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bones-of-a-rabbit · 3 months
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Doodles from a discord stream, where a pal asked for a space-au beach episode sjshdjdhd
So, here’s the gang hanging out on a beach planet while waiting for a repairman to show up n fix their ship lol
Ft pilot Reader not being fond of big bodies of water, or swimming!
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pilot-Reader grew up on a sub-planet turned into a space-animal reservation called Sanctuary. Rlly it’s a temporary home for anyone who needs aid after being evicted from their planet, or surviving a war, or struggling to find their place in the universe, etc etc. But they had big habitats for the Lasts Of Their Kind- a member of a species that is abt to go extinct, basically. One of em was a big sea-serpent type creature, new and unknown to the people working at the reserve but observed to be volatile with deadly consequences. Reader falls into its tank one day and has a Moment with the creature before the workers have to make the decision to kill the creature before it can harm Reader. The memory is confusing and full of anger and grief, and they blame themselves for what had to be done to make sure they left the water safely.
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sf-bl · 6 months
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Very silly comic from that time when everyone was glued to the adventures of a container ship jammed in the Suez canal. Spaceship Rhys and Helios Jack causing a navigation hazard with their excessively prolongued er...conversations. Yeah.
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Person A: How was I supposed to know them glowing at me was flirtatious?! Person B: Kinda stupid of you not to research the flirting indicators of the other species on the ship with us. I mean, how else are you going to reach your goal of getting a hot alien spouse? Person A: I didn’t come to space to get a hot alien spouse — is that the only reason you came to space?! Person B: …I thought that was everyone’s reason for coming.
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nina-scribbles · 2 days
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Finally done with this piece for my 🪐🛸Space Au🚀🌌 !!!
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+ some bonus closeups on details i really liked 💕
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giggleme-green · 9 months
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Hi I just stumbled to your account I think it’s pretty neat !!
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Curious on how you headcanon UF and US Sans I want to study those bugs under a microscope.
Here's headcanons for Swap Sans. I'll get fell ready as soon as my brain's done frying.
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I did so much web surfing for this one.. but I'm glad I did! This was really fun to make!
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aphemera · 2 months
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has anyone made an astronaut odysseus fanfic yet??
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zarvasace · 2 months
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More of Them always
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kailixart · 5 months
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been thinking too hard about my space outlaw au where he's back to being a guy but is just like, still there
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chiropteracupola · 1 month
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william bush goes to space...
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saltlog · 11 months
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shitpostingkats · 7 months
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Can you please please elaborate about the Lore chanel in the yugioh protag's discord?
I am imagining some truly spectacular things that Jaden has extremely casually mentioned and NEVER EXPLAINED
Jaden Yuki absolute KING of casually saying the most wild thing you've ever heard in your entire life ad then moving on like it's nothing. He drives all the younger protagonists crazy, while Yugi and Yusei have just accepted that he is Like This.
The kids pestered Yugi to add the Lore channel just so they have a place to collect all the weird messages he sends. (Occasionally others get immortalized in the Hall of Weird and most of the guys consider it a great honor. Yuma is the proud car carrier of Second Most Bonkers Guy In This GC by messages in the lore channel)
Some notable examples include:
Until Yuya joins there is a ongoing disagreement between Yubel and Jaden on how many dimensions there are. Jaden says its twelve because Eisenstien and Bastion say so and Yubel says its nine because they were in space when the whole split happened. When Yuya joins and tentatively divulges that he saved four dimensions, Jaden ruined a very emotional moment by yelling “I TOLD YOU THERE WERE TWELVE!! :D” Cue everyone shouting "TWELVE???" So now they keep a running list of possible dimensions and Jaden refuses to confirm or deny any of them
Jaden: Was standing next to Chazz at the bus stop n he opened his umbrella n honestly nearly had a heart attack I thought the vampires were back for a second Everyone: Hey Jaden :) what :) do you mean :) "back"??
Shark thinks its really funny to write notes to Yuma in the language of his first life as Nash. One time Yuma posted a picture to show everyone what he has to put up with and Jaden was like “It just says ‘have a nice day, idiot’.” (Nash’s empire was composed of many cultures and languages, Jaden can only barely read it, but his kingdom in his prior life was a few hundred years down the line folded into Nash’s empire and the writing system adopted basically unchanged.)
But it drives everyone insane because one time Yugi was talking about Atem and Jaden went "Psh. I could have been egyptian royalty if I wanted to."
