Wait, are you talking about a time machine?"

"No, of course not. No, not a time machine. This is more like..." He struggled to find the words. "Yeah, it's a time machine."

"Forget it," Copycat dismissed it.

She began to walk away, but Scott raised his voice.

"I know, it's crazy— It's crazy! But I can't stop thinking about it. There's gotta be... someway..." He shook his head in distress. "It's crazy."

"Scott, I get emails from a raccoon. Cat had brown eyes when I met her and look at her now, nothing sounds crazy anymore."

"It sounds desperate," The mutant responded crossing her arms. "Hopeless."

"Yesterday we all thought Scott was missing, and now he's standing in front of us," Steve said. "We should give it a try."

She stared at the men in annoyance, it wasn't that she didn't want to believe, but it was too good to be true. Cat didn't want to get excited only to be disappointed again, she was always careful not to do anything that could break her heart.

"Give it a try if you must, but you don't need me around to do it, do you?"

Nat and Steve stared at her.

"Not necessarily," The woman replied, "but five minutes ago you were asking us to not give up and now you're walking away?"

"It's different," She replied, gaze fixed on the floor. "Hoping for a better tomorrow is not the same as lying to ourselves thinking we can bring everyone back. It's crazy!"

"I spent decades frozen in time," Steve stated. "Five years is nothing."

She ran a hand through her hair visibly distressed, Nat gave a step forward.

"Think about Peter..."

Cat flinched at the mention as if she'd been hit. With her hands shaking and feeling like she was about to faint, the girl walked away and locked herself in the bathroom.

The last thing she wanted, was to think about him. She'd done many things in the last five years, the mere thought of disentangling the intricate knots she'd made to keep her act together was alarming.

Cat didn't want to bring her past to the present, worse yet, she didn't want her past to know what she'd done to get this far in life. Peter didn't care about her killing a man when she was younger, but he'd thought she'd done it to save herself. What would he think of it now?

Nothing.

The young woman closed her eyes tightly as she curled in the bathtub.

Peter's dead. He's dead.

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[calliecwrites]

Nexus

“So you inherited this place from your great-grandad?” Becky said, as I showed her around. “And you’re actually going to live here?”

I knew what she meant. The manor was old and rambling. The air was stuffy and the timbers groaned when the wind blew. It was creepy at the best of times.

“It’s not like I’ll be on my own all the time,” I said. “The housekeeper comes in once a week. And you’ll visit.” It was a question as much as a statement.

“I won’t be here that often, Caitlyn. I get that you don’t need to work anymore—” the house had come with a big sum of money, “—but what are you going to do all that time? You could go crazy stuck in a place like this.”

“That’s what I want to show you,” I said.

We’d come to the library. Becky whistled. “You’re going to read all these?” She wandered over to a shelf and pulled down a thick, heavy book, and blew dust away. “I bet there’s a secret door in here,” she said, “you know, where you pull the right book and the bookshelf opens. Have you found it yet?”

She expected me to laugh. I didn’t. Suddenly I felt nervous.

“Cait?”

“Watch this,” I said. “Tell me what you see.”

I took a book down. “I take a book down, and…” I prompted.

“And you’ve got a book,” she said.

I put the book back. Now came the part that would prove I was crazy, or… worse.

“I set my intention,” I said, “and…” I grabbed the same book again, but this time it didn’t come off the shelf. Instead it hinged, and a mechanism clicked, and—

Becky gasped.

“Say it,” I said.

“A bookcase swings open,” she said.

So I wasn’t crazy. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or afraid.

“But it’s not just that,” I said. “Watch.” I pushed the book back, and the secret door closed. I set my intention, grabbed the next book, and a different bookcase opened. Third book, and a different one again.

“It’s all of them,” I said. “Set your intention right, and every single book opens a door.”

* * *

Of course there were many more books than bookcases, so some books opened the same door. Basic pigeonhole principle, that. I pulled half a dozen books that opened the same bookcase, and each time we looked through, the secret door went somewhere else. We could tell by the light, the smell, sometimes even the material of the walls.

“How is that possible?” Becky asked.

“Grandpa’s will says they’re other worlds.” His will hadn’t said much else, certainly hadn’t explained how it worked. I’d thought it was the ramblings of a senile old man, at first. I’d wondered if that’s why my parents never spoke to him, back before they died. Imagine being outlived by your grandfather. But: “That’s why I’ve got to stay here, Becks. I’m some sort of guardian of a nexus between worlds, now.”

