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Becoming a Queen

You knew your ship was doomed. You were the only one left alive, though as far as you could tell, there was only one of those /things/ left, too. You wanted to set a course to crash into the planet then use one of the escape pods to get to safety.

But that was before one of those leaping fuckers found you.

Your ship had been on expedition to explore some hitherto undiscovered locations. There were rumors that there was xenomoph activity in this area, which had you and the other scientists all excited. You’d heard about them, but you’d never had the chance to observe them. The plan was if you found them to watch from afar and remain as hands off as possible.

You never counted on how diligent they could be, or how gah damned smart they were. For alien creatures who’s only drive seemed to be to breed and kill, they exhibited almost human levels of intelligence. They ambushed your crew, sticking them to the walls to allow facehuggers to inject eggs into them to make more. You’d never seen it happen in person. You’d seen them dissected, seen pictures of their probing ovipositors, but watching it happen in person had been the most horrifically fascinating moment of your life.

The soldiers that had accompanied the expedition had done an excellent job of isolating and eliminating most of the aliens, burning the eggs you had recovered from a stranded ship and blowing said ship into stardust.

But one had escaped.

If they were smart, this one was a savant. It had not only figured out how to work doors, but also to let its victims scream to lure more along. You observed it (no..him) several times, noticing that the elongated cranium that was usually smooth and round had begun to flatten out, black carapace forming a hard hood more often observed in queens. But you understood what was happening: he was adapting to his environment, taking on a needed role. You’d only heard of alpha xenomorphs as a theory, a sort of last ditch effort that some of their amalgamated biologies allowed. Some theorized is was the human members of their species, allowing for remarkable adaptability both environmentally and biologically.

The soldiers had set another trap, and the alpha had just set it off as a lure to kill several of them. A few of the remaining soldiers had tried to attack him then, only to end up cut off and killed on by one.

You had a close encounter with him, and you thought it would have been the end of you. If only that had been so…He cornered you and your team, slaughtering two of them. When he raised a clawed hand at you, he hesitated. A low growl came from him, and his lizard like lips relaxed over his dripping teeth. He growled and sniffled, butting his muzzle against you. You thought for sure you were dead…instead he pressed his head against you, rubbing at you almost like a cat would.

He ran off when the few remaining soldiers tried to attack him. Your heart was pounding and you could barely breathe. They asked if you were alright, and you suddenly realized you were the only one of that group left.

Things seemed to go downhill from there. You always had the sense that he was following you, hearing his claws on the gratings around you, seeing his long tail whip around corners. The last of the soldiers and crew began to dwindle, getting picked off in the mad attempts to get back to the ship’s bridge. By the time there was a clear path, you were the only one left.

That was when it found you. It looked like a chestburster, only larger with longer legs and tail. You ran, keeping an arm up level with your head and neck. But this one wasn’t concerned with your mouth. It flung itself at you and landed on your lower back, its tail clamping around your waist. Its legs gripped your buttocks and thighs, and you felt two sharp points ripping at your jumpsuit. You felt the tapered end of the ovipositor probing you, searching. You tried to pull it off, but its grip was iron. You slammed backward into walls, but its back was covered in a hard shell like the aliens themselves. It shifted itself between your thighs, the same shell forcing your legs apart.

It found your warm hole and thrust in. You screamed and frantically grabbed for it, but it was pressed up against you so tightly, you couldn’t even wiggle a finger between it and you. You screamed again, feeling it thrust upward into you. It reached impossibly deep, and you felt your stomach pushing outward with its movements.

Then you felt it. A lump against your hole. You threw yourself on the ground and tried to make it stop, but you were powerless to stall the inevitable. You felt the large sacs on the thing convulsing and sending ripples down its ovipositor. Your belly felt hot suddenly, and you gasped, clutching at it. Your hole was wet with some sort of alien goo it filled you with. Every lump was more goo, and the feeling of heat spread through you.

Another bump pressed to your hole, this one large and solid. You screamed no over and over, trying to thrash free of this thing attached to you in a death grip. Your hole stretched wider and wider to the point where you swore you would rip in two. Convulsing on the ground, you sobbed in mixed pleasure and pain, gasping when the hard thing passed into your body. You felt every inch it moves, and look down to see it pushing your belly outward.

