spaced invasion

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“People of Earth, I am Darkseid, Lord of Apokolips! Here is your savior, bound and broken! I have crushed him as easily as I have crushed all who have dared to oppose me throughout the cosmos. I am power unlike any you have known: absolute, infinite, and unrelenting! You have no choice but to prepare for a long, dark future as my subjects… and my slaves.”

-Darkseid, “Superman” (TAS)   

Humans and Fire

So I’ve read a few humans are weird posts and it got me thinking, what if humans are the only species to evolve to use fire. Like, most intelligent species will instinctively flee in panic the moment they catch sight of an open flame, yet show a human infant a fire and if they don’t know better, they will try to grab it.

Humans will burn everything. Most of us won’t eat anything unless it has been “Cooked” first. (A human word meaning to heat food until it has begun to denature but not yet started to carbonize.)

Start a small fire and instead of fleeing, humans will gather around it and start socializing.

We get intoxicated by setting specific plants on fire and inhaling the smoke, often with the burning embers mere inches from our sensitive face.

We use it to clear land for agriculture and hunting. We use it to punish criminals. We even use it for purely aesthetic purposes. (Think fireworks.)

Heck, we we discovered hydrocarbons, the first thing we did was burn them. In fact, humans were burning so much hydrocarbons they were literally altering the atmosphere of their planet.

Heck, humans have died because they literally did not have enough materials to burn.

Now imagine hostile aliens want to invade earth. They don’t use fire except for carefully controlled and heavily guarded industrial purposes. They also don’t know much about earth other than it is definitely inhabited and the people haven’t developed intergalactic travel.

They’re expecting to face primitive forces armed with the local equivalent of clubs and bows. What they get is, to them, a strange anachronistic jumble of expected primative technologies and highly advanced technologies that they definitely shouldn’t have.

They’re not expecting guns. (Projectile weapons that consist of a narrow tube with projectile and a chemical propellent stuffed into one end. Instead of an electromagnetic pulse, the propellant is ignited and the expanding gases shoot the projectile out of the tube.)

They’re not expecting powered vehicles. Instead of electric motors, humans have what they call the internal combustion engine. (A motor that works by sucking flammable gas into an enclosed chamber, igniting the gas under pressure, and using the resulting force from the detonation to move a piston. Because of that, humans have heavy machinery, self-propelled vehicles, and powered air-craft before they even really understood bio electricity.

They’re not expecting bombs, or incendiary weapons. (It was also how it was discovered that their bio-polymer armor, while excellent against projectiles, can actually burn at surprisingly low temperatures.

They’re not even expecting smelted metal. Steel to them is a high tech material that can only be produced under specialized conditions of extreme heat, and requires very specialized facilities to produce. They are shocked to discover that humans have been smelting copper before they developed writing.

And they are definitely not expecting nuclear weapons. (Which are basically “bombs” that instead of using combustable chemicals use an uncontrolled nuclear fission reaction. They are also aghast to discover that not only was this apparently the first thing we thought to do when we discovered fission, but that competing human faction have “how many of these weapons stockpiled!?”

After retreating in disgrace, the task force sent to monitor the plant is horrified to report that humans are rapidly expanding into space. They aren’t using gravitic lifters or electromagnetic mass drivers. They are apparently simply loading equipment and personnel into special “missiles” and using a shit ton of highly combustable fuel to simply launch themselves into space.

profoundlytenaciousgalaxy  asked:

I was reading about your analysis about Holly Blue and a thought came up. Could Holly Blue adopted the physical reaction from being mingled with the Earth Gems for so long? I'm seeing that if she was in charge of a different group of gems, she wouldn't be nearly as physical? Using other methods of getting them in shape and in line?

That’s a really good point and now that you bring it up I do think that as well! In both the Holly Blue Character Analysis and the new Pearl Class Analysis I bring up why it’s significant that these gems are put in the service sector. 

They’re separated from gems of their kind, so the socialisation process that we usually see, like Peridot still being able to compare herself to Era 1 Peridots in Too Short to Ride, the Ruby Squad, or Jasper talking about Jaspers as a collective, is largely absent.

In fact, there is an attempt from them to distance themselves from similar gems. Holly talks about the specific prestige of serving on an outpost in the middle of nowhere that no one visits. 

