Alien

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DON'T LEAVE YET! YOU CAN REQUEST WRITING FROM ME!..hah...

Feel free to call me "Alien"! Simple enough word! ...no other meaning to it. I'm not an alien. As a alien rusty writer, don't expect the best! Haven't been on tumblr for years, hah.

There'll be a cool inbox button if you click my blog. Modern technology!

But ahh...one rule-- Only lesbian ships.

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Requests: OPEN!

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I CAN DO!

★Fanfics with YOUR ocs/characters! Yes! YOURS!

★X readers/ocs!

★ Oneshots, Short fanfics, and scenarios

★ I do allow extra details such as x chubby reader, x non-binary, x asexual, x female reader, and stuff like that!

★ I do poly relationships!

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I WILL NOT DO.

★ Pedophilia

★ Any heavy topics such as RA,SA,suicide,self harm, Ect.

★ Weird fetishes

★ Anything just downright morally disgusting.

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FANDOMS!

(I know you've all been waiting for this one)

★ She-ra and The Princesses of Power(2018)

★ Creepypasta

★ DC Characters!

★Steven Universe

★Overwatch

★Apex Legends

★Beastars

★Marvel

★ Cookie Run Kingdom

★The boys

★More will be added, I'm sure. Feel free to request any other fandoms.

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Please be specific if you want a fanfic, oneshot, scenario:)

If you're more interested in reading it on AO3, here it is!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87457541

Fandom: Interstellar Muse! On Webtoon. :)

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Earth was full of noise. Theia’s acoustic hypersensitivity was starting to get used to it–sort of. What she wasn’t used to now however, was the lack of keyboard clacking from Stella’s office. At 17:00 hours, Stella's routine predicted the tapping of keys. There was no tapping to be heard whatsoever. Instead, the floorboards groaned beneath Stella's pacing. A chair creaked. Silence. Then another creak as Stella sat down—only to stand again seconds later, as if the seat had burned her. Abnormal. Even for Stella.

Theia stayed in her kneeling position in front of her ship–still carrying heavy alien pipes– but craned her neck just enough to catch the office window. 

No use. The curtains were closed. 

Theia returned to aligning the pipes. Three seconds later, she realized she had tightened the same coupling twice.

She paused.

The sounds from the office had diverted her attention again.

With an almost inaudible huff, Theia found herself abandoning what she was working on to enter the house. She expected to see Stella doing anything but slumped over, looking into the fridge. Although, it looked more like staring blankly than really searching for any type of sustenance. Stella didn’t even look up once Theia entered.

Suddenly, Stella’s voice ripped Theia out of her internal processing, “Hey. Need something?” Stella wasn’t even looking at her as she spoke, instead preferring to sluggishly grab a gallon of orange juice. Even lifting the gallon of orange juice seemed to take more effort than it should have. Theia simply stood there for a long moment, observing Stella. This was odd. Very odd.

After a few more moments of observation, Theia finally spoke. “Has your operating condition changed?”

Stella slowly blinked before finally turning around to look at Theia, newly poured cup of orange juice in hand, “...What?”

Theia paused for a moment. Maybe rephrasing was necessary. No…maybe mirroring human behavior was necessary. When Theia spoke,the phrasing came out wrong—too precise, too unfamiliar, like it had been assembled instead of spoken. “Are you okay?”

Stella’s expression shifted—something tight and uncertain, like she didn’t know which reaction to choose. Was she uncomfortable? Did she make her uncomfortable? Stella only stared at her with the same expression. Theia searched Stella’s face for any sign of something familiar. Once. Twice. Even three times. 

“So…uh, just gonna stare at each other?” Theia blinked once.

“I am observing inconsistencies.” “...In me?”

“Yes.”

Stella shifted her weight awkwardly, “...Okay, That’s not– usually how people say things.”

Theia looked Stella up and down, silence taking over the conversation once again for a moment, “Your behavioral output does not match previous baseline.”