Everyone: ????????!?!? Jaden: You guys know I'm a king, right? Everyone: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!????!
Yuma has his money on closeted immortal, while Yuya's banking on time traveler.
Sometimes the dark world will lose an imprisoned monster and he’ll slide into everyones dms like - Hey - If you see a two story tall sarcophagus man - Chains on the wrists and ankles - Responds to “Exodia the forbidden one” - Lmk
This:
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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sleepy Pilot-Reader is a menace (and Moon loves them for it <3)
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daisychainsandbowties · 9 months
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thinking a normal amount about a treasure planet au. Beatrice on her solar kiteboard, doing the daredevil flip sequence framed against the setting sun and then getting hauled kicking and screaming back to her parents’ house in manacles with a defiant expression on her perpetually dirt-smudged face.
climbing out the window at the first opportunity to go down to the dockside inn, making nebulous plans to steal her kiteboard back but ending up down at the edge of the dock staring past her boots and into the mists. gripping tight to the wood beneath her as she looks up at the sky and dreams of anywhere but here, of stealing a skiff to get off this planet. a reluctant twinge at the thought of going alone.
Bea with all her star maps and her intricate knowledge of spaceships and their solar sails and how to navigate out there where the artigrav net is all that stands between you and floating through nothing, forever.
startling when she hears the familiar sound of someone booking it down the pier on wooden crutches. night has already started to speckle the sky above, and as she listens to the thunk of the crutches on the pier, Bea thinks of the complicated metallic lattice she has on her desk at home, partly disassembled because she’s still trying to work out parts of the engineering. Ava’s birthday is in a month.
she has to stay that long, and then she’ll leave. she will.
turning to watch as Ava races towards her with soup stains on her shirt and messy hair jammed flat beneath a ‘pirate’ hat she bought off of a traveling salesman last year. the tricorn wobbles precariously on her head as she moves. Beatrice just waits, a slight smile on her face.
there are bruises high on each of her arms, from the pincer-like grip of the police bots, manhandling her away from her kiteboard to snap manacles around each wrist.
she rubs at the skin there, but ignores the bruises.
when Ava arrives, a little out of breath, Beatrice holds up a hand so she can help herself down onto the pier. there’s no water beneath them, only a few hundred meters of empty air and curling mist.
Ava keeps one hand on Bea’s and the other on her shoulder, letting the crutches clatter down between them as she sits.
“Mom says you got arrested again,” Ava says cheerfully. “She says they’re threatening to send you to prison.”
Beatrice shrugs, “I wouldn’t mind it, so long as my parents did not visit.”
Ava’s fingers are covered in bright red band-aids, from chopping vegetables all day with her poor hand dexterity. Beatrice watches the colours blur as Ava punches her in the arm, right on the bruises. “Liar, I know you’d miss me.”
her arm throbs painfully, but Beatrice’s expression is carefully neutral as she responds. 
“I might.”
she stays with Ava that night, both of them reading her old book with its floating images of ships and canons and pirates leaping from vessel to vessel. Captain Flint, materialising out of empty space to steal away gems and gold, “the loot of a thousand worlds.” Ava traces the projected lines of the solar sails with her fingers as they flicker into being. 
Beatrice has repaired the book over and over, making the colours brighter and sharper. the tiny shapes of pirates all made up of light. Ava has the book open on Bea’s chest as she lies next to her, legs all entangled in the sheets they’ve kicked off because the night is so warm.
she seems oblivious to how Beatrice’s breath hitches at almost every touch.
they’re almost asleep when they hear the explosion, a ship crashing into the cliff-side, tumbling over and over before they hear the pop and hiss of heated metal. a bloom of smoke outside the window.
Beatrice gives Ava a piggyback ride down the stairs just before Ava’s ‘mom’, Suzanne, emerges with her pulse-rifle primed, hair loose around her shoulders.
they stumble into the yard and discover a pirate, a robot, still bleeding from a wound in his abdomen, crawling from the wreck of his ship. Beatrice heaves a shard of twisted metal away from him and finds the surface slippery with blood.
behind her, Ava sways a little, shivers in the cold air, but she’s still standing when Beatrice turns back to her.
the dying pirate tells them almost nothing useful. he’s half-mad, cluching at Beatrice’s shirt until the seams tear at the collar, then turning to Ava. he fetches out a lockbox from his ship, blood spilling onto the ground at the movement. unlocks it and takes odd sphere from inside.
it drops into Ava’s palm as he rasps, “Whatever you do, don’t let them find it.”
then he wheezes, shudders, stills.
they stare at him, Ava’s free hand finding Bea’s, holding tight.