Everything from there was fuzzy. The thing pumped more goo into you until your belly looked like you’d had a meal that was far too large. You crawled down the corridor, tears streaming down your face as you realized there was no salvation for you, not now. You only had one option left: crash the ship to destroy everything on board. You felt your stomach surge and convulse, churning and growing steadily heavier. By the time you reached the bridge, you looked like you were pregnant, your belly almost brushing the floor.

It took the last of your strength to pull yourself up to the navigation computer. Even as you key in the commands, overriding the ship’s safety protocols for a steep descent, you feel something happening inside you. You sob, knowing this must be the moment they punch through you and rip free…

But they don’t.

You see them moving inside you, writhing and slithering like snakes. Your belly is so full and heavy it’s all you can do to stay upright. You fumble your ID code, blinking back tears as you put it in for the fourth time. The computer finally accepts your trajectory, and you let yourself fall on the floor.

As you scream and hold your belly, you’re aware of not being alone. You know the sound of hard claws on the metal of the ship, scrabbling as the creature moves closer. He shrieks, though you don’t know why. You don’t really care either. You would have loved to study him, learn why he grew so large and why his head grew as it did. He looked like a king somehow.

All thoughts of that leave you as your stomach convulses. The movement in you shifts, and you scream as you feel the writhing mass move lower. You lay on your back, legs spread. Screaming and panting, you press your back to the floor and push with all your might. You feel your hole bulge and stretch, something smooth and wiggling pressing against it. You push and scream, feeling a long thing slither out of you. Before you can even see what it is, the pressure builds again. You push, screaming as two more press out of you side by side.

It feels like eternity as you lay there, panting and pushing, countless things slithering out of your hole. You finally see them as a couple of them climb across you. They’re neonate xenomorphs, their soft skin still fleshy and covered in the greenish goo the strange facehugger forced into you. Most of them scatter when the alpha pads toward you. He growls and lays over you, his smooth body cool against your flushed skin.

All around you, sirens are going off, the ship’s warning systems kicking on. It’s placidly screaming the descent is wrong, it’s too fast, too steep. You hope the ship burns up in atmosphere. The last thing you remember is heat, the ship’s life support falling to critical levels as the white hot burn of planetary entry seared the plating off the hull.

You never expected to wake up. Blinking blearily, you looked around, wondering where you were. Pieces of the wrecked ship surrounded you, and you could see huge trees between them.

Somehow, you survived the crash.

You can’t move, looking up to see your arms have been carefully secured in glossy black resin. The same kind the xenos restrain their chest burster victims in. You try to move, but you’re dangling about 10 feet off the ground and are powerless to so much as twist. You look down at yourself and see your belly is still slightly distended. You don’t feel the writhing weight inside you anymore, but it still feels..wrong.

Below, you see several small xenos run back and forth, one of them looking up at you and screeching. The trees shudder, and the alpha appears. He’s grown even larger, almost 9 feet tall now. He easily climbs up to you, the long fingers of one hand forcing your mouth open. His lips curl back and his huge teeth part, and you see his secondary mouth shoot forward. You scream and writhe as he forces it into your mouth and angles to shove it down your throat. He growls and his torso jerks, and you feel something sliding down your throat. He’s..feeding you?

This becomes a regular routine, him returning from the forest and pushing his secondary mouth into yours to share his hunts with you. You beg him to stop, to let you go or let you die, but he just growls and rubs his smooth head against you.

You’ve lost track of time. Your body is changing, you can feel it. Slowly, day by day, your belly is growing again, though much more than before. The alpha begins to nose and prod along your body, often trying your hole with the smooth swell of his nose. You realize your hole has become softer and larger, and each day it feels like he can slide his muzzle further against you.

You start to notice him changing, too. The carapace between his hind legs seems to have softened, swelling outward slowly, growing. You realize somehow, he’s grown a penis. As far as you know, that’s completely unheardof. Yet there it is, dangling between his legs.

