Making the World Safer for True Humans

“Well.” Rally let out a speculative huff. “Not entirely sure…” he admitted. “I’m not normally the one in charge of thinking things through… But I know if we let you go; we’d be aiding and abetting a criminal, but you’ve already broken out of Tartarus. Something tells me you would do it again if we just took you back…”

He narrows his eyes for a moment. “I also don’t entirely agree with the way Tartarus does things… But I doubt that would be a surprise.” Rally let out a sigh and laid his head back against the sofa. “But we promised we wouldn’t turn you in while you were here. Get some rest… While you can…”

Katherine yelped as she dove to pick up Lenta again. Now it seemed like she didn’t have a choice. Poor Lenta needed someplace safe and warm to go home to– even if it was just for a bit.

Joint. Joint was at her apartment, right?

Like a worried mother, Katherine pulled Lenta up and onto her shoulder, patting her back reassuringly as she ran home. She had originally taken a ride to that side of town… It took her nearly an hour to run home with a child on her chest.

The sight of her apartment was almost too tempting a relaxation. Katherine could fall asleep on the couch and go to bed there… But no. She had to find Joint.

She set Lenta down on the sofa, then ambled about. “Joiiint… Joint?”

But no Joint could be found.

Spurred by a sudden burst of worry, Katherine went to her closet and collected her gear.

One hundred yards from the warehouse, hidden by the treeline and bushes, the team gathered around an infrared display.  This should be easy.  They had done this kind of mission over two dozen times. The transport was just out of sight and had all the containment gear to restrain the Hero Killer once they extracted him.  “About twenty-five to thirty people on the ground level and two on the second floor.  This means we have to move quickly and hit hard.  Shoot first and sort things out later.  We need to be in and out before we are mobbed.   Heckler.  Benelli.  Ruger.  You three hit the crowd.  Gas em.  Flash grenades.  Use the howlers too.  That should cover any noise we make.   Steyr.  Mossberg.  You two with me.  Trank the hell out of that monster and whoever is with him.  I want this done fast and as quietly as possible.”

On their mark, a few seconds before he and his team hit the windows, the first attack went off.  The pandemonium from the first level muffled the sound of them forcefully entering the building.  As expected Stain was up and moving but that was not his concern.  What did concern Cpt. Crochran was Where was the second man?  That was his target.

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Julian moaned and writhed as he felt the tentacle move over him. He licked and nipped at GC’s neck. Loving the feeling of GC over him, touching him, loving on him.  Julian lifted his hips up as best he could when he felt GC tease his opening. He could feel every bump and curve of the tentadick, moaning and gasping as he was teased. “Y..Yes this please!!” Julian could feel more of GC’s tentacles slide up him and lift him up, he gasped in confusion, but it was good to have the weight off of his back.  The wolf demon threw his head back and howled in pleasure as GC thrust in to him, this is what he needed it! He wasn’t making coherent sounds as GC talked dirty in his ear, only gaspy breaths and guttural moans.

He felt something touch the side of his face and he opened his eyes to see one of GC’s long tentacles petting the side of his face. He latched on to his sucking it greedily, he had wanted to taste GC and he wasn’t going to pass this up.He bucked his hips as best he could in time with GC’s he wanted this to last but he was hurting from all the torture that Star and Cumin delivered to him. Maybe some mind numbing sex would help distract form the pain, it seemed to be working so far.   With his a free hand reached down and started to tease his neglected dick, he could feel his knot start to swell as he got close to the edge. “Yes Yours!” He moaned loudly then bit GC hard in on his mate mark.  

He loved all the sounds Julian was making.  As he thrust into his mate’s heat, GC was overwhelmed by how good it felt.  Jules was so warm and wet.  Squeezing his tentadick.  He wanted to feel more.  Slowly he pulled out, feeling how Julian's walls clenched at him.  Sucked at his tentacles.  Then he thrust in again.  Feeling those tight walls accommodate his engorged bulk.  Each time he thrust in and pulled out he went a little faster or changed his angle just a bit.  It all felt so good!

Even better was the sounds of joy and pleasure Julian was making.  Gone were the sounds of pain.  The little hisses when he breathed or whimpers when he hesitantly moved.  All that was gone.  Julian bucked and rocked in his hold. Moaning and making sweet sounds of pleasure.  Wanting to hear more, GC thrust faster.  His own moans joining in as Julian sucked on one of his feelers.  Both of their sounds desperate and needy.   Julian’s sucking hot mouth mimicked the moist heat below.  Too soon his own movements blended.  Thrusting into Julian’s tight cunt as he pulled out of his mouth.  Bouncing the small male between his appendages. This only made Jules moan louder.  

Watching Julian rub his own cock was sexy.  GC found it hard to think.  All he wanted was to feel good.  Growling at the idea he wasn’t pleasuring his mate enough, GC’s other tentacles joined in.  One bumpy one wrapped around Julian’s cock, forcing his hand away.  Coiling around and writhing along the length, the head of the tentacle reared back, opening its maw and latched onto the head to suck it down.  His little thin feelers secreting a slick greasy substance flicked and teased Julian’s tiny little hole.  Wiggling in and squirming about making his ass open wider so more of the feelers could force their way in.

