quick and dirty banner, lmao, but it does the job. In theory, this will provide a guide and links to all the different major posts I've made and some rules/info about myself! If hyperlinks don't work, let me know. I don't exactly do these often.
Warning, it is a little long, but I wanted most information to be found here for easy reference.
Current avatar was commissioned from @cebwrites !
Commissions are [OPEN]
Me: I'm currently 26 years old, and I usually prefer female pronouns, but I really don't care if you call me casual nonbinary/masculine pronouns either. I've been a casual anime fan for years, starting with Sailor Moon and Pokemon. I'm pretty easy going in general. I'm also double-demi and no, I will not debate it with you, this is not a democracy.
Rules: I am perfectly fine with people asking questions or requests, all I ask is that you don't be a dick and if you send me private messages instead of an ask, understand that I will block you if I think you're just a bot. So try to avoid saying "Hello" and nothing else for a whole day.
I don't do role play, please don't try to get me to engage in it.
If you ask about +18 subject matter, like the 12 days of Thirst Trap event I did for Christmas, I expect you to be at least 18 and with your age in the bio, assuming you're not asking anonymously.
I do write fanfiction (I have an AO3). I'm primarily into One Piece, Undertale, My Hero Academia, Legend of Zelda, and I'm stuck in the first season of JoJo (don't ask me unless you want very long rants) at the moment. I also make art, usually just jewelry for characters (digital, I don't make physical jewelry), and am willing to do requests for specific characters.
Any +18 content will have the tag "Hand Lingerie", reblogged, if I ever do, will have "second hand lingerie" until Tumblr makes it illegal. Now just some variation of "Smut" because somehow Tumblr never learns. Might bring back "Hand Lingerie" but idk.
I can and will reject requests if I'm not comfortable with them, and I will block you if you try and push me to do it anyway. I'm doing this for free, so I have no obligation to complete these requests if I don't like them.
Any asks about when I will update pushed back the chapter (once finished) by a day. Rude asks about when I'll update the next chapter pushes back the update by a week. This effect does stack, so better hope you're the only one and I don't forget I had a completed chapter unreleased.
But if you'd like I have a Kofi!
No go's, hands down, anything involving bodily fluids often found in toilets. Sexual content explicitly involving minors. I will add to this list at will.
Jewelry posts
One Piece
Ace
Marco
Thatch
Sanji
Jinbe
Sabo
Buggy
Shirahoshi
Whitebeard
Unrelated
Demisexual/Demiromantic
OC request
@secretsnailor OC
@jordan-star OC, OC Art 2
Misc Art
OC Requests
@animeangsteng Night Out
Unrelated
Nikia OC Alt Fruit
Ambitious 3 SI Friend Group
Nikia Character Reference in OP
Nikia Work Uniform
Nikia startle (for fun)
NikiaXThatch
Headcanons
One Piece
(One Bed)
Marco
Ace
Luffy
Sabo
Road Trip
Roast Sessions
Thatch (One Piece)
Nami (One Piece)
Teach (One Piece)
Ace/Marco (One Piece)
Tony Stark (MCU)
Shitpost headcanons where I thought too hard
One Piece
Can Ace get Drunk
OP Hot Ranking is canon to me
If Ace and Mustang were fused
Where are their nipples
Marineford crack
Honey Slime Thatch (One Piece)
Ace is a Gremlin Ready to Fight
Luffy Awakened Devil Fruit Thoughts
Mystery Flesh Pit Is Good Actually
My Writing
Confess (One Piece Thatch)
The Red Lady (OC without plot in One Piece)
Exquisite Control (Ace is Scary)
OC Character Design and World Building
When the Sun Goes Down (One Piece)
Powdered Sugar (Thatch/(OC/SI)) Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3
@secretsnailor To The Letter (Whitebeard/SI)
@marco--the--phoenix Count Us Lucky
Wanted Woman AU (F!Ace) Pt. 1, Pt. 2
A Lone Melody (ongoing), also available on AO3
Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Complete), AO3
OC Experiment Blog (One Piece)
+18 under tag, minors DNI
12 Days of Thirst Trap 2021 (One Piece)
Day 1 - Thatch
Day 2 - Nami
Day 3 - Law
Day 4 - Perona
Day 5 - Marco
Day 6 - Robin
Day 7 - Ace
Day 8 - Alvida
Day 9 - Izo
Day 10 - Tashigi
Day 11 - Sabo
Day 12 - Hina
Day 13 Raffle winner @wildfandom - Katakuri
Extra Gift for @secretsnailor - Whitebeard
December Event 2022 (mix of SFW and NSFW)
One Piece Smut
Cream of the Crop (Thatch) - Pt. 1 gender neutral Reader, Pt. 2 Female Reader
I beat the first 2 Subnautica games this vacay and now I kinda wanna see if my glitchy ass computer can handle playing the open beta version of Subnautica 2...
Learned that ICE HAIR is a thing and realized I could ABSOLUTELY give Yuki short hair and have her use her power just for style.
It's also really practical for someone who is constantly freezing things!
I mainly kept designing hairstyles because I didn't want her to be too close to every other female character in Dispatch and she loses some of that reference if she has short hair. But! If it's all her creation, it's an early sign of how she can utilize her powers and the little things she's constantly doing that no one is aware of!
Short hair also helps keep her cool if she's literally giving herself hair extensions with ice! Being partially raised by Robert, she's a fan of practicality, but she has a lot of cultural significance with longer hair! So, just fake it!
Brilliant!
The things I get to do when I let an OC simmer for literal years lol
Most recent version I drew btw
Some added ice effect to her hair because I'm trying VERY HARD to give her some visual contrast between her hair and skin! I should reference Jack Frost more, it's done pretty well I think!
I like the idea her "ice hair" is naturally occuring when she uses a lot of her power and also very pretty colors. Sort of prismatic! So naturally, her short hair being totally real is completely white!
Learned that ICE HAIR is a thing and realized I could ABSOLUTELY give Yuki short hair and have her use her power just for style.
It's also really practical for someone who is constantly freezing things!
I mainly kept designing hairstyles because I didn't want her to be too close to every other female character in Dispatch and she loses some of that reference if she has short hair. But! If it's all her creation, it's an early sign of how she can utilize her powers and the little things she's constantly doing that no one is aware of!
Short hair also helps keep her cool if she's literally giving herself hair extensions with ice! Being partially raised by Robert, she's a fan of practicality, but she has a lot of cultural significance with longer hair! So, just fake it!
Brilliant!
The things I get to do when I let an OC simmer for literal years lol
Most recent version I drew btw
Some added ice effect to her hair because I'm trying VERY HARD to give her some visual contrast between her hair and skin! I should reference Jack Frost more, it's done pretty well I think!
At some point, Simon is watching a movie on movie night with Ryland and Nikia and realizes that there's something he's neglected with his mates.
He was so focused on courting them in a way he understood, he didn't consider if they might have wanted something a little less... Utilitarian? Practical? Like, sure, the garden is great! And the food amazing (he would NOT settle for less), but he certainly didn't do any of the stuff he sees in their movies.