“Bit much to dump on you,” she said, and I knew she’d been the right one to tell. I couldn’t keep a grip on this alone, not without really doubting my sanity. She paused, and went on, “By other worlds, do you mean other planets, or alternate realities?”

“Both,” I said. “There are over ten thousand books in this library. I counted. And every single one goes somewhere else.”

I showed her a few of the worlds I’d been into. Of course I hadn’t dared go far. One door led into a cave made of some green rock that glowed, faintly. Another led into a clearing under a sky full of stars that were brighter than ours. “It’s always night here,” I said. “Don’t ask how that works.” Another led to the ruins of a city, where jagged shards of metal jutted into the sky and dust blew everywhere. They might have been skyscrapers once.

Becky was quiet. Once we’d closed all the doors, we went and had tea and biscuits in the pantry – the smallest and most ordinary room in the house. For a while we sat in silence.

“So what are you going to do?” Becky said at last.

“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s all a bit much, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” She dipped a biscuit in her tea and munched. “So, uh, do you get any special powers for being this… guardian of the multiverse?”

Trust Becky to try and lighten the situation. I laughed, but it wasn’t a happy laugh. Time for the craziest part of all.

“I’m not the one you should be asking.”

* * *

They were where I’d left them, in a drawing room on the other side of the house. They jumped to their feet as we came in, a different expression on each of their faces. One stared in amazement, not at me, but at Becky: “By the old gods and the new, Becksy, you’re alive!” Another just looked at Becky blankly: “Who are you?”

There were five of them in all. Worn leathers and a sword; shiny retro jumpsuit; blue hair; one of them was even an honest-to-goodness cat-girl with pointy ears and a tail. They were as different as the worlds they had come from.

Except that all of them were me.

Photo by Iñaki del Olmo on Unsplash. Also on Medium.

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[lulupen2023]

Doctor Who/Muse crossover 1/3

Okay, on ao3 so far it was an epic fail :(, let's try here: Setting: Towards the end of Season 3 for 'Doctor Who', Absolution Era for Muse Pairing: BellDom, Matt/Gaia and a small hint of Doctor/Master and at the very beginning even a thinner hint of Ten/Rose (just because unfortunately it’s canon, not because I like it, of course!) Disclaimer: the Tenth Doctor, the TARDIS and everything around them is property of the BBC and the various authors, Muse and those around them belong only to themselves, the madness is mine and I'm proud of it, even if I don't profit from it XD

Summary:

The Doctor is a little down in the dumps and his TARDIS knows how to help him… even if it's necessary to cross parallel universes! Four clueless Earthmen can’t even begin to imagine what awaits them! This work participates to the 'Crossover' challenge of the group @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group

Chapter I: The Meeting  

It finally happened.

Martha left him, she chose of her own free will to get away from him, not to follow him anymore in his adventures through time and space.

And the Doctor doesn't even have to question himself too much to find the answers, he knows he hasn't always treated her in the best way: no one likes to feel compared to someone else, another girl, to be precise, no one likes living in the her shadow, no one likes to feel like some sort of replacement.

The Doctor knows that Martha has made the right decision, he can't help but admire her for this, the fact is that now he finds himself in the condition he hates most: loneliness.

The Doctor needs to move, to have fun, to meet new people, but above all he needs something that has always helped to cheer him up: good music.

He gets back in his TARDIS, going to the console.

“I'll leave it to you, my dear, as long as you take me to a good concert… whichever planet you prefer.” Time to say it and the TARDIS emits her characteristic sound, setting off, without missing an opportunity to torment who is on board a little with her jolts.

Once the landing is complete, turbulent otherwise it wouldn’t be the TARDIS, the Doctor rushes out, opening the doors of what appears to everyone outside as a vintage blue police telephone box.

“Oohh, Italy, thank you,Sexy,  I've been wanting to go back for a while.” smiles the Doctor, locking the cabin to which he has just spoken.

Fortunately no one is paying attention to him, so no one can call him weird.

The Doctor, who has already understood that he is in Pordenone, a city in Northern Italy - because when you are almost a thousand years old like him you now know every place on Earth by heart -take the opportunity to take a ride on the suggestive bridge, the cathedrals, the museums and to savor the typical local cuisine.

In his wanderings, a hanging poster informs him not only of the historical period, but also of the choice of his spaceship:

31 Oct 2003

Sports Hall Muse

“Uhmm yeah, I've already heard something from them and I don't mind at all. Quite the contrary, I'll take advantage of that to deepen my knowledge about it. Anyway, I already know it will be fun." the Doctor comments to himself.