He climbed up to where you were hanging, taking you in his hands. He growled and settled his head over your shoulder as his body bowed. His hips work their way between your legs, and you feel the head of his newly grown cock spread your hole. You can’t resist, you can barely cry out when he thrusts into you. There’s no pleasure to it, not tenderness or love. He thrusts roughly, pushing deep into you. You feel your body react, everything in you suddenly alive with sensation. You cry out and thrash, then scream in pleasure as he cums inside you. Your already distended belly grows larger as he pumps you full.

Time passes. Your belly grows until it’s hanging between your legs. The alpha and the smaller xenos you birthed on the ship connect your growing belly to the broken ship with more resin, taking the burden of weight bearing off of you. You’re grateful to them. The alpha fucks you almost daily, further distending your belly.

Little by little, black patches appear on your skin. Hardened plates cover your arms and legs, then your chest above the swell of your belly. From your ribs downward, you are nothing but belly, your legs dangling comically on either side. Your hole continues to stretch, and though you can’t see it, you’re fairly certain it’s moved.

The skin over your belly becomes thinner. Inside, you can barely see the movement of large objects, shuffling around within you. Your spine has grown its own cage-like carapace which wraps around your ribs and hips. It’s only then you realize the flesh of your back and ass have changed, stretching backward. Your hole has begun to shift downward, dangling just off the ground from your massive belly.

No…not belly…Egg sac.

The hard cage along your spine helps support the ever growing sac. The alpha and smaller xenos dutifully tend to you as you begin to understand your new place. They didn’t have time for a queen to be born and grow..they had to make do. Your belly ripples, the translucent skin shifting and pushing, moving the, thousands of eggs through you. The small xenos have brought back living creatures and restrained them to the walls of the ship and the surrounding trees. Day by day, the skyline gives way to a lattice work of resin construction. They build a sanctuary for you.

The alpha rarely leaves you now, staying always at your side, climbing around you and tending to your every need. He caresses your egg sac, soothing the discomfort of the eggs moving inside you, easing your burden.

You feel your egg sac convulse and cry out. Your voice sounds like their’s now, a shrieking growl that echos in your chambers. The alpha is beside you at once, rubbing his crested head against you. The convulsing contractions travel all the way down your belly, and you feel your hole begin to bulge. Slice and goo pour from you, sending the small xenos scurrying to your hole. You feel the birthing tube of your hole stretch and elongate until it almost touches the ground. The bulge of an egg moves through it, and you groan at the tight pucker you feel before you stretch around it, easing it to the floor.

Another egg soon follows, then another. You find yourself in a haze, trapped in a feeling of pleasurable pain as egg after egg travels through your birth canal to be deposited on the ground.

The smaller xenos collect the eggs and move them, setting them in front of their captives. The creatures writhe and scream, exactly the wrong thing to do. The eggs blossom open, and facehuggers wriggle their way free. They leap and plant themselves over the screaming mouths, muffling them as their ovipositors force deep into their throats.

Some time later, you coo as you watch your children burst from their incubators and wriggle onto the ground. Your children, your second brood. They skitter around you, finding places to shelter their small, soft bodies until they grow. The alpha purrs at you and rubs himself along your belly. You want him to seed you again, and he obliges, thrusting into your hole even as you try to push out more eggs.

Your new life as their queen will be full of pleasure and offspring. You will make a new home of this world, together with him and your children. Your species will thrive. Even as hard plates cover your face, and the soft skin of your cheeks falls away to expose your huge, gleaming teeth, you feel every inch a queen. Your crest soon grows from what was once a rounded skull, just like his did.

Every day you lay more eggs, and every  day your children burst free. This world is yours, your realm, your home, your kingdom.

(by supernona)

I’d Tap That

Relationship: Klance

Words: ~40k

Summary: Keith has never really been good with words. He says what he means, and more often than not, what he doesn’t mean, leading to several uncomfortable situations.

One of said occasions happens on a planet during a mission, where Keith’s attempt at complimenting the blue paladin is entirely misinterpreted, but Keith isn’t able to properly apologize before the mission goes south, resulting in Lance being subjected to the ‘gifts’ the locals possess.