Usually, it was zanny and weird enough that he didn't think anyone could seriously want it. Neither of them expressed a desire for massive, 12-tier wedding cakes or floral arrangements big enough to completely obscure Adrian and Rocky together.
And then there was the stuff he wouldn't be able to do anyway, like asking for their parents blessing or friends...
Well, he could ask Rocky, but Simon was worried Rocky would make up some bizarre, ritualistic humiliation on the spot just to fuck with him.
And he definitely wants going about any of it traditionally to himself.
No prostrating before the Father for the right to speak to them.
No crafted representation of the Last Tree to symbolize his devotion.
No... Whatever the COI do. Kiss over the last iron weld on the nest blood ocean expedition or some shit for all he knew.
So, for lack of any real context for what was 'movie bullshit' and what was 'actual tradition', he just... Bit the bullet and asked.
"Do... Does earth do courting? For like, omegas and stuff?" He turned to Ryland and Nikia, hoping between the two of them they'd be honest with him. "I've been going by ear but... If I had the chance, I would have liked to do it properly, you know?"
"Well, it depends a little on region. Your family. Religious practice. Mine was pretty relaxed. If my parents were even alive, they might expect an introduction before we mated. And definitely asking my dad's permission before marriage. But they couldn't really stop us if we did it anyway. Legally, it's not that serious anymore." Ryland mused before turning to Nikia.
"More or less the same. Casual dating is fine. My family isn't well off, so it's not that serious if I date--my mom would be ecstatic I actually... You know. Had any interest to begin with. The multiple mate thing would throw her off, but hey, she'd be a grandmother so what's there to complain about?"
"So... Neither of you were expecting anything in particular when it comes to courting?"
"I'm an Omega, but that really only matters when I'm dating alphas, honestly. Otherwise I'm still expected to make the first move as a man." Ryland admitted. "And I was very married to my job. Think I got flowers once in highschool. What about you, Nikia?"
"Uh... Nothing. Got asked out to the movies in highschool, had a nice time, and nothing after that. Too... Awkward? Head in the clouds? My face isn't very expressive for most folks either, so I kinda look pissed off at everyone or something I guess." Nikia leaned back against the couch. "Flowers is a nice thought, but that's about it. Never put much thought into it... Would be nice to always have something to remember you two by. Not that I... Well, we're not exactly going anywhere, but just... I don't know. Something to keep and look at like 'oh, it's beautiful just like Si or Ry'... Used to collect glass figurines and music boxes."
Ryland nods.
"Yeah. I think I'd like that. I mean, we can't exactly get traditionally married out here, but I'd like to have something to fiddle with in class while I teach. Always thought it was nice that my coworkers had little momentos. Rings they twisted round and round. Nothing too big, we were teachers after all, but it was sweet. How would we do the name thing, you know, if we made it... 'official'? Marriage wise? Would we take Simon's last name? Traditionally it's the alpha that keeps their name... or... Actually, what is your last name?!" They turned then to look at Simon with confused looks.
"I don't uh... Have one."
"Oh... Well, you can have mine? Or hers, I guess?"
"Both? Hyphenate them?"
"The Grace-Sterling family? Or Sterling-Grace?"
"Sounds like a band name."
"A really cool Christian rock band name." Ryland agreed, nodding. "Yeah... I like that, actually. Bet it sounds really pretty in Eridian."
Simon is barely managing not to cry at the moment to respond properly.
Desperately, his mind latches onto the conversation just before.
"So... Jewelry is a good courting gift?" He manages to ask.
"It's certainly not a bad one? Some like giving omegas particular jewelry. Like, gland collars? The kind that covers most of the neck and shoulders. But that's sort of like a promise ring, so it's uh... A little late for that." Nikia giggled, blushing in amusement. "I always liked chokers. The weight was nice. Less likely to catch like a ring. The gland collar was a bit much though, felt like I was going to war or something."
"Chokers drove me nuts in college--scene phase--fidget rings were cool though. Kept losing them though."
"Ever try the bracelet? Maybe if it was bigger you wouldn't lose it as easy?"
"Might have had a better time at least. Bracelets are easier to manage in a lab anyway, if they're not too big. Hard to lose a whole bracelet in your pocket. Maybe glasses chain?" Ryland laughed.
"Sounds like a sound investment more than anything." Simon quietly took note of their conversation, fairly certain that they were too distracted in their banter to realize how hard he was fishing. "Bells? Or would that be a disruption in class? Always liked bells."
"I... Think it would be alright? I'm not sure Rocky has ever heard jewelry bells in person though. For all I know, every chime is a slur." Ryland grimaced.
"Ah. Right. Should look into that then." Nikia laughed.
Later, much later, when they were both distracted, Simon approached Rocky.
"Hey."
"Simon. Need something, question?"
"Yeah... I want to make a courting gift for them. Separately and together." Simon admitted after a moment.
"Simon bad at courting. Gift comes first then mating, statement."
"Yeah, yeah... So, can you help or not?"
"...yes." Rocky sighed after a moment. "Simon have idea?"
"Simon had several."
Basically, Simon deciding food and sex isn't good enough (amazing start, no notes, but well... While he's at it, he may as well spoil his babies while they're still energetic enough to appreciate it).
Gotta say, I don't think ANY of my fics have done as well as the Space Gays Being Gay and Monsterfuckers (with a side of vague Catholic Guilt™(?)) but I'm glad y'all are enjoying it so much!
Need to read over all of them and make minor corrections, especially the latest one, Second Bite, because I was a little distracted fighting Online Onedrive about italics and bold of all things, so some sentences are slightly screwy lol
Like, my browser was struggling to keep up with making it italics/bold and back again? Legit arguing with me, the bastard. Kept applying them back after a quote ended, like a psycho or smt
For some reason, trying through my computer files to type had Onedrive telling me the file/location was corrupted?!? But it was NOT?!?! Could do it fine online tho, so that's what I did.
Sucked ASS THO
Hopefully it's fixed soon, cause imma flip tables if that bullshit has to keep happening.
And I DID consider rewriting New Growth to include Nikia for her version, but it would change too much to be worth it. Like, she would actually keep Ryland on task or, if he still went outside, I'd have to figure out what to do with her? Like, maybe she could go outside too so either they separate and Simon has his filthy way with Ryland before hunting down Nikia (leaving him in the sand??? Or tucking him into bed and Nikia is just sitting somewhere like
Which considering the stops he pulled to make sure she didn't scamper away the minute either of them pulled their dicks out from sheer embarrassment, seemed unlikely?
And group sex on the beach... Sounds uncomfortable? Idk, I think that's too much too soon ironically. So either Simon would have to go full
Or somehow convince her not to keep trying to run while he rails Ryland out of his doctorate degree
Idk man, the overwhelmed power nap seemed the most reasonable solution. Did have to cut the smut short though since they'd already gone wild beforehand lmfao
Simon is a damn MONSTER when it comes to his omegas, but Ryland is fucking TIRED BRO, let him eat it before passing out for the night lol
So, technically, her version of the series has 3 parts? But imagine instead of quite so much shower sex, they go to bed with her in it lol
Warnings: Omegaverse, sort of implied that this fic event happened up to a certain point, pregnancy, arousal at thought of heavy pregnancy, praise kink, light somnophilia, breeding kink, cum play, snowballing, knotting, oral sex, very creative oral sex, and overstimulation. Oh! Possessive behavior and sex.