“..Can you quit saying it like I’m a malfunctioning appliance?”

Theia stepped closer, “That interpretation is imprecise. I simply require clarification.”

Pause.

“Can you like…do it from a further distance?” “Distance does not affect cognitive analysis.” Stella laughed once, a little too quickly. “It kind of does for me.”

There was a brief moment of internal processing on Theia’s face until finally, she stepped back. “Is this distance now optimal?”

Stella sighed, half relief, half exasperation in knowledge of what was about to come. “Yeah. That’s…better.”

If you're more interested in reading it on AO3, here it is!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87457541

Fandom: Interstellar Muse! On Webtoon. :)

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Stella was finally back to writing again, typing away at her keyboard when–

The door creaked open. Stella was sort of getting used to this.

“Theia, would you please just kno–”

Stella hardly got to finish her sentence, pivoting in her chair to face Theia . 

“I have prepared additional questions.” 

In Theia’s hands were…Stella’s own unused notebook and Stella’s pen.   Fair enough, it was all Stella’s. Not like an alien would arrive on Earth already owning personal stationery materials. However, the sight made Stella immediately want to drop her head onto her keyboard. 

Unfortunately, Theia was quick to cross the room to open the notebook right in Stella’s face, forcing Stella to blink rapidly to refocus. The notebook quite literally physically blocked her from looking anywhere else.

“Every question in this notebook will focus on emotional causality. Please respond accurately.” 

Stella very quickly realized that this was not going to be a conversation anymore. She supposed it was fair, considering the interrogation she had given the scout not too long ago–but it hadn’t been this intense.

Theia quite easily pulled Stella out her thoughts with a clinical tap on the first question on the paper.

What is the purpose of a compliment?

Stella took a brief moment to think on it, hand already reaching for her chin in thought.

“That’s…Well– It depends– It’s contextual.”

“So high variability requires deeper classification?”

“Something like that.”

Theia stared blankly for a split second before sharply nodding. It was then Theia slid her finger down to the second question and tapped it once again. The tapping was starting to grate on nerves Stella didn’t even know she had.

2. Does physical proximity reduce uncertainty in relational status?

Stella squinted at it. This one was easier, at least.

“Well, for most people, sure.”

“Sure?”

“Yes, Theia. Yes. It does.” Stella deadpanned.

Stella wasn’t sure if Theia was just brushing past signs of irritation or simply being oblivious when she slid her finger down to the next question once again without preamble.

3. Do you consider my presence beneficial or disruptive?

Well, damn. Guess the third time is really a charm. 

“That’s not a fair question.” “Why?”

Stella sputtered for a moment before spitting out, “Well–well, because people aren’t… single-variable inputs.”

Stella finally rubbed her face in a moment of pure frustration(?), “Okay. You make things harder sometimes. Like, objectively. But also–”

She gestured vaguely, “...I don’t think I’d call that bad.”

Stella winced immediately–immensely regretting how that sounded. 

“Not that I want things harder. I just–ugh.”

Theia paused, slowly lowering the book. Stella might be crazy, but she could have sworn she Theia felt…less immediate than before. It was quiet after that for a brief moment. Was Theia averting eye contact? It took a lot out of Stella to not smile or chuckle at that.

Stella decided to push her luck and lean into it, maybe a bit too cheekily,, “How about you? Do you consider my presence beneficial or disruptive?”

Theia was quiet for a second.

“The question is improperly framed.”

“Oh my god…,” Stella muttered. “How so?”

“This question cannot produce a reliable output because it compares non-equivalent datasets.” Stella raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Stella sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face in the process, “Well–”

“I must return to the ship.”

“...What–?”

“Immediately.”

Stella got up herself as Theia set up to leave, leaving the notebook with Stella, “To do what?”

“A required maintenance condition has triggered.”

“...going to the scout cleanser?”

“Positive.” was all Stella got from Theia before the scout practically sped-walked out the office.

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