He doesn't have a ticket to enter, it's true, but when you're lucky enough to have a psychic card where people can read inside everything you want them to believe, the problem doesn't even exist.

And while he waits for the first supporters to appear on stage, the lead band enjoys a little relaxation in the dressing room.

"Have you seen? The club is filling up,” Chris comments satisfied, “I think I'm going to keep Tom at bay, before he charms too many girls!”

"Uh-uh, look what a lucky coincidence, we have the dressing room all to ourselves," chuckles Dom, climbing on Matt's lap, who is sitting on the sofa, but the brunet rejects him at the first attempt to kiss him.  

“Dommeh, no. You know I love the pre-show sappiness, but… Not here,” Matt mutters, a little flustered.

"Why? Are you afraid that your beautiful Italian girlfriend might enter at any moment?" Snorts the blond.

"Yes, she told me that she took half a day off on purpose and that she would join me..." the other tries to justify himself, scratching the back of his neck. "Matthew, do you know that you can't carry on two relationships, one in the open with her and one, for much longer, hidden with me?" Dominic looks at him seriously.  

Matthew is immediately close to him, stroking his face reverently, before hugging him.

“Dominic, you can't even begin to imagine how I wish things were different, that we didn't have to hide. I love you and you know I would never give up on you, but I also love Gaia, I feel between two fires, even if you are the one who burns the most."

Dominic nods, before pushing him away, albeit in a kind way.

“I know, Bells, we've had this speech several times. Having something halfway is better than not having it at all,” He winks at her lover. “Besides, who knows, maybe one day I'll find myself in the same situation as you and will love a girl other than you. Isn't it that Gaia has a friend?” He makes him laugh, even to ease the tension a bit. “Come on, you idiot! I just can't picture you living in Italy." Matt teases him. “But I could, near where Gaia lives there is such a wonderful lake…”

 "To me, you can even move to live with her, but at least you should be honest first, you owe her, don't you think so?" "You are right. I'll talk to her, although, as smart as she is, I suspect she's already figuring something out… so next time I'll think twice before falling in love with a brilliant future psychologist!”

"Come on, let's go out and join the others, so if your brilliant future psychologist arrives she won't see anything inappropriate." Dom offers and Matt accepts.

When Gaia arrives she finds all four of them in the dressing room, while the supporters are about to finish the last song.

“Sorry I'm late, love, but you have no idea how much traffic there was on the street!” the beautiful Italian girl runs towards him, kissing him. “Hi, Chris, hi Tom, how nice to see you again!” She smiles at the bassist and at the photographer, without separating from Matt.

“Dom.” “Gaia.” It is difficult to establish which of the two used the more glacial tone, worthy of a Cold War.

Matthew prefers not to think about when he will have to face the consequences of his choices and focuses more on the concert they have to start.

------------------------------------------------- 

After the two encores, greeting the warm and involved audience with a superlative 'Stockholm Syndrome', the Muse entertain themselves on stage for a few photos and to give away picks or drumsticks, before heading towards the dressing room.

On the way, however, in addition to a group of screaming girls waving their CDs or some of their posters, they find a man slightly older than them, with large lively eyes and messy hair.

“Hey, I like your style!” Matthew approves, gesturing at his blue pinstripe suit.

“And I liked you, your every song, what they talk about!” congratulates the bizarre individual, with overwhelming enthusiasm. “I am looking for new Companions for my travels and you are definitely the ideal candidates.” “Are you a tour operator?” Chris looks at him puzzled.

“Whoever you are, you have a charisma that I would follow you anywhere!” Dom flirts a bit, flattering him.

On any occasion, Matthew would be extra jealous , but he's too intrigued by that stranger and what he said.

“Companions.. Travels… it almost feels like we’re dealing with 'Doctor Who'” chuckles Matt. "What?! Do you… you… do you know who I am?” the Doctor's eyes widen.

"Wait a minute.. Are you the Doctor?” enthuses Matt. "But you don't look like The Eighth, not even the Seventh..." “I am the Tenth Doctor. You can call me Ten.” "What? Will they continue with the series up to the Tenth?” Matt gets excited about it. “What?! Is there a series about me?” Ten gets excited about it. “Yeah, and the theme song is so cool, I could do something similar in a song,” the frontman reveals to him, as Ten is already lost in his thoughts.