Word Count: 4,344
Past Nikia was a god damn idiot.
There.
It just... had to be said.
There was no excuse—well, actually, if she was being fair it was a little hard to consider the ramifications of what seemed to be kinky sex talk when one man was knuckle deep in her cunt and the other was talking in that low, confident rumble that made her insides melt. But on the other hand, Simon wasn’t one for figures of speech. Exaggerations, maybe. But never outright impossible statements. So, really, she should have realized something was up when Simon made it very clear what he intended to do.
It was just... they were just...
She’d be lying if she said she never considered being with Ryland, even if it was just a ‘last hurray’ thing before they died. Olesya even joked about an orgy somewhere between a fifth shot and a messy disco karaoke song, way before they launched the Hail Mary. Before Ryland was even on board, willing or otherwise. He was a good man, the omega sweet and considerate with dumb jokes and even dumber shirts she absolutely stole a few times on purpose. When Simon showed up, she’d sort of placed herself in awkward limbo of kind-of-hoping-sort-of-waiting-orbiting with Ryland and may have displaced that affectionate energy onto Simon while he recovered.
It worked to keep him calm and non-violent, at least, so she refused to feel too bad about it.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t said she loved Ryland by that point. But she also never did anything to clarify that her love was a little different from how she loved Rocky. No less intense—they did all just about die for each other at one point or several depending—but still not the same. The fact that Ryland didn’t say anything or ask any further questions let her settle somewhat comfortably into the unstated-queer-platonic-situationship they had going on. Eventually joined by Simon and his... everything. Yikes on a bike, talk about trauma--
Point is! She was okay with it! She would spend the rest of her life with two, sweet, amazing men and that... that was enough for her.
Really.
Sure, she was afraid of being left behind when it became clear Simon was doing... something? Almost courting, but she was looped into it, though at the time she assumed it was because they all lived in the same house. She would have been pissed if Simon had worked so hard on the garden and only shared with Ryland because—hey, that’s fucking rude, she’s right there. And maybe they were all a little trauma-bonded and co-dependent, but they were working on it!
Maybe one day they’d ask her if she wanted her own place.
That was okay.
Really.
She was used to being alone. Independent, regardless of her omega status.
She’d find something to fill her days with silence. Something besides wondering what life would be like if she wasn’t so comfortable running or standing in place. That still, stifling pace that filled her head with thoughts of things best left forgotten. Play music in the background or catch up on reading, anything to not feel like she was already fading, a slow death only she was just realizing...
Because she knew, if straight up asked, she’d chicken out.
Nikia flinches.
Ryland and Simon decide.
Do or die, they act.
And Nikia’s been hesitating for years now. In all the ways that matter.
So of course, she didn’t realize what Simon was doing—what he’d dragged Ryland into doing too. Warm, whimpering heat against her side. Sharp teeth in her neck. Hesitate just long enough that leaving seems like the most impossible choice she never wanted to make to begin with. Finally close with someone, for the first time in her whole god damn life...
It was overwhelming.
Terrifying.
Nerve-wracking.
And wonderful.
It was... nice to be wanted. Even lost in a mix of slick heat and rut, she was never set aside. Anytime she found space to anything outside of them, hands pulled her back. Back into someone’s arms. Into someone’s lips. Onto a cock or knot until even her burning heat was drowning in them both. Her face still burned a little, remembering a brief flash of lucidity.
Cum, thick between her thighs as she trembled uselessly beside Ryland just barely in reach. Ryland’s face flushed and crying as he whimpered, hips jerking back onto Simon’s knot, hand reaching out to her face. Dragging her by her neck into an open, messy kiss while Simon purred so loud it vibrated in her chest. Ryland was saying something but it was lost in the punched moans as he was finally knotted again. Staring hazily into her eyes like he couldn’t believe he was there with Simon and her.
Of course, the memory hazed a little after that.
Simon rumbled something about ‘being empty’ and ‘why don’t you fill her back up, baby?’ before sitting on his haunches, Ryland still stuck on his knot while they dragged her onto his lap too. Hands bracing her hips as another pressed low on her belly, pushing out a filthy mix of cum just for Ryland to fuck it back into her...
So!
Uhhhh... needless to say, Nikia was very much their mate and incredibly wanted...
Also, very pregnant now—thanks Simon, you tricksy little bitch!
It was all a bit... much.
It had been an awkward three weeks since their combined heats and rut ended, though recent revelations explained why Simon was so damn smug and not pressuring a conversation about it all yet, simply insisting they all sleep in the now clean nest together, every night. It explained why she felt so clingy, more nauseous than usual, and so reluctant to leave the nest or her mates. The doctor's visit was pre-scheduled for after their normal heat only to find...
Yeah.
Nikia stepped inside the house, watching as Simon and Ryland made their way to the kitchen island, intending to talk... maybe. Simon didn’t seem interested in explaining himself. Ryland smelled... anxious. But also that special, resolute scent he only got when he decided on a plan that was both ballsy and somehow going to work despite everything. Something like summer heat before a storm rolled in, living and deep with electric promise... Simon was still a smug bitch, though.
Rather than dealing with... all that right now, Nikia rolled her eyes.
“Okay, so... obviously, we need to talk. But I think I’m going to cry if I try right now, so I’m going to nap. You two... do whatever this is about. Ry?” Ryland looked over at her, his eyes slightly scheming and mind visibly turning. “Goodluck. Give him hell for me.” he nodded resolutely, kissing her cheek with a slight squeeze on her side as she passed.
Simon was watching her with dark, amused eyes that softened with tenderness after a moment. He held out his arm in a silent invitation. A small opening of his posture and open palm held out to her. After a moment of hesitation, Nikia slipped in close, dipping her head low to his bared throat where Ryland’s mark lightly scarred the skin of his scent gland. His scent was mellow, a shaded glen in spring coming to mind, the rich earthy mix deep in her lungs as he murmured into her curls.
“Get some rest, baby. We can talk later—It'll be okay, I promise.” Simon rubbed her back, slow and easy. Letting her take a moment before retreating.
She almost showered, but the idea of washing off the reassuring mix of a shaded garden before a storm made her throat swell with emotion. Choosing instead to throw on a loose shirt Simon borrowed from Ryland and burying her face in a pillow. She had thought it would be hard to fall asleep given the news, especially with her chronic insomnia, but the world simply... dissolved.
She heard something a few times. Somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness. Lost somewhere in the artificial warmth of her heated blanket—usually used exclusively to pre-warm the bed for herself since Ryland and Simon threw off heat like the sun.
A choked moan.
Hissed words.
The door opening.