So like Pearls, HBA’s may be expected to assimilate into the lives of their wards as well in order to get them to listen to her and respect her.

We needn’t go to my now, very tired example of the Ruby Squad. Let’s go to the Famethyst. 

They grab.

They play fight.

They’re not too into personal space.

They pick each other up without asking.

And none of it is seen as threatening or an invasion of space. In their social sphere, the norms for what is acceptable is different. And that doesn’t meant in the slightest that they’re less “civilised.” Some cultures in our world speak louder than others. Some cultures accept what most Western societies would describe as a “too close for comfort” distance when talking to one another. Some cultures go right for the kiss when they greet one another. 

Taking a culturally relativism standpoint, we can’t say one is more valid than the other. 

So in order to appeal to that, Holly Blue’s “get in your face” tactic may have been learned as well.

Seeing HBA’s as middle-level managers, I could see them acting differently if in case they were in charge of another group of gems, depending on the way they socialise. 

living-for-fiction  asked:

I have heard before that dogs do not like human "hugs" because they are restrictive. But my dog seems to love hugs and will regularly wriggle under my arm if I deny them to her. She panics when I stop actively hugging her. She is a former breeder rescue. I guess I just wonder if she demands restrictive hugs for that reason? She is very people-oriented and demands affection but I do not want to smother her.

Ah, but see, the difference between what your dog is doing and the way other experience ‘dog hugs’ is that your dog is initiating the restrict contact. Most people just walk up and hug a dog, and that’s a pretty major space invasion. I’d bet that if you walked up to her randomly and tried to hug her she’d be pretty miffed at you.

 Voluntary restrictive hugs that the dog initiates are fine - it’s when we don’t let them choose to engage that they’re a problem/ 

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Elsword mobile: Shadow of Luna

Information:

Elsword:Shadow of Luna is a full 3D mobile action RPG game developed by KoG’

-Our heroes are summoned to a new world called ‘Luna’. This game is about their adventures in this new world.

-Various contents including ‘Tower of Rules’, ‘Henir’s Time and Space’, ‘Invasion’

-Mechanics like ‘Avatar’ and ‘Classes’

– Can play all 6 ‘Heroes’ on one account.

– Can form flexible strategies by organizing parties with avatars containing various abilities and total of 36 ‘classes’

-First beta test planned on March (Only for android on beta test)

Who has had more victories, Zim or Dib?

Dib mentioned in a comic that he had finally won a battle from Zim for the first time. It made me curious about what their stance would actually be. So, because I have no life, I did some research to determine who ‘’won’’ in every Invader Zim episode, excluding the ones where they have next to no conflict (The frycook that came from all that space, invasion of the idiot dog brain etc). Let the battle begin!

  • The nightmare begins: Zim escapes Dib and wins. Zim 1, Dib 0. 
  • Nanozim: Dib literally poops Zim out. Obvious win for him. 1-1 
  • Parent-teacher night: I guess Zim wins? ‘Cause Dib fails to expose his fake parents? 2-1 
  • Dark harvest: Zim gets away with a body full of organs, Dib is left only able to moo. 3-1 
  • The wettening: Zim wins, although he does nearly drown in a toilet. 4-1
  • Career day: Again, a win for the space boy, as Dib can’t catch him moulting. He does get fired, though. 5-1
  • Rise of the Zitboy: Dib loses yet again, as Zim got the information he needed and he’s left to clean a class room filled with pus. Yuck. 6-1 
  • Bad, bad rubber piggy: Ah, a victory for Dibble! Happy to see him happy when he returns back to normal after literally dying in the episode. Zim is left with a piggy instead of a brain. 6-2 
  • A room with a Moose: Dib wins again! You go, boy! 6-3 
  • Bloaty’s Pizza Hog: I guess a win for Dib? More like a win for Gaz, but we’ll give it to him, for sibling love. 6-4 
  • Bolognius Maximus: A tie, nobody wins here. 6-4
  • Battle of the Planets: Perhaps their most epic fight! Although Dib can’t expose Zim, he still wins. 6-5. Dib’s catching up! 
  • Halloween spectacular of spooky doom: Zim breaks his spine, Dib has a lollipop. 6-6. 
  • Future Dib: A tricky one. Zim’s plan is spoiled, but Dib is trapped in a cage with a monkey for an eternity… I guess it goes to Zim! 7-6 
  • Megadoomer: ‘’Well, I liked that camera, but I guess this is a victory for me, eh. Or something. I’m going back to bed.’’ 7-7 
  • Dib’s wonderful life of doom: Dib’s hopes and dreams get crushed because he threw a muffin at Zim. 8-7 
  • Backseat drivers from beyond the stars: Dib scratches his butt as Zim’s brains are being sucked out his skull. 8-8 
  • Mortos der soulstealer: Although the conflict is not really revolved around them, Zim still wins. 9-8 
  • Zim eats waffles: Eh. Nobody wins here. Poor guys. 9-8 
  • The girl who cried gnome: Dib easily destroys Zim’s plan and the world (and the girl scout) are saved. 9-9 
  • Dibship rising: I… guess Dib wins?? But neither of them have a really happy ending. 9-10. Dib’s ahead for the first time! 
  • Vindicated: A clear win for Zim, he has new, cool stuff and meanwhile Dib loses his camera. 10-10 
  • The voting of the Doomed: Zim wins, but at least Dib’s got salted nuts. 11-10
  • The most horrible X-mas ever: Poor Dib gets beaten up, while he has done nothing wrong. 12-10

