gangsters in space

Okay so like in Saints Row The Third, it’s canon ending that the Saints filmed their own movie out of what happened with Killbane.

And that makes me thing, what if instead of Gangsters in Space they made a movie about something that is a lot more tied to your Boss?

Like if your Boss is into medieval stuff, it was set in the Middle Age instead of the Mars.

about Kadara crime comic

@rumpelgirl @katherinecreeart

Thanks for the comments re: Kadara crime comic!  (and for reading the “footnotes”…)  It will happen one day!  I just need to figure out the storyline (no cheesy stuff), the scripts (can’t just have “everybody shooting each other” in very single panel)..and most importantly, I have to improve my drawing skill first.

But yeah, it will happen one day!  Lucky that ME:A’s fandom has just started…hopefully I can make something happen before Bioware releases the final instalment of ME:A…haha…hahaha………^^||||||||

Spoilers for Gat Out Of Hell?

I want you to imagine the Saints settling humanity on New Earth, with all the contributions of highly advanced alien technology. Cities and towns and small quaint villages are set up in months. The Boss, as supreme overlord of multiple galaxies, lays down some major ground rules; Abusers of any kind, get shot. Rapists, get shot. Nazis, get shot. People who say Beyoncé is the worst- shot. And then they pass on their role as the leader of the new world, to Keith David.
They find a plot of land, stake a claim- and then take a proper spaceship this time and become true space gangsters. They take whatever Saint is willing to come (the Boss doesn’t go anywhere without Johnny, he makes clear) and they explore the known universe with the knowledge of Boss’ galactic empire. They meet (and bang) new alien species, commit crimes in vastly intricate cities, get drunk and high on white beaches with red seas and violet skies.
And when they have made the Saints known across the galaxy as puckish rogues and the toughest space gang around? The Boss returns to New Earth. They go back to that plot of land, on the cliffside overlooking a beach view to rival the Bahamas, and build a crib- and a home. The Boss, and whoever cannot see themselves living apart from them, spend their twilight years sipping beer, watching sunsets and every so often a minor drive-by accompanied by the continent’s biggest party of the year.
And they are all happy and no one else dies unless they’re old, doing something they love or look awesome doing it.

ch752  asked:

A gangster who love space and wants to get abducted by aliens. Also more open to ppl who are close to you.^ ^;

yes, actually true, i am what you call a space nerd

also yes, i am too open to close friends woops :’3

anonymous asked:

So the delusional part of me wants Hux and Ren to runaway together and just live a happy and adventurous life as outlaws. Thoughts?

Hey my pal I’m all about these delusions. So prepare yourself for some space gangster au 

  • Hux resents the idea at first. But it’s their final option.
  • They fled in one of Hux’s private shuttles. Ren was the pilot, Hux the co-pilot. With as many of their belongings as they can bring and all of Hux’s credits (he has quite a lot fortunately)
  • They got to some system they couldn’t pronounce. Full of outlaws and bounty hunters. It wasn’t exactly easy for them to blend in; Hux was quite recognisable. But they were far away enough from the Order that it was never a huge problem.
  • They laid low first. Figuring out where they stood and what they were doing to do.
  • Honestly, they just distracted themselves with sex a lot. Just fucking in every position, on every flat surface on the ship, until they knew each other’s bodies inside out. Knew each other’s sensitive spots, limits, weaknesses, every little detail imprinted on their brains.
  • But after a while, when the credits started depleting, they knew they needed another plan. And since neither of them have much of a moral compass, and even less so when they’re together.
  • So they become space gangsters.
  • And, oh, they become an unstoppable duo. The cold and calculating Alexander Hux and his fearsome consort Ren (not to be confused with the Knight of Ren bc there is absolutely no affiliation at all. None whatsoever.) Basically, you don’t fuck with these two. They are deadly and dangerous. Fear and respected in the Outer Rim territories. Hux designs and sells weapons. Ren does some bounty hunter work here and there. They get into crazy shenanigans.
  • But they are giant domestic nerds when they’re by themselves, okay?
  • Hux grows out his regulated hair, finally, and Kylo feels like he’s found a new religion in it. Especially with the facial hair that burns against his skin just right. Kylo grows his hair out, too.  Past his shoulders. And after a while, Hux develops a little bit of a tan. At least, for him anyway.
  • Kylo teaches Hux how to mediate. He does a lot of it, trying to block out… everything he can. Hux does a lot more ballet; his primary way of keeping fit. Kylo still did around a thousand sit-ups or push-ups a date. Sometimes Hux would sit on his back. They teach each other their own ways of fighting, strengthen one another. Though not overly Force sensitive, Kylo taught Hux would he could. How to feel the universe around you. They communicate through the Force a lot. Good for when they’re out on jobs and they can be grossly romantic without people knowing
  • They change ships every few years, just for safely. Neither of them got very attached anyway. And it’s certainly fun to christen new ships in unsavoury ways. Hux as all but forgotten what his bed felt like on the Finalizer.
  • And of course they want for nothing. Hux wears expensive clothes and collects old books and artifacts for Kylo.  