What may have been a very familiar, heated scream.
Door closing. Shower running.
More moaning, closer this time, over the sound of running water.
“--how sweet she is for us? Think she’s dreaming about how good we bred her?”
A choked moan taken over by warm static.
Damp skin sliding up her thigh, leaving a chill trail that made her shiver and curl up tighter. A broad palm curling onto her hip, teasing at the edge of her panties. Hot breath in her ear as a familiar voice pressed kisses along her throat.
“So good for us both, shame you’re already bred—but that’s okay. We can still keep trying anyway. Sweet Ry tried to run, isn’t that silly?” he purred, sucking on her pulse for a moment as she was moved slightly. Hot tongue soaking the thin fabric over her pussy before it was slowly pulled down. “Kind of liked it though—hunting him down. Claiming him... would you run too if I asked? Would you let your alpha stalk you like prey? Prettiest prey I could ask for... so soft and warm in our nest.”
Nikia whined, shifting restlessly against the warm hands holding open her thighs and pressing her wrists onto the bed. Eyes fluttering open only to be obscured by Simon’s dark hair in the dim light. Ryland’s head between her thighs where she felt more than saw him lick a broad stripe up her folds. Panting like he’d run a marathon into her heat, lips kissing and teeth nipping at her clit like he was straining against a leash just to taste her.
“Th-This isn’t talking, Si!” Nikia whined, breath stuttering in her chest as her body throbbed, scent only just now registering. The subtle soaps doing nothing to dim the hot arousal in the air. A mini-heat, perhaps, triggered by either their simultaneous pregnancy or the mere thought of it. Simon pulled back, his mouth agape and unnaturally wide. The thin, needle-like teeth parting slightly as he stared down at her, one eye burning red in the dark. His lips twitched into a smile. He pulled back until her vision blurred his features, but the shape of his tongue was undeniable.
Long and thick, it seemed endless as it almost oozed out of his mouth. The shape unnatural as it unspooled before retreating back between his jaws like he thought better of it. Simon leaned back in with a fond chuckle.
“You want to talk now, do you?” Simon asked, his tone playful but about as disarming as a knife to the throat as he released her wrists to pull her shirt off. Ryland was more distracting than anything, the tip of his tongue flicking her clit before circling low, teasing her entrance before doing it all over again. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?” Simon asked, almost casual as he stroked the sides of her ribcage, thumbs teasing against her breasts.
“I-I... I don’t... R-Ry, please~!” Nikia whined, shuddering as her just barely dipped his tongue into her before retreating. “H-How did y-you—oooohngh~!” Nikia tried again, choking on her words as Ryland slipped deep inside.
Simon adjusted his grip, sliding his palms over hers to lace their fingers together in a gesture that was almost sweet if it wasn’t for the hunger in his eyes.
“How did I... get Ryland to warm you up, pretty girl? Oh, that was easy. I just reminded him how cute you sound when you make a mess on his face. Don’t worry, I’ll have a turn soon... ooooor, are you being silly mean to ask why we’re doing ‘this’?” Simon chuckled, pressing kisses over her face that were chaste if it wasn’t the hot flicks of his tongue that almost mirrored the deep, searching motions Ryland made against her walls. “Because I don’t want my pretty omegas to think for a single second that I don’t want them. I plan on making that clear every. Single. Night... or... maybe you mean to ask how I bred my sweet babies so good?” Simon chuckled against her lips.
Ryland pressed her thighs up more, grabbing her ass like he was steadying himself in place to start lapping at her walls. Scooping up with his tongue and out with messy, wet sounds mixed with his moans.
“Y-YES! I-I do—I do—oooo~! A-Alpha, h-how d-did you breed us?!” Nikia wailed, trembling as the heat boiled over, drenching Ryland’s face as she did so. “W-We sh-shouldn't be able to—th-the surgery~a-aahhn~! R-Ry—mega, mmmmn~ y-yeah~” she shuddered, throwing her head back as Ryland slipped two, thick fingers in slowly.
Simon snorted, like it was obvious.
His voice soft and condescending.
“Do you even see yourself? How could I look at you and not want to give you my pups? A little surgery, a few cuts, couldn’t stop me from claiming that precious cunt. Silly little omegas, too precious to waste like that. You needed me to knot you full, that’s all. What kind of alpha would I be if I neglected such basic needs?” Simon cooed, dipping his head low to nuzzle her breasts. Turning to slip and twist the peak with his tongue, eyes hot on her own as he did so. “You’re both going to get so full and heavy. Soft and mine in our nest—I'm fucking blessed. We did talk, you know. Ryland made all kinds of observations before we came back to you. I’m sure he’d tell you all about it if he wasn’t drunk on that sweet pussy right now, isn’t that right, omega?”
Ryland didn’t respond, too busy spreading her open on his fingers and tongue. One hot palm pressed over her lower belly to keep her pinned despite her best efforts.
“Wh-What happened?” Nikia asked, despite herself. Trying to distract from the delicious curl of Ryland’s fingers as he worked in another finger, tongue sucking on her clit as he did so. “O-Outside? R-Right?”
Simon purred, nodding as he kissed her lips, slow and deep. Tongue teasing her to open up wide for him. Slipping past her teeth and letting thick drool pool down her throat, following the slide with his tongue and rubbing it into her own. The taste was faintly familiar—soft voice, a desperate hand in her hair as she lapped at the trembling folds oozing slick and cum.
When he pulled away, she whined, trying to chase the taste she’d lost all sense with. Desperate to reach that hazy, drunken place again where she didn’t have to think anymore.
He smiled, licking and smearing the taste across her lips to distract her so he could speak.
“He fled to the water and I followed. Held him up to have a taste before letting him go back to shore. He was so pretty in the sand. Face flush and pussy aching for my knot. Kept him there while we cleaned up, told him how much of a shame it was that his cute cock was so lonely without you. ‘S why we came in here.” Simon purred, licking at her open mouth, long and lingering before pulling back. “Sweet baby cried about how empty you must be right now. But that’s okay—he's filling you up so good, isn’t he, pretty girl?” Simon asked, laughing softly when she nodded desperately, gasping as Ryland started fucking her with his fingers faster, like he only just remembered what he was doing. Circling inside her deeper every time his knuckles hilted.
“C’m, baby. Please—pl-eaase! W-Wanna see you take it all for us. C-Can't believe how long we left you empty, baby—p-promise it won’t happen again!” Ryland sobbed, breathing against her cunt so hard she wondered if he was being fucked and knotted by Simon somehow.
“Go on. Cum for our good boy. Then he can knot you.” Simon grinned, hungry and vicious as the image took hold.
Ryland, sweating and trembling as he worked his cock in deep, that swell stretching her open wide. Begging with that pretty, disbelieving face as he worked it into her with desperate motions. Simon like a dark shadow behind him, kissing his bare shoulders, pleased and waiting for his turn. Talking him through with filthy whispers until--
“A-Aaahhn~ P-PLEASE—WANT IT S-SO BA-AD~ D-Deep—soooo deep, a-and yours—k-knot me—knot me!” Nikia gasped, sputtering and wailing into Simon’s grinning lips. Body shaking like a leaf as she tried and failed to calm down.