Zim wins with 12 to 10! Victory for Zim! 

Temptation / Saizo x MC

Kisses with Meaning Prompts

Anonymous 1: ear + saizo??
Anonymous 2: Ear for saizo
Anonymous 3: Back of Hand + Saizo!

  • Saizo + Ear (temptation) + Back of Hand (respect/love)

Pawn takes Pawn.

You want to see it. Just once. You won’t even know why standing as you are, a hair’s breadth away from him, only that he will look at you with those indiscriminate eyes and it’ll be the only thing coursing through your mind.

“And if you did? How would you teach me?”

His body is a perfect shadow, as if he’s left some essential part of himself at home. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so contained— barely there and silhouetted by the sun. He would snort if he knew your thoughts, but you think him a walking contradiction of night and day.

“Little lady, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

And there’ll be something in those eyes that gives you hope. A little twinkling. A precursor to what you’ve been craving ever since the day Yukimura fell off the roof and you heard the most beautiful throaty chuckle pour out of him, like honeyed milk oozing down your throat.

Though it should irk you how weak your knees go, you want to see it again. Hear it again. It’s why you’re here, why you’ve been in this perpetual dance with him ever since. You take one step forward, he takes two back. Always retreating.

“Humour me.”

His eyes crinkle.

Ah. Almost there.

He takes one step forward this time — how strange — voice so low you barely contain the shiver. “I would work you so hard, every day and night, you wouldn’t know how to get out of bed in the morning.”

It almost disappoints you how little he understands how this works. You need to teach him the steps, but in order to do that he needs to learn about you. Because it’s your dance too. You realise he doesn’t know you nearly as well as you know him, and the knowledge excites you even as you bite back a laugh.

Darling, you think, this might be our waltz but I’m dancing to win.

He kicks back, not realising you like kick back.

“Try me.”

And it’s a challenge. A dare. A promise.

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I M A G I N E 

“Y/N, this way!”

“Over here,Y/N!”

“Smile for me, baby!”

Shouts from the paparazzi came from every which way as you posed for the cameras. Flashes of bright lights practically blinded you as you held your hip with one hand and had the other dropped to your side. Those money-thirsty cameramen were yearning for your best angles as you kept walked the carpet alongside other celebrities. 

Your body was hugged with expense garments from designers with unpronounceable names. Jewelry of high gold  carats hung loosely on your body as they made sound every motion you took. Your hair and makeup was done within 4 hours to show you off to perfection. 

Being famous was very interesting for a few reasons. One being that you’ve never had so much attention before. Invasion of space was never a thing for an introvert like yourself. Because of this led to the other reason of your friends actually wanting you more. Being all rich and famous made you appealing, which made your friends want you around all the time. Especially for their Snapchat and Instagram stories. 

Another reason was being famous with people you used to go to school with. 

“Y/N?” You heard an Australian voice as you entered into the large theater. There were less paparazzi inside, but your guards were still at your tail. You turn a bit to see Calum Hood in your presence. Your old high school crush. 