- So the TARDIS sent me on such an extra-dimensional journey that I landed in some kind of parallel universe where my deeds are narrated in a TV series? A TV series that for the year we are in has stopped at the Eighth Doctor? Does that mean that one day someone will  play my role?- 

"Matt I don't know what you and he are babbling about, but there are other fans waiting, let's get moving!" Chris tugs at his shirt, about to carry him towards the group dominated by the girls.

"Don't move from there, I'll be back later!" Matt recommends himself with Ten, before following his friend.

Within ten minutes they get rid of the fans who came to greet them and Matt finds Ten exactly where he left him.

“You have it in your pocket… don’t you?” asks the frontman, excited.

There’s no need to clarify what, Ten understands it quickly and draws the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket. “Oooohh, it's even cooler than the Eighth Doctor's!” rejoyces Matt.

"Come on, Matt, it's just a toy." Chris tries to rationalize.

Time to say it and Ten points the sonic screwdriver, now illuminated by its classic blue light, straight to the cell phone that the bassist is holding, which shortly after receives a text message.

“ ‘'And who are you calling ‘toy’?’ ” he reads, dumbstruck.

"I still don't understand what's going on, but with that tool in your hand you're even cooler!" winks Dom in the direction of Ten.

But Matthew just doesn't have time for any jealousies.

“Well, it happens that we are about to go through space and time aboard the coolest spaceship that has ever existed!” he anticipates to the other members, with an ecstatic big smile. “Ten, can you give me a moment? There is someone else that we absolutely have to take with us!” he adds, disappearing like a rocket before Ten has the time to nod.  

"Honey, where are you going in such a hurry?" Gaia crosses him on the threshold of the dressing room.

In response, Matthew pulls her towards him, giving her an impetuous kiss.

“Wow, I need to pay a visit to you more often after a concert!” She smiles, satisfied.

“Gaia, my darling, I love you so much and will miss you, I can't tell you where and how, but I might as well be gone for months…” he informs her. "But actually I think we'll meet again in five minutes." He rectifies, running away because he didn't find who he was looking for.

- No, maybe it's better to leave him alone after the concerts… he's even more nutcase than usual! - ponders Gaia, perplexed.

"Here we are, now there’s not anyone missing!" returns to the other Matts, dragging a bothered Tom with him.

“Bells, damn you, such a pretty girl was going to give me her number…” "Come on, if things go well, maybe soon you'll be able to flirt with a beautiful Venusian or Saturnian or who knows what else!" Matt counters, as Ten leads the way to his TARDIS which he has parked outside the arena.

“For a moment I thought you wanted to take Gaia with you,” Dom whispers to his partner as they walk off.

“Gaia is important to me, but, Dommeh, it is only our love that deserves to spill over into the Universe.” Matt murmurs, taking his hand.

“Well, that's a nice vintage phone booth, can I go back to the girls now?” Tom mutters.

Ten exchanges a knowing look with Matt, opening the doors to the TARDIS.

"But what?" Chris wonders puzzled, before Matt pushes him inside, doing the same thing with Tom.

Dom just needs to see Matt enter to reach him, he would follow him anywhere.

The enthusiasts: 'But it's bigger on the inside!' ritual begins, with Dom, Tom and Chris continuing to go in and out, while Matt admires every corner of the console.

“I take it they show that in the TV series as well.” comments Ten, amused.

“Yes, but it can’t even remotely be compared to actually being in here!”  

"But now I'm curious, then you'll have to show me some episodes."

"Sure, Ten, I have some DVDs in the tour bus, when we get back you'll be my guest." the pianist nods. “But… you said before that our songs convinced you that we could be your Companions, but… it doesn't seem to me that any of those in the playlist were about space or anything like that….”

“I meant the ones you will write … already starting from the next album, I know it!” chuckles Ten mischievously.

"Oh." is all the singer-songwriter manages to answer, while the other three decide to return once and for all.

"So we're on a spaceship..." Tom summarizes, looking around.

“That's right. I am a Time Lord and this is the TARDIS, acronym for 'Time and Relative Dimension in Space'… don't you want to take full advantage of it?” offers the Doctor. “Who wants a nice trip?”  

"In the space?" Tom asks, excited at the thought.

“Not only that, Tom, even over time. The TARDIS can travel to the past, present and future of any planet or dimension… Did I say it right, Ten?”  

“Couldn't have said it better, Matthew!” the Doctor makes him gloat.