So now Keith is at an impasse, with his communication skills severely lacking in the comforting department, and his growing feelings towards Lance making everything so much more difficult than it needs to be.
If only there were a way to talk to the blue paladin without using words…

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anonymous asked:

Hi sorry to bother you, but I wanted to ask you a question. How did you start coding? I would like to start, but I don't know where or how to start. Any advice?

Oh man! I was hoping someone would ask me this eventually!! I love helping people get started with programming (I’m currently teaching my house mate!)

This one ended up long so this and this are the two most essential links from this post.

So I got started with programming in high school. I had always wanted to make video games when I was a kid, and I heard that you needed to know how to program. So I took Programming I and fell in love. I proceeded to take Programming II and AP Computer Science before graduating. In all three courses  we learned a programming language called Java. In my opinion it is one of the easiest languages to learn because it really just takes common sense to understand. From here on out just assume I am talking about Java.

The best way to get started really depends on where you are in life and how quickly you’d like to get started.

If you are in high school find out if you are a STEM school! If you are it is more than likely your school offers some sort of programming course. If you’re not a STEM school, find out why the hell not?? If you’re school isn’t a STEM school it needs to be, because STEM fields are SO important.

If you are in college take a programming course! Most colleges offer some sort of Intro to Programming course. If you’re school offers Computer Science as a major then your university DEFINITELY will. If not, check the math department!

If you are not in school anymore, or would like to get started right away what’s to follow will be the beggening steps to get started, as well as some good resources to help learn more.

To get started check out THIS post for a larger list of free and paid online classes and other tools.

When programming you usually need a way to “compile” your code. Compiling is a process that turns your human readable code into machine readable executables. Most people use whats called an IDE (Integrated Development Environment). In layman’s terms, and IDE is a program you use to both write code and then run it. The most popular IDE in the world is called Eclipse. However, it can be confusing, especially for beginners. So I would recommend using BlueJ to get started. BlueJ is an IDE designed specifically with the beginner in mind. It does wonders to get yourself started with programming. Once you understand Java it becomes easy to pick up and learn other languages.

Once you have an IDE installed you can start programming! But.. you need help learning! While Oracle has been.. controversial in their business practices lately they have one of the best Java tutorials out there. If you get bored with that one, check out this site and this site.

I hope that helps! These are all the places I have had the best luck. Once you feel you have Java down, return and we can discuss C++ or what other interests you have in programming!

Until next time.

Originally posted by whatsaftertheparty

Hey everyone!

I’m sure by now that you’re all aware of the new Notice Me Senpai update and the ‘Refer and Reward’ feature.

IF NOT; click on the menu tab and click 'Redeem and Refer’. Your Player ID will be shown at the top (Pictured here is my own). Click on the 'Refer Friends’ tab, enter another player’s ID, and then click send email. Once this has been processed, you will receive an email with a code to input in order to receive FREE GEMS!

Now, if you’re like me, you may not have friends who also use this app, and thus can’t take full advantage of this new feature.

So, I have taken it upon myself to help everyone struggling with this too.
We are going to start an ID code chain.




anonymous asked:

Re: Tatooine and Stealth Card Shark Luke. Given Luke's family history, he probably either played friendly games or only wagered what he could afford to lose. Yes, Anakin was freed by a winning bet and race. BUT! Anakin and Shmi were both used as wagers by Gardulla... who lost them to Watto. It's not safe for a free-born descendant of slaves to play for anything more than spare parts or chores. Off-world, with the Rebels is very different story, though. Or with Vader safeguarding his freedom.

pomrania said:Someone accuses Luke of using the Force to cheat with cards. Vader starts to loom, then Luke is like “no, I got this”, and he asks Vader to sit facing the opposite direction, and be alert for any use of the Force, and say if so. (Luke doesn’t need the Force to cheat at cards.)