“C-Calum?” You said quietly, watching as he detached himself from the rest of his lads to speak with you. He looked much more handsome than you recalled when the both of you attended school. He was wearing a lovely grey suit that made him look way too sexy for his own good. His dress shirt was a much lighter grey, complimented with a navy blue tie. Your eyes dropped down a little to see his fancy brown and Italian shoes protecting his feet nicely. 

“Like (your high school) Y/N?” Calum asked, his almond eyes wide and full of surprise. You nodded, feeling blood rush up to your cheeks as Calum dug his hands into his pockets. “Holy shit, it’s been so long!” 

“Uh yeah, it has,” you say shyly, holding onto your Prada purse tightly. The last time you saw the boy was in the middle of your last year in high school. He and his mates apparently were in a band and actually got noticed by Louis Tomlinson. That very last day, you pulled Calum aside when he was finally alone and confessed your feelings 

It was the most heartbreaking rejection you’ve ever felt. 

“You look… wow,” Calum breathed, eyeing you blatantly as you blushed even more. You admit that you developed pretty well since your high school years. Being the shy girl that nobody knew was easy, as you barely did a thing to impress. Glasses complimented by braces and shaggy clothing was your daily lifestyle. Nobody expected you to be a gifted singer. “S-sorry,” Calum realized, locking eyes with you once more as you blushed. 

“It’s alright, I don’t believe it either,” you admit, giggling nervously as you patted down your outfit. “I assume you’re performing, yeah?” You asked, watching as he nods his head. He quickly gave you a cheeky smile, making your heart stop in a snap. 

“How about you, Y/N? Are you someone’s guest?” Calum asked, feeling a little hurt. “You certainly don’t look like anybody’s guest in that outfit.”

“I’m actually performing, too,” you say quietly, having Calum look surprised once more. You smile shyly at him as you tucked a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I’m a solo artist.”

“Y-you are?” Calum asked, still shocked about it. 

“I actually won 2 Grammy’s,” you giggle, thinking fondly about your achievements. 

“What?” Calum was still astonished, staring at your wistfully as you smiled awkwardly at the ground. 

“Impressed?” You mumbled, feeling a bit of confidence strike you from speaking about your achievements. Calum nodded vigorously as he shrugged a bit. 

“Hey, uh,” Calum began, clearing his throat a bit before continuing. “You really do look fantastic tonight. You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you took the compliment quietly, still blushing from Calum’s kindness. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Though this isn’t very ‘punkrock’ of you.” 

“Watch my performance and you’ll see how punkrock I am!” Calum exclaimed, making you giggle. Calum looked at you with awe, feeling a sense of comfort from your shear laughter. This was a much different stare from the day you confessed to him. He held a gaze of pure horror until it turned into sorrow when he rejected you. Which was fair, considering he was going on tour and all. 

You never expected to see him again, so you confessed right then and there. 

“I’m excited for it,” you assured him, giving him a more confident smile. The two of you stared at each other for a bit before the workers of the award show insisting that you guys kept moving down the carpet. “Where are you sitting by the way?”

“Like the center-middle of the place,” Calum said. “How about you?” 

“Center-front,” you hummed, seeing Calum frown a bit. He then took out his phone and unlocked it. 

“Give me your number,” Calum said, taking you a bit by shock. You took out your phone while telling him your digits. You watched as he tapped in the number and put your name as the contact. “Just so we can text during the show. Because I know I’m gonna get bored.” 

“Aha, ditto,” you agree with a smile. Calum smiled at you until one of your guards informed you that you were parting ways. 

“Your queue?” Calum asked. 

“Mhm,” you nod disappointingly. Suddenly, Calum went up and gave you a light squeeze. Being in his arms felt so unfamiliar, but so comforting and safe. You never thought you’d ever hug him. But now, in his arms, anything really can happen. 

“See you around,” Calum said as he detached and gave you a wink. 

“B-bye,” you said quietly, waving him goodbye as you watched his disappearing silhouette. As you walked where you were guided, you immediately recieved a call from an anonymous number. 

“Hello?” You answered, holding the phone to your ear. 

“Hey beautiful,” Calum’s voice rang through the phone, making you blush once more without being in the flesh.