“Yeah, pretty baby? Gonna take his knot, huh? Not going to ask how anymore? No... my sweet babies don’t need to know how. I said so—your alpha said so—and that’s all you need to know. Alpha says he’ll breed you—he does. Says he’ll feed and love you—he does. When your alpha says something...?” Simon purred questioningly, pulling away suddenly. Letting Ryland flip her onto her belly and hitch her ass high in the air to present her swollen pussy.
“H-He does it! A-Alpha does it!” Nikia gasped, still trembling as slick dripped down her open thighs, turning her head to look up at him pleadingly.
Rather than respond, Simon smiled as he pulled away from her vision, Ryland grasping her hips as his cock pressed against her slick folds. Sliding against them, gathering the mess to ease his way. Any thought about where he went fell out as Ryland’s cock slid into the hilt. A hot, sweaty chest pressed against her back as he slipped his tongue against hers. Kissing her as he gave short, aborted thrusts, like he couldn’t bear to separate from her walls.
Shaking her whole body with his as they moaned together. Words slurred, even this close, as something stirred him to move erratically. Hands bruising on her thighs like she was a lifeline in a hurricane.
Face pressed into the mattress in an awkward, sideways kiss, she could almost taste how desperate Ryland was to ‘knot’ her despite the impossibility of it all.
“O-Ooooh, a-alpha! L-Let me knot her—w-wanna knot our pretty girl too~! S-She's so sweet and soft—oh! Y-Your—a-ah! AH! Y-Yes! I-I u-unders-stand! H-How—oh, a-a-ALPHA!” Ryland whined, trembling against her as he was pulled back until only the tip kissed her entrance. A slow, steady push followed. Strange, moist heat between their thighs as something slipped between his cock and her walls. Sensual and curling, pressing her open in a thick, wet slide.
Ryland was no longer fucking her into the mattress—they were both being slowly pressed into a deep arch. Presenting themselves for their alpha’s tongue.
Ryland sobbed, gasping breaths loud and wet in her ear and he tried to suckle on her scent gland to calm himself. Hips pushed and pulled as a thick, writhing mass pushed deeper with every hilt. Hot breath curled against her clit, an odd texture grinding onto her with pulsing throbs. Teeth latched onto her shoulder as he whined, trembling with his entire body against their alpha’s firm grip.
Any thought about asking was pushed from her mind as a hot, slick tendril pressed against her womb like a kiss. A deep moan vibrating her thighs as she shook, clenching with force against the intrusion like it would give her room to breathe. If anything, that just amused him as his tongue curled against her walls. Bunching up against her entrance just shy of plugging her—knotting her. Ryland forced to ride her cunt, pulling the mass out of her body and pushing it back inside with wet, mind-numbing pops. Each pass getting harder to manage as she collapsed, kept in place by her omega splayed across her back, fangs still buried in her shoulder as he whined. Cock throbbing with denial until--
The mass ballooned outward, splitting apart her walls and sending her spiraling. Hot slick spurting out as her omega moaned, wild and reckless into her skin, pouring his cum into her as their alpha purred with satisfaction. Tip flicking against her slick walls as he slowly let his tongue expand until she was keening, shaking and wailing. Hips jerking as the pleasure began to burn her blood.
She thought he’d pull out.
Or maybe lessen the swelling against her cramped walls.
But her alpha kept unspooling more of his tongue into her. Stroking her walls and her omega’s cock still spurting inside her. Slick and cum spurting out in thick bubbles from the sheer amount inside her. Until she felt ready to burst, hand slipping down to press against her distended belly in dizzy wonder.
She didn’t know how long her omega knotted her with their alpha’s tongue, but when it finally began to slip out she cried. Sick with relief and grief, almost begging for him to put it back in her. Finally allowed to collapse to her side, omega’s cock popping free with a lewd mess pouring of her. A warm, gentle hand propped up her thigh with a chuckle. Fingertips following the slick mix back to her folds.
“Look. At. That... fuck you’re so pretty when you’re gaping. Delicious... my favorite thing to eat. Mmmm...” her alpha purred, lapping noisily at her thigh. “Omega cum and slick with just a little bit of your alpha mixed in. Nice, isn’t it?” A hand slipped between her thighs, scooping up some to smear on her tongue. Their omega lapping at her lips for a taste as they shared in it.
Ryland’s eyes were glazed over with lust, pupils blown wide as he moaned.
“Needs more of you, alpha.” He commented before trying to lick the back of her throat with need.
“Hmmm... I think you’re right, ‘mega. But you knotted her so good, I wonder if mine will even catch.” their alpha laughed, slipping his cock up her thigh and straight into her body in a single thrust. Lifting her thigh over his shoulder, her omega’s cock trapped, whining with overstimulation as he was grinded against between their locked thighs. Any concern for his state was gone as their alpha picked a brisk pace, bodies meeting with wet, meaty sounds. “I know, I know... just a little more, baby. C-Can't wait to taste this fucking cunt when I’m done. W-We'll have to get a little creative when you’re all swollen up, though. B-But I’ll make it work. I always do-oh—t-there it is, ready for another knot, baby? M-Maybe I’ll breed you again? How’s twins sound? Triplets? Bred till you’re bed-bound the whole time? Till you need me for everything? W-Want that, pretty girl? Precious omega, all ya gotta do is take it--!” Alpha barked, grinding his knot back and forth between her folds as it swelled. Letting it grow until it finally started to catch, letting it sit perfectly in the way. Pushing her open wider until she shook, creaming and squirting on his cock, the mess sealed with a firm slam of his hips and a wicked laugh. A slick mess of cum spurt between the hot space from their trapped omega with a weak moan.
Slowly, her alpha let her thigh fall to the side, high enough it didn’t crowd their joined bodies. Sinking down to nuzzle her hair with soft, pretty praise as he bred her again. Omega pulling away finally as he shifted low on the bed, like he was waiting for something. Gentle fingertips played with her swollen clit until she squirmed, cumming weakly onto her alpha’s knot again and again until he laughed. Finally pulling free and giving her room to breathe.
Or not—their omega’s hot mouth sealing over her cunt and licking up the mess with deep laps of his tongue as she wailed from sensitivity.
Pulling away after a moment while she shook, uncertain if she came again or just barely missed the peak, looking up to find her alpha with his hand fisted in their omega’s hair. Lips locked together and the faint shape of his throat bulging as they moaned into each other’s mouths. After a moment, they separated and she could see the wicked smirk their alpha had, even without her glasses.
Red, predatory eyes locked on hers.
“He was right... one taste and then you can rest, baby. Need to see for yourself how good we are together.” Alpha purred, slinking low onto his belly and pushing her thigh up higher until her nose kissed her kneecap. Tongue hot as it slithered up her thigh, impossibly long and thick as he licked at her abused walls. Curling and pushing against her sensitive pussy until he dragged it free slowly. Seeming to relish the overwhelmed sobs she couldn’t hide and the weak clenching on his tongue. Rising up, turning her to face him fully as his tongue slipped between her trembling lips. A thick, filthy mixture dripping down her throat like honey. Taste earthy and hot, faintly salty and sweet somehow.