“Ah, right… and before you ask, we can be absent with the Doctor even for days and days and we won't miss a single date of the tour, because it's like time stops here, so no one will notice our absence.”  

“The perfect crime.” approves Tom.

"That's right, I still haven't figured out if I like the fact that I have a Companion who is already so knowledgeable about everything or it takes away the fun of explaining it to me," Ten caresses his chin. "Naahh, it's fun after all!" he giggles.

"Come on, Ten, show us what the TARDIS is capable of, how about we go spy on the Zetas and maybe foil some of their evil plans?" Matt prods him impatiently.

"I don't think they exist..." the Doctor mutters.

"What?!" the frontman gets alarmed.

"I mean... I don't think there are effective systems to remain hidden from their eyes, it’s best not to risk getting too close to them." the Time Lord corrects himself instantly, reassuring him.  

“You're right, it’s best not to deal with them. Then, you choose." “I don't think I have to think much about it. You are musically brilliant, perhaps it is appropriate for you to meet another type of genius.”

The TARDIS makes her distinctive sound and the fans outside will probably get the impression that an unusual phone box is about to vanish, but it is due to how much they drank after, during and perhaps even before the concert.

“I advise you to hold on tight!” Ten warns them.

In response, Matt and Dom hug each other tightly.  

"Um, I meant hold on to something firm..." Ten looks at them perplexed, waiting for them to grab some bar or column like Tom and Chris did. "Although now I think I understood  a little more about you." He smiles at the pair of secret lovers, now much less embarrassed.

The TARDIS does her duty and arrives at its destination amid jolts and somewhat daring landings.

“This is one of my favorite parts,” the Doctor trots towards the doors, opening them, “After you.”

It is hard to imagine who is more amazed between his new Companions and the individual who sees a phone booth materialize in his office in Bern, from which many people come out, many more than how would be scientifically allowed.

Not to mention that the individual in question is Albert Einstein.

“You weren't kidding when you said you were taking us to a genius!” Matt whispers to Ten

“I never joke… except when I joke!” replies the Doctor in the same way.

“Oh Mein Gott! Maybe I'm working too much and now I'm hallucinating." the scientist mutters, puzzled.  

“Why can we understand this?” Tom whispers to the Doctor.

“Uh, well, that's another little thing my dear TARDIS can do, the same way he'll understand you.” Ten informs his Companions, save for Matt who already knows this well.

“Uh, no, I can explain, Professor Einstein.” intervenes Ten.

“Uh? Do you know me?”

“I'm a professor too, Professor Smith,” the Doctor invents, at the moment. “These are my pupils and what you have witnessed is a means of transport that is still very, very experimental!”

"You seem a bit old to me, young men, to still be students!"

Matt has to control himself not to burst out laughing, Chris and Tom are too excited to say anything, Dom instantly adds Einstein to his personal blacklist.

- There's no way this bloody geezer didn't mistake me for a twenty-year-old boy!-  

“They are out-of-course students… but that's not the point. Can't we just watch you do your calculations? I'm sure you were working on something big..." Ten spurs him on.

Subtly proud of having such an interested audience, Einstein does not hesitate and returns to the blackboard.

“Indeed, Gentlemen, what I have just witnessed reinforces my belief: Energy is mass, related to the speed of light.”  

And while he says it, he launches into calculations and equations which then lead him to write as a final result one of the most famous formulas that have ever existed:

E = mc 2

The ensuing collective applause is as spontaneous as it is inevitable and the scientist gloats happily.

“Not bad at all, genius, but I prefer the principles of Thermodynamics. Maybe one day I'll write something about it,” Matthew leaves him stunned, before saying goodbye and returning to the blue cabin.

"I didn't tell you anything... but know that he will!" anticipates Ten to the remaining Companions, before everyone greets Einstein, who remains baffled to watch the phone book vanish under his eyes, as it appeared.

“So… You do this every day, don’t you?” Chris questions Ten, all thrilled.

“For almost a thousand years? Yes .. it's a lifestyle that doesn't get you bored so easily, am i right?” chuckles Ten, putting himself at the console. “So, does anyone want to propose the next trip?”  

