#((in space))

[bimstown]

[yuck-pfaugh]

IN THE MYRIADIC YEAR OF OUR LORD—the ten thousandth year of the King Undying, the kindly Prince of Death!—Gideon Nav packed her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and she escaped from the House of the Ninth.

— Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir (2019)

In the 3,008th year after the manifestation of the Radiant Star (the 1,024th since the founding of the Consorority itself), Zaved, a newly minted consoror, disappeared a mere two days after the ceremony that elevated her to womanhood. She left a note that read, Bored. Back whenever.

— Radiant Star, by Ann Leckie (2026)

[vintage-tigre]

Kate Upton, 2014 Zero Gravity for Sports Illustrated

[revelboo]

Could we pretty pleeeeeeeeeease get more Cosmos? I love him so much, pretty ufo boy. <3

He's so cute and I'd love to see you continue his story!!

Sure!

In Space Pt 5

Cosmos x Reader

• “Are you sure this is okay?” You ask, feeling guilty even as you lift the brand new plastic gas can out of the floorboard of your car and try to not slosh any onto your sneakers. Again. ‘It’s fuel,’ he says and his visor is dimmer than before as his head lolls forward slightly. While you don’t know anything about giant, alien robots, you don’t think he’s doing well. “Stay with me,” you tell him, cautiously touching his masked face and his head lifts slightly.

• “I’m with you,” he murmurs, hearing how slurred his own words are, everything fuzzy around the edges. Having trouble remembering things. And he hears you exhale slowly as his head falls forward, exhaustion trying to pull him under. Wants to reach for you. Cling so you won’t leave him, because he’s scared. Knows he’s an Autobot, that he’s not supposed to be afraid, but he doesn’t want to be alone right now. ‘Is there a mouth under here? Or do you have a fuel tank?’ Soft fingers touch his mask and he retracts it, trying to focus when he just keeps drifting. Wants to say something, but he loses the words, his internal systems warning about impending stasis. Jolting slightly at a bitter, unpleasant taste, he realizes he must have started to slide into stasis. Making a noise as you hold a shallow cup to his lips, a trickle of something awful tasting spills into him.

• “Ugh,” he murmurs and you almost smile. His optics had gone dim while you’d been finding something to pour gas in to try and get him to drink and gas is all you can smell. It’s on your clothes, hands, shoes as you hold the cup to his lips and barely tip it. Hoping you’re getting at least some of it in him rather than just on him. He’s swallowing at least. ‘I know, but it’s fuel,’ you remind him, using his own words against him.

• “It’s fuel,” he repeats, though he’s not sure what language the words are in before he swallows obediently when you press the cup to his lips again, tipping it. Taking care of him even though he’s nothing to you. Wonders if you realize that you’re risking yourself for him, that if the Decepticons track him here, you probably won’t survive and it’s not fair. “Leave me,” he mumbles, clearing his vents roughly. “Not safe.” You don’t deserve to be hurt because of him. To get involved in their war even though he wants to beg you to stay instead.

• “We’re okay. Drink a little more for me,” you coax, awkwardly lifting the gas can to pour more in the cup. You’re going to be smelling that for weeks and you know it as you carry the cup back over and gently pat his cheek since his optics have gone dim again. “What’s your name, big guy?” You ask trying to get him to stay with you and he groans. But he swallows when you pour more gas past his lips. Feel his servos brush against you, fisting in the hem of your shirt. Hanging onto you as you bully him into drinking.

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[countingshapes]

STOP making rocky break up with adrian for grace! you think the GIANT LIVING SPACE ROCKS have the same concept of monogamy as humans?? go kill yourself

[declamationark]

DPXDC prompt: There’s an alien invasion incoming and the justice league are all up in arms to defeat them. Once they break into the mothership, however, they discover that the aliens were already beaten up and there’s this ghostly child cackling in the control room. It’s Danny and he is Obsession-drunk and having an absolute blast exploring every nook and cranny of the ship, dismantling it to see how the machines work, driving it around, chatting a hundred miles per hour to the definitely-concussed and groaning alien commander, and just zooming fro and fro with eyes dilated so hard there’s only a tiny ring of green in his eyes, lost in the feral serotonin sauce

Bonus points if the justice league calm Danny down by having him fanboy over Martian Manhunter, and then in the end, Danny goes “I’m gonna stick with you now! No takebacks!” and adopts J’onn into the Fenton family, now J’onn has two midwestern folks to hang out with for the holidays (the Kents from that Christmas special and now the Fentons)

[victusinveritas]