She swallowed hard and often, but it stuck to her throat and tongue, leaving her gasping long after he pulled away.
She was pulled in close to their omega, their alpha looming behind her as he settled in with a pleased rumble. Predatory eyes watchful as she kept trying to polish off the strange taste on her tongue. Chuckled when the omega beside her whined and kissed at her lips too, muffling her soft moan with his tongue.
“See, pretty baby? What more do you need to know than this? What your alpha says, he. Does. You just need to keep being my sweet, precious omegas. Here, in the nest.” he nuzzled in close, draping an arm over the two omegas possessively, cock smearing a wet streak between her thighs. Watching as the kiss kept going, the both of them chasing a taste that never seemed to leave their throats. “I’ll give you everything you ever need, baby.”
Some rambling musing about nightmares for Biblical Greed
So Ryland, Nikia, and Simon nightmares!
Rocky escapes because his species doesn't GET nightmares, the lucky bastard.
(Yes, I DO still think I'm funny for the name)
Tw: spoilers, canon drugging, and suicidal thoughts.
So!
Obviously, when they're all nesting together, nightmares tend to be scarce. But that doesn't mean immune. Especially at the start of their time together and soon after they start recovering from their starvation (because, naturally, recovering from every malnutrition known to man is the BEST TIME to Go Through It™)
Before Simon, Ryland occasionally has issues with nightmares about his last day and a general soup of Bad Thoughts infesting his sleep, but Nikia was equally not immune to this problem, for all that she was actually willing to go in the first place.
Ryland's nightmares often start with him sweating and panting, panic setting in before he starts talking in his sleep. Usually begging. Bargaining. Threatening. All very hard to understand when they're mumbled. Some flinching, twitching, and jerking isn't unusual. If he's sleeping beside Nikia, he clings. Buries his face close like he's personally begging her to save him. When he wakes, it's in tears. He's apologizing, trembling, and is trying very hard not to cling harder.
Nikia soothes him the best she can, wiping away any tears and pulling him close. Kissing his face while telling him everything is alright. Rubbing his trembling body like it's chilled, pulling blankets over his head to cocoon him. Surrounding him with safe scents and the quiet, vibrating purrs.
Rocky, if he's there at the same time as Nikia, keeps a low trilling hum. His own quiet reassurance. Offering a bump to fist after Ryland calms down, reassuring him that no one would be sneaking up on him while his friends rest. If Nikia is gone, he rolls as close as possible, vibrating low and loud enough to distract. Only mildly complaining about the snot and tears as Ryland holds his ball close. Reassuring Ryland that no one would force him, ever again. No matter what. Rocky would make sure of it.
After Simon arrives, initially, he assumes someone is attacking and is on his feet ready to rip the intruder who upset Ryland so much to God damn shreds. It's only when his vicious snarl triggers a sob that he realizes what's happened. He settles down quickly, long enough to rub Ryland's back, encouraging him to curl up with Nikia while he does a quick patrol. Just in case. His instincts won't settle till he does and he returns, accepting an armful of Ryland while reassuring the man that nothing is there. That everything is alright and he can sleep now, safe and sound. Simon will make sure of it.
Nikia's nightmares are rare, but typically quiet. The most quiet between all of them, really. But she's definitely crying. Apologizing. Sobbing softly until she wakes herself if someone doesn't wake her first. Hyperventilating and inconsolable with grief and guilt. All the things she ran from, hoping that after saving humanity (or failing miserably) she could finally let go and accept suicide without backing out. Sometimes she dreams Ryland and Rocky died as well. Or that she could only listen as Simon met his brutal end in the blood ocean.
Ryland wakes with a start as soon as she starts sobbing, quickly shaking her awake and trying his best to be reassuring. Letting her bury her face in his chest as she rides out the wave of emotion, unable to stop for a long time. It takes a while before she can talk, and she usually doesn't want to, but he does eventually catch some words enough to be worried.
It's a long, exhausting conversation that Ryland had to get Rocky to swear not to ask anything while she talks. Ryland would explain later. When it's over, her nightmares are even more infrequent, but Ryland is more... Aware of her suicidal tendencies. Quicker to reciprocate. More often engaging in physical contact. He knew she had to be okay with that before the mission, but he didn't expect... All that.
Rocky supports Nikia much the same way he does Ryland, emphasizing that they were all very brave and smart and the mission succeeded. They made it out alive. She was safe and so were they. Rolling close for mandatory human ball cuddles.
Rocky tells her she's very brave for still being here.
It helps.
Simon, when he arrives, jerks awake very fast. But not because she's sobbing. It's because her scent changed. He's alert instantly, looking for the threat. Upon finding none, he realizes it's just a bad dream and wakes her softly. Quiet reassurances. There's no threat she's scared of, so he doesn't feel quite the need to patrol for threats. Holding her close, and if Ryland is there, pulling her into the middle so they can both curl around her. Wipes away her tears and tells her there's nothing to be afraid of. They're safe, and they're going to make it out of this. Simon would make sure of it.
He already knew she was skittish and scared, but it did break his heart a little to realize how deep that runs.
For Simon, he's used to being still when sleeping. Prison isn't exactly a safe place to thrash about and moan. He may twitch. Growl. Huff a bit. But it's usually scent that tells them he's having a nightmare outside of Rocky telling by heartbeat. Ryland will jerk awake, still half asleep, and give a worrying keen. He thinks there's an injury, cause Simon's negative emotions smell so much like blood. And that's what wakes Simon, but it takes a minute to realize what's going on, so he just assumes his nightmare world has swallowed up the omega too and is instantly on alert. Pulling him close and snarling at unseen threats before abruptly realizing it was just a dream. Ashamed, he tries to leave, guilty and embarrassed, but Ryland asks him to stay.
Simon may leave anyway, the first few times, pacing the ship to escape his feelings. But eventually he returns. And eventually he stays. Soothed back to sleep by a warm nest and good company.
Rocky is initially taken as a threat for the first few times, but eventually Simon snarls at outside 'threats' and Rocky takes to complimenting Simon's 'dedicated protection' to soothe him. This embarrassingly works very well.
Nikia wakes up to a change in scent and snarls, thinking there's some unseen threat outside the nest at first. This ratchets up Simon initially until he looks for the 'threat' and realizes Nikia is just snarling at whatever Simon is. And then he feels bad. He tries to leave, but she's still half asleep and is convinced the threat is outside somewhere. After a few moments, she wakes up enough to realize and is embarrassed. Quietly asks if he would feel better scouting around--which he agrees to. They eventually return and Simon is initially awkward about cuddling back up but she whines and pulls him along until he does. After a few times she purrs obnoxiously and shoves her face into his neck until he calms down.
Together, Ryland and Nikia reassure Simon that there's no threat. Everything is alright. Purring and pulling the blankets closer until Simon calms down.