Bonus:

One rainy evening, they’re lounging in the viewport of their latest ship, parking in the hanger of some bounty hunter hangout, facing each other, nice and snug. Hux is drinking caf and reading, with Kylo absently massaging his feet.

“I’m sorry, Kylo says suddenly, breaking their nearly hour long silence.

Hux lifts his eyes. “You’re sorry,” he repeats. “What for?”

His lover shrugs, lost in thought. “You always thought you were destined to rule. To own the galaxy. I believe I got in the way of your destiny.”

“Well,” Hux sets his book down, looking thoughtful himself, “depends on how you interpret it. I always thought I deserved the galaxy. To cup it in my palms and hang up the stars to my own design…”

Kylo brings one of Hux’s feet to his lips, kissing the toes. “You would have been a great ruler.”

Hux lips tug into a smile. “But the galaxy is worth very little to me now, and if you were absent from it, it would be worth nothing… I suppose you could say you are my galaxy.” He chuckles, quiet and fondly. “So, actually, yes, I do own the galaxy. My galaxy.”

“And the galaxy owns you,” Kylo replies swiftly, leaning close, like a child whispering a secret. “It would be quite lost without you to hang up the stars.”

Mm, I do so love my galaxy.

Wouldn’t want it any other way.

  • My friends: So what's Homestuck about?
  • Me: Well, it's about a 13-year-old prankster who plays a video game that literally destroys and re-creates the universe along with his best friends: a time-traveling DJ; a fantasy-writer-cum-knitting-fanatic; and a narcoleptic huntress. Eventually they team up with a group of aliens from another dimension to stop an immortal pool-ball demon from beyond time and space from wrecking both of their game sessions. They're a zombie frog-girl who communes with the dead; a crippled Peter Pan with self-esteem issues; a genius programmer who uses a computer made of bees; a role-playing-obsessed catgirl who lives in a cave; a fashionista vampire who wields a chainsaw; a blind lawyer who sees things by licking them; a homicidally competitive spider-girl with a robot arm; a masochistic strong-man with hyperactive sweat-glands; a laid-back juggalo who occasionally loses his mind and goes on killing sprees; a genocidal wizard with a weird scarf and an even weirder accent; an undersea empress destined to become Space Nicki Minaj; and their self-proclaimed leader, a bossy, short-tempered mutant with a deep-seated inferiority complex.
  • My friends:
  • Me: Oh, and then they have to "reset" both of their universes because they fail so badly. This makes them team up with their rebooted-universe counterparts: a brain-washed baker; an alcoholic...HEY WAIT! Where are you going! I haven't even told you about the fourth-wall demolishing author insert, the space gangster dog devils, or Rufio!
  • My friends: *Runs faster*