“Is he… dead?” Ava’s voice in the silence and the dark.
“I think so.”
then, in a burst of light and sound, in a shockwave of displaced air, a ship plummets down out of the clouds, pulling up an instant from the ground.
this second ship looms down out of the sky, pirates dropping from it and suddenly Suzanne is screaming at them to “GET INSIDE” from an upstairs window as she takes potshots at the misshapen shapes swarming down lines of hempen rope.
the air lights up with orange and yellow as explosions ripple down towards the crashed ship, towards the inn. Bea flings one of Ava’s arms around her neck and sprints for the door, Ava holding the sphere (or map?) tightly against her chest.
she sets Ava down gently onto one of the bar stools, runs back to barricade the door. her face is flushed, streaked somehow with engine grease and robot blood, which is black and slightly acidic. 
they exchange a wide-eyed look, too much meaning in it to parse as explosions rock the floor. Ava has both hands clutched around the sphere. 
they both almost scream as Suzanne runs down the stairs in a blur of dressing gown and gun. she has Ava’s crutches in one hand and her rifle in the other. she kisses Ava quickly on the forehead, “Thank the tides you’re safe.” leaves her with the crutches and then goes to fetch an ancient-looking blaster pistol out from behind the bar, presses it into Beatrice’s hands. “You know how to use this?”
“No!”
“Aim it away from your own face.”
and then there are pirates all around the house, glass breaking and fire crackling. Beatrice takes up the rear, pistol pointed at the front door as it bulges under the pressure of pirates flinging their bulk into it again and again. 
they climb out of a window, Suzanne producing a kitchen knife and jamming it into the neck of a pirate loitering uncertainly outside the bolted shutters. there, covered by a tarp, is Suzanne’s old motorcycle with a sidecar attached. lantern-bugs scatter out from under it as Suzanne throws the old tarp away, gestures for Beatrice and Ava to climb in as she covers them with her rifle.
there’s a roar from somewhere in the dark and Suzanne fires a shot, hops onto the motorcycle and revs the engine. then they’re moving, pirates parting before them like the ocean neither of them have ever seen, the vast bodies of water that don’t even exist on this planet.
they seek refuge with Jillian, an archaeologist who frequents the old inn, claiming that she can’t make her coffee taste of anything but soap. she examines the orb, reluctantly passed into her hands by Ava, her and Bea wrapped in an old blanket, sitting by the fire in Jillian’s immense study.
Jillian fiddles with it for an age before sighing, looking almost angry with herself.
“I can’t… seem to make this work.”  
Ava holds out her hand, silent. “let me try,” and Beatrice makes a face at Jillian when she hesitates.
the pirate gave the sphere to Ava; it’s hers. 
it seems much larger in Ava’s small grip. she looks down at it for a while before her fingers start to move, slow but gathering momentum as she presses the little grooves and switches and indents on the sphere. 
until it lights up, showing a map of the known universe, and parts of it that are unknown.
“Is that-” Beatrice feels her words drop away, like the ground beneath the pier where she has passed so many hours sitting with Ava’s hand in hers.
Ava turns to Beatrice, eyes bright as a pair of stars, “It’s treasure planet.”
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National Geographic Day & National Seed Swap Day
Person A is working for a nature magazine in the far future where they often have to go to alien planets to get their article information. Person B is their intergalactic guide and pilot who has a hobby of collecting seeds, which led them down the path to getting hired by various nature magazines to shuttle around their journalists to various planets their hobby has made them familiar with for work.
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alien-shmalien · 3 months
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PRINCESS BLAZE OF THE SOL DIMENSION
and her stupid little husband Jupiter I guess
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rocket-man-major-tom · 2 months
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Rocky would love the Lego Movie, I think.
Mordecai decides to rent it one day, because he knows Rocky really loves lego stuff, and sure enough it was love at first sight. Everything Is Awesome immediately became his new favorite song for the next year, and has continued to be among his top 3 to this very day. Mordecai has to deal with it being stuck in his head periodically because his husband can't help but start humming, singing, or playing it on almost full blast whenever he's on one of his Lego Movie hyperfixations.
Rocky absolutely adores Benny.
I made this post because of what I can only describe as a sudden Lego hyperfixation last night that kept me up until past 5:00 AM, and I also wanted to talk about Rocky. And also hellerby apparently.
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