Sitting on an idea for Biblical Greed sequel in-between playing Subnautica Below Zero. And mainly thinking more on Simon getting involved on the Hail Mary.
So it would be interesting if, as they interacted with the Petrova Line, they'd occasionally get reception for Simon. All of them are pretty baffled but sort of convinced it's hallucinations of some kind.
Well, Ryland and co are pretty sure it's real, but also very confused on the 'how' part.
Anyway, Nikia hears him first as she's watching over the auto flight path while the Ryland and Rocky get on each other's nerves.
Just an incoming transmission and static.
And then a voice.
"--what even would you get from this, anyway? That there's bones down here? Creepy as shit but how's that useful?" Simon mutters to himself.
"Uh... Bones are neat, I guess. And you can tell a lot from bones! What kind of creature they're from, relative size estimates depending on how much bone you have and what kind, and maybe even relative decay in the environment! Ry would have a better idea, really, I'm just spit balling here... Also, where the fresh hell are you?! This is space?!? I'm pretty sure my radio isn't good enough to get a read on a planet nearby--"
"wHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?" Simon yelps. "I thought I was too deep to get signal?!? Where's Ava?"
"Ava? Deep? Dude, this is the first I'm hearing of any of this. I'm literally in the Tau Ceti system right now talking to... Some guy? OH! Sorry--Im Co-Captain Nikia of the Hail Mary. Currently en route to investigate the Patrova Line and the astrophage problem plaguing the stars. And you are, mysterious bone man?"
"... The stars? What are you--they're gone, lady. Nothing to investigate. What even is astrophage?"
"That's not a name~!"
"FINE! It's... It's Simon. I suppose you could say I'm captain of the SM-13 on AT-5 in the blood ocean. Now, what the fuck is astrophage and the Petrova line?" Simon is almost certain he's going crazy, but at least it's interesting and takes his mind off the creepy ass ocean he's currently running around in.
"That... Is so metal, dude. And sounds cursed as fuck. Anyway! Astrophage is a cellular organism that basically eats light from stars and reproduces in high Co2 atmospheres, such as Venus, and in certain, very sensitive equipment, leaves a red trail in their wake, hence, the Petrova Line. It is capable of interstellar travel and, if handled very carefully, be used to travel at near light speed. So, Simon... What brings you to a blood ocean? Can't be the scenery if you're in it, I imagine."
"No... I... I made a deal. I take pictures and they set me free. But there's... There's something down here."
"In the blood?!?"
"IN THE BLOOD!"
"Hey now! I didn't put you in there, no need to yell at me!" Nikia pauses her investigation. The system keeps glitching when it tries to zero in on the signal location. "... That does sound very stressful though. I'm sorry you're in this situation right now and I wish I could help."
"N-No... It's... It's fine. This is... This is nice. Talking to someone who isn't an asshole COI--Coalition of Iron. One of two factions after the Quiet Rapture." Simon answered before she could ask, though he didn't know why he bothered.
"... You keep talking and it sounds more and more like you're in a heavy metal album. What on God's Green Earth is 'the Quiet Rapture'?!?"
"What do you--its when the stars and planets disappeared. How could you not know that? Are you... You're fucking with me, aren't you? Is this some SICK FUCKING GAME TO YOU?!"
"H-Hey, please stop yelling at me. I genuinely don't know what you're talking about right now."
Simon pauses, stopping the sub entirely to look at the speaker in shock and confusion.
He has to have gone mad.
Clearly.
But... He still felt bad. Guilt ate at his innards. Nikia sounded so... Soft. Quiet. Reproachful.
If this was a trick of some kind, she was really good at acting.
"Look, Simon, I... The system can't find you. Can't get a lock on your signal. Keeps bouncing around which should be impossible since there's nothing around here but space dust to make a signal. I... I wanna help though. That's why I'm out here. To help. Is there... No. I'm just a voice to you right now. What can I do to help?"
Simon pauses, clearing his throat.
"... Can you keep talking? Until you lose signal? I... It's creepy as fuck down here."
"... I can talk, yeah. What do you want to hear about?"
"Well, I kind of think you're a sign of a mental break, just... Anything. Please."
"Okay, let me tell you the tea in board--so, we met an alien, right? Throw out little green men, and let me introduce you to--Rocky! He's a rock! No, really! Sort of, see, he's an Eridian and they're five legged, rock spider crabs more or less. Massive though! Like, Rocky is about... His main body is nearly the size of an adult torso and each rock limb is beefier than my own arms, not that the description is helpful given the radio situation, but they don't have faces! Or mouths! Well Rocky has one under his carapace he uses for eating but they communicate with music! More or less, very pretty and odd sounding. Hard to follow sometimes, Ryland put together a program to translate. Anyway! The tea! Ryland got hot doing lab work, set down his jacket, and it fell into the floor. So Rocky, helpfully, told him he was messy and tired pick it up--oh, they see through vibrations by the way--anyway! Ryland took offense at being called messy! So he sassed under his breath but Rocky heard him say something like 'what do you care, not like it's in your way' before crossing the room and tripping over it, nearly smacking his head into a counter. Which is ironic, cause his last name is Grace, so I kinda laugh and Rocky laughs at him, and he was mad at us for three hours before he forgot something and walked into a wall by accident. Now he's mad at us for probably another four hours."
Simon is ENRAPTURED by the benality of it all, though he is MASSIVELY confused about Rocky.
It's so stupid.
But for a moment, he can breathe and not taste blood in his mouth.
"He's cute when he's mad, but don't tell him I said that, or he'll pretend to be asleep again and kick me out of the nest again. Or well, he can try, but I'm a grade-A cuddler so he's coming with me regardless. It's weirdly cold here, and he's a furnace, Simon. It's unfair. Damn his body's heat efficiency."
"Nest--is he... Your omega?"
"Hey, anyone can nest. It's good for your mental health to indulge every once in a while. And he's not 'my omega' just like I'm not 'his omega'. We're just the only two humans for about 12 light-years and the existential dread is a mean bitch."
"So you're both omegas?" Simon asks, as she continues to ramble for nearly an hour before they lose connection.
Simon feels... Oddly bereft at the absence. It was nice to talk about literally anything else, but he supposed lucidity had to return sometime.
Ryland pops his head in sometime after.
"Okay, I'm not mad anymore. Rocky says you were talking to someone?"
"Yeah! Simon! He's in like, an alternate universe that's metal as hell, Ry! No idea how we were talking though--poor guy."
Ryland catches him next and gets to chat Simon's ear off. It happens a few more times before Adrian and Fishing Go, and a handful of times before they pick Rocky.
Time is condensed for Simon, but for them, it's over a few months before he shows up officially. Out of his gourd from the final events but certain it's a pleasant dream when he hears familiar voices.
Takes a while to realize it's real.
And then he vows to give them the best he can manage while courting them, the only people to believe in him and give him hope in years.
He's very normal and not at all Eldridge about it.