(Sorry for taking so long to answer these, you guys! Sometimes when I’m on mobile I’ll answer the ones on top of the list, but those tend to be the more recent ones and then I forget to do the older ones)

Luke has probably played for things like marbles or dares when he was a kid (that one time Windy had to stand on the roof and pose like a statue at suns-rise was particularly memorable).
On the Executor or on a Rebel base, he’s more likely to….no he still plays for marbles. No one knows where he’s getting them or why he’s keeping them, but he’s up to about twenty-six marbles he keeps in a jar in his X-wing. And this is after losing the old jar when a previous X-wing didn’t quite survive a patented Skywalker Landing.

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hey i just met you (and this is crazy) - notcaycepollard - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

After New York—after he’s signed back up, now he’s back in the fight, now that he’s an Avenger—they take his phone back, swap it for something new. Not secure enough, apparently, not a phone for an active agent. The replacement is a Starkphone, sleek and glossy, more locked down. There are security protocols he has to follow. No public wi-fi. Two-point thumbprint and ID code to unlock the screen. Phone on the table for every meeting, and face-down at all times.

He doesn’t bother getting a personal phone. Who would he call?

defrosted popsicle steve rogers learns how to text, and I actually finished a fic for the first time in six weeks, party hats all round

World-Building/Headcanon; Pokeballs and Transferring Pokemon

- All Pokeballs are produced at different rates, due to the technology that is required per each ball and materials to make them.
- A single Master Ball can take weeks to produce, requiring very strong and rare materials with powerful technology. These are then individually indestructible, un-damageable by regular throwing and battering, needing be taken apart to be destroyed if by hand, or otherwise.

- Pokemon are able to be transferred from an old Pokeball to a newer one. After some time and depending on the model, it may become necessary for a Trainer to transfer their Pokemon.
- Pokemon can be transferred at the Pokemon Center from ball to ball, on request from Nurse Joy. By default, if the Trainer chooses to not buy a new ball themselves, the Pokemon will be placed into another standard Pokeball.
- Most Trainers will transfer their ace first, before other Pokemon, since they are sent out the most and their balls are more likely to be dented or damaged. Trainers also tend to buy more expensive balls for their best Pokemon (Like Ultra Balls or Luxury Balls).

- All Pokeballs are internally and digitally marked with an ID code to match with a Trainer Card, which is how Pokemon are retrieved in places like Pokemon Centers and not mixed up.
- At PokeMarts, Trainers must hand over their IDs so the Balls they obtain will carry their signature.
- Pokeballs do not work after failed capture, due to Pokemon breaking the actual ball while resisting.
- During Trades between Trainers, the machine is used to rewrite the code in the ball so it is under the Trainer’s ownership.

Theme Checklist

I wanted to try and make a theme checklist encompassing everything I’ve typically forgotten when making themes. This list is not exhaustive. I’m going to update this as I discover more bugs, but hopefully this will help somewhat. Please add to this if you feel I’ve forgotten something, and refer to tumblr’s custom theme documentation for more specifics. Items I consider optional will be italicized.


  • sidebar/header
  • sidebar images/icons
  • blog title
  • blog description
  • basic/custom links
  • credit
  • formatted all kinds of posts
  • pagination/infinite scroll
  • post info (date, tags, via/source)
  • tags
  • link to permalink page somewhere
  • postnotes
  • reblog and like buttons
  • all meta tags and options have been accounted for

Stylistic Adjustments:

  • photos/videos/general posts are all the same width and aren’t pixelated/stretched
  • included fonts have bold/italic options
  • size of sidebar image(s) adjust automatically/aren’t stretched
  • any other images are not pixelated/stretched
  • line height has been specified
  • custom scrollbar
  • blockquotes, lists, and titles have all been stylized
  • pre has been stylized so it doesn’t run off the post
  • links have been differentiated
  • any stylistic differences between the index and permalink pages are specified and accounted for
  • inline iframe videos and images have been width/height adjusted
  • items like post info/reblog buttons/like buttons are not on pages like ask and submit pages
  • tumblr’s built in via/source have been removed or stylized
  • custom bold/italic stylizing
  • iframe tumblr controls have been stylized
  • search bar

Good Coding Practices:

  • no “dead code”
  • classes/ids are clearly labeled
  • all divs, spans, and other tags are closed
  • code is indented and easy to read
  • code is commented with helpful labels and/or terms of service