TBC

Notes:

More travels and more craziness to come, do you already have any idea? the bit about Matt saying he could do something along the theme song of 'Doctor Who' is just thanks to Claudia Pfeifer who made me notice how 'Uprising' seems to contain this and Nicci Cimino who confirmed it, thanks a lot, ladies <3 Hope you’ll like this umpteenth story i didn’t expect to write, lol

#doctor who #tenth doctor #tardis #crossover fanart #crossover fic #Muse #muse band #absolution era #matthew bellamy #matt bellamy #matt from muse #dominic howard #dom howard #dom from muse #chris wolstenholme #chris from muse #tom kirk #time travel #space travel #Companions #fluff #comedy #have fun #belldomfanfic #belldomfic #belldom #hint of tenxmaster

[thebreakfastgod]

i want some sorta supercorp/superfriends space au so bad man

#UGH theres so many cool things you could do #i been trying to draw smth but turns out space suits are hard as shit to draw #lena's jello monster fear made a reference to alien so like #if youve ever seen Alien: Covenant its like a group of researchers search for a habitable planet for humans and then they find out its #Oops! All Alien Eggs #and a bunch of them get eaten its great #or like Interstellar where they go to that water world? and the mission takes like 40 yrs earth time but 9 months astronaut time #n ive never known much about star trek or star wars but they both have huuuge amounts of possibility #or like uh City of a Thousand Planets? The Martian? Guardians of the Galaxy but only when theyre dicking around on other planets #give me rag tag group of heroes saving planets that get into wacky space hijinks #give me very professional exploratory research mission where shit goes Horribly Wrong!! #okay shut up ellie

[wordgirlprompts]

AU where instesd of Lexiconian, Becky is Irken! (And Huggyface is her S. I. R. unit, too!)

HELL YEAH I LOVE INVADER ZIM

- So in this universe, Becky is named Bek since Irkens have three letter names usually.

- Bek is a defective irken. Her PAK while giving her a life source, never hardwired her mind on doom and destruction like it was supposed too. So she fully destained the Irken ideology of colonizing and taking over planets.

- Huggy is a bootleg S.I.R called a H.U.G (Harvesting, Useful, Globalinformation). Yes I know the acronym is a stretch but what can you do?).

- Bek and H.U.G are on earth because they’re rebels against the Irken Empire. They decide to crashland on earth in a highjacked ship to make sure they’re as far away from The Armada’s trail as possible.

- Plus Bek is fascinated by this planet because of its thousands of languages. Its kind of her goal to learn most of them. (If not all if she can). She has no plan to take over or spread doom, just live a peaceful life in general.

- I like to think she lives with Dr. Boxleitner because he found Bek and H.U.G wandering the streets. The deal was that he’s allowed to research and study her as long as Bek lives under his roof. But as time goes on they start to have a father and daughter relationship so the labs stop. (Tbh their dynamic needs a whole post of their own)

“Monkeys are the closest to humans in species, so they’ll just think you’re like a distant cousin or something.”

- Once she introduces herself to the class, no one really bats an eye at her. Violet and Scoops are still friends with her to little to no difference, but Tobey is the only one who has his suspicions.

“Boxleitner, what is that metal backpack you have?”

“Oh this? Um… I was in the hospital and uh- this keeps my heart beating?”

“Really? Never heard of such a thing.”

“I-its a protype..”

- Bek on the otherhand, is absolutely fascinated with him (not on a romantic level) but more for his engineering and robotics. Since she is Irken, she does have a history with that sorta stuff. So to know someone who has close to the same understanding as her in terms of engineering, makes her feel less alone.

- Once Tobey finds that out, he thinks his suspicions were just him picking up another fellow robot lover! They become close friends and they bond over robotics and the Princess Triana series.

- As life goes on, Bek slowly recognizes the ongoing crime in the city. To repay the city for its hospitality, switches to her true Irken form and fights as a superhero (still called Wordgirl because Wordirk sounds weird)

- Instead of superpowers, she uses her metal spider legs for transportation and multiple tech she’s invented to help her.

- People are kinda weirded out by this sudden weird superhero, but tbh anything to stop the robberies y’know?

- This is what inspires Tobey to become a villain, he kinda has the same motives as Dib which is beat Wordgirl and then study her. Tobey doesn’t have romantic feelings for her though in this.

- Bek’s color scheme instead of purple and green, its velvet and green.

- “Hey Bek, I was wondering why you don’t go out in the rain? You honestly look scared of if.”

“I’m… i’m allergic to water.”

#wordgirl #Invader Zim #Invader Zim AU #becky botsford #tobey mccallister #dr twobrains #dr boxleitner #tw hospital mention #trying to have no chance in romance in this #because people view Irken’s ages differently and i don’t want to make anybody uncomfortable #prompt ask #captain huggyface