Ryland tapping out, yet again, to have Nikia explain physical contact to Rocky.
He likes hearing her talk and how she phrases things, as well as just not... Liking having to explain intimate stuff to Rocky. She's already explained 'primary and secondary genders' to Rocky at this point.
"Why touch if not mate, question?"
"Well, Rocky, you know how we're squishy?"
"Yes. Very squishy, statement."
"Indeed we are! Well, compared to you, at least. Our 'skin', which is like your carapace functionally speaking, is more focused on elasticity and touch sensors. We have nerves all in and under our skin that tells us all sorts of stuff! Temperature sensing is the biggest one, especially where skin is thinner, but also touch! Discerning if something is smooth or rough by contact, some places more sensitive than others! Our hands are very sensitive in general, as an example! Fingertips uniquely adapted to detecting surface area texture for things we can grab!" Nikia makes jazz hands with a big smile.
"Interesting. Dodging question, question?"
"Nope! I'm getting there, I promise!"
"Rocky sorry, please continue, statement."
"It's fine and I will! So! All this sensitive skin has another thing it's good at detecting! Pressure! To a point, pressure feels nice, though it's different for everyone! Some people like how heavy or tight clothes feel! Or maybe weighted blankets! And our brains release feel good chemicals as a reward, especially when it's done in a social capacity! We're a social species, even when we're usually independent! Anything from handshakes to cuddling--which is basically just physically pressing your body as close to someone else as is comfortable for extended periods of time, usually while laying down or reclining. It helps us not feel alone! And it has side benefits, such as sharing body heat. Some cases have noted healing properties, nothing magical, but like... People tend to recover faster when they're held or are touched often. Their immune systems reacting faster. Stuff like that."
"So... Not just for mating, question?"
"Nope! Friends or strangers can do it too, but it's a little less common for strangers. That's usually if there's something bad happening. Like, if someone is crying a lot, a stranger might console them with a hug!"
"Why made this way, question?"
"Well... We kind of just evolved this way. But, if you want to get philosophical about it, touch is a trust exercise in parts. You don't get close to danger, after all. The closer you get, the more you let your guard down. And bringing your guard down with someone else, is basically telling them you trust them to be vulnerable together. To support them. Telling someone else 'I'm here with you, you're not alone.' is a very powerful statement. And then you get scenting involved, and it tends to add to that, while also letting other people know that person has you. Usually. Scenting can get complicated and territorial fast. Topic for another time." Nikia dismisses.
"... So why not mates, question? Grace Nikia say they don't have mates, only crew here. Touch often, trust each other a lot, so why not mates, question?" Nikia looks at Ryland who is pretending to look at something on his computer very hard.
"Mating is a very serious decision and it is seen as... Unprofessional for a limited crew in such an important mission to be mates. It's seen as distracting. And the power balance shifts in strange ways. Like, if we have to make a call that jeopardizes the safety of the other, we may not make the call we need to. If we had a captain, it would still be a bad idea, but at least someone could be impartial. There's also personal history to consider, as well as interest. I love Ryland, but I don't think either of us are up for mating, even if we are interested--not that I'm saying we are! Mating isn't a requirement to a fulfilling life! But we... Kinda have bigger stuff going on right now that makes those kind of questions harder than they need to be."
"Grace would be good mate, statement."
"He would! He's really smart, sweet, and he's got a lovely smile! But that doesn't mean I want to be his mate or that he wants me to be his. I'm just happy we get along and that he's willing to nest with me."
Ryland is blushing furiously but Nikia hasn't looked over and noticed during any of this.
"I also think she could like, do way better than me. I still can't believe you don't have a mate. It's just as wild to think about as it was when I first realized." Ryland mumbled to himself.
"I find intimacy and all that... Mortifying. If we weren't trapped in a ship together, we'd have separate rooms at minimum. I'm just... Really awkward as a person, Rocky. But! There's no one I'd rather save the stars with than you two!"
"Yes! Grace Nikia Rocky save stars! Big science!"
"Big science!" Nikia cheered before going off to handle something.
Rocky waited a beat.
"Grace want to be mates with Nikia, question?" He sputtered.
"B-Buddy! Keep your voice down!?" Ryland hissed. "You heard her! It doesn't matter, that too distracting right now!"
"...after big science, will Grace court Nikia, question?"
"I-I--U-Uhhhh, well, I mean, that's, I don't --"
"Grace exhausting. Who better mate than Grace, question?"
"I'm sure there are plenty of guys better!"
"Other possible mates save stars too, question?"
"W-Well, no!"
"Then no."
"Th-That's not how it works!"
"Rocky tired. Grace stupid make Rocky tired. Rocky go ask Nikia to watch sleep, statement." Rocky shuffles away, leaving Ryland to his flustered thoughts.
So yesterday at Galaxycon in OKC, I managed to find ONLY 1 Iron Lung merch, a print, and they also sold a Grace and Rocky standee but tragically there's no signature to find them elsewhere and I forgot to grab a card. I didn't really plan on going back just for that, if I could even find the booth I'm SO BAD AT DIRECTIONS I SWEAR but they were really nice! So if anyone recognizes the style, let me know!
They did say their friend made the print and had a hard time finding references tho
(ignore how damn dusty my shit is, I know I need to clean 😭)
Also, as a birthday treat to myself, I'm going to Galaxycon in OKC lol, so if any of you are there, just look for the SUPER CASUAL Simon cosplayer lol, just like, the vibe???? Modern casual vibe lol
(I haven't committed to a full cosplay in years, but also, Iron Lung is still so new that reference photos are hard to find--not like I'd find his sweater at Sears lol)
I don't recall it being this stressful to wait last year, but I think I literally just waited at the very back of everything and let the flow take me rather than finding "my line" lmao
Also, as a birthday treat to myself, I'm going to Galaxycon in OKC lol, so if any of you are there, just look for the SUPER CASUAL Simon cosplayer lol, just like, the vibe???? Modern casual vibe lol
(I haven't committed to a full cosplay in years, but also, Iron Lung is still so new that reference photos are hard to find--not like I'd find his sweater at Sears lol)
I don't recall it being this stressful to wait last year, but I think I literally just waited at the very back of everything and let the flow take me rather than finding "my line" lmao
Also, as a birthday treat to myself, I'm going to Galaxycon in OKC lol, so if any of you are there, just look for the SUPER CASUAL Simon cosplayer lol, just like, the vibe???? Modern casual vibe lol
(I haven't committed to a full cosplay in years, but also, Iron Lung is still so new that reference photos are hard to find--not like I'd find his sweater at Sears lol)
I don't recall it being this stressful to wait last year, but I think I literally just waited at the very back of everything and let the flow take me rather than finding "my line" lmao
Also, as a birthday treat to myself, I'm going to Galaxycon in OKC lol, so if any of you are there, just look for the SUPER CASUAL Simon cosplayer lol, just like, the vibe???? Modern casual vibe lol
(I haven't committed to a full cosplay in years, but also, Iron Lung is still so new that reference photos are hard to find--not like I'd find his sweater at Sears lol)