Julian loved the sound GC was making as much as he love the feeling of his hands on him. His mind was in a heat filled fog so at first he didn’t quite understand what his fingers were feeling, tilted his head to the side so he could see under GC. He he let out a little gasp he had not been expecting that, tentacles? He looked up at GC, he looked so scared, Julian didn’t like that look on him. He slowly started to pet the tentacles that his fingers could reach, they were unusual but so was GC, and he loved GC, all of him. He thought they were cute. “Is this why you were so reluctant to let me see? I like them, a lot.” Julian said before nuzzling in kissing him on the neck. Julian’s fingers continued to play with them feeling each one, there seemed to be a lot of them. He wished he had the strength to do more than let GC have his way with him, he licked his lips he wanted to taste him like he hed done to him. That thought alone sent a shock of pleasure through him. “GC…” He panted hotly in his ear. His voice was needy as he played with and teased him. He could feel even more tentacles emerging. He bucked his hips up grinding on GC so he could feel how much he wanted him. “Let me make you feel good too.”He nibbled on his neck and his free hand rubbed his back pulling him closer, he knew he couldn’t do much but if he got some relief then maybe he could sleep and heal some. Then he could better love on GC better. He pushed all his love through the bond, GC may not know what love was, but damn it he was going to make sure he felt it. ‘I love you.’ He thought and even though his mind was foggy with lust it was only for GC. He pushed his fingers in deeper, petting the smaller tentacles making sure they got attention too. “I want you in me.” The fire in him was getting to be to much, he needed his mate.

Her tail twitched at the sound of the door sliding open, and Caulil had jumped to her feet and attempted to shift her body into a defensive stance, although that was easier said than done with a bum ankle. Her upper lip curled, smelling them come closer. Cumin’s words held a certain venomous tone, and she sensed a presence right in front of her. Before she could think to pull back, Caulil was struck, and for a moment both of her arms fell numb. She crumbled to her knees, and the Saiyaness growled before letting out a sharp yelp of pain. Her ankle! Caulil’s hand twitched and she swung, trying to slap off who over had attacked her. Just as she did, however, she felt a shock, and Caulil fell forward.

Her whole body now felt numb, and it was reminiscent of the times the Orrackian would use their electric batons to punish her and the other Saiyans. She twitched uncontrollably on the ground, and her eyes watered involuntarily. Caulil could only make small noises as she was lifted onto the gurney, and her muscles twitched as she was poked and cut with different instruments to gather samples. After they had what they wanted, she was pushed off the gurney, and Caulil landed with a hard thud on the ground. She groaned, and the muscles in her leg twitched at Cumin’s sickening soft touch. He was disgusting… She would so much rather be on Orrack than this place.

Hours passed, and Caulil hadn’t moved from where she laid on the floor. Even with Cree’s attempts to move it her it didn’t help, Caulil refused to put in any effort. What was the point? She was far too weak, her energy was drained…. But damn it all, she was so frustrated with herself! How could she be so weak?!? She was supposed to be a champion! An undefeated warrior! And yet these Earthlings… They were more blood thirsty than the beasts she has killed in the Arena. If she couldn’t get back to full strength, how was she to overcome them?

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How long has it been now? A week?

Caulil sat on the small bed of her cell, rubbing her ankle. It had been almost a week since it was shattered, but amazingly it was already nearly healed. A Saiyan’s ability to heal in such short a time was amazing, wasn’t it? Well, actually, it wasn’t completely her own doing. While a Saiyan didn’t take long to heal, she owed most of her healing ability to the Orrackians. When she was first captured and brought to that planet, they had decided to boost their healing capabilities so that they could get back to battling in the arena without delay. All it took was one simple injection to modify their immune system…. and that 70% success rate. 

No, it wasn’t perfect. There was a 30% chance of failure, ultimately resulting in the death of the Saiyan. However, that didn’t matter to the Orrackians. They saw it as a way to weed out the useless ones. Caulil had been an extremely lucky 2 year old, but it had scared her to watch others around her age die right in front of her.

‘I can put some pressure on it, that’s good,’ She thought, then moved her hand in front of her face. Although the rest of her body was healing, her eyes had yet to be useful again. ‘I wonder if they’ll ever heal…’ she wondered with a sigh. She lowered her hand just before hearing a bell, and Caulil raised her head in response. “Cree?” she said aloud. “That you?”

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“She’s healing even faster than we calculated, Doctor Star,” A woman stated as she looked over the Saiyaness’s recent charts. “The recent x-rays are showing that her bones have healed near perfectly, and it’s only been a week. From what I recall from our other Saiyan tests subjects, similar injuries took almost three times as long, correct?” The female scientist tapped her cheek thoughtfully. “Could it be because she’s a female?” She happened to look down, spotting a red smudge on her badge. The woman scrunched up her nose and grabbed a tissue. Honestly she hated being dirty, but no matter how hard she tried it always seemed like at least one of those filthy children were going to get something on her. She wiped away the blood from her name, “Dr. Angela Boreal”. 

☣  Cre’ori had stopped just outside the cell to put on her anklet that made chimes.  It would allow the blind Saiyaness to know it was her and where she was.  Slipping into the cell she dragged a haunch of meat she was able to trade for.  “Yes, Mistress I brought you food.”  Dragging the meat over to the Saiyaness, she left it in arms reach knowing Caulil could smell it.  Cree had seen her Mistress checking herself out.  It was easy to understand her frustrations.  It was hard feeling useless from pain.  She moved over to her Ladie’s ankle.  It was healing nicely.  She felt around the discoloration.  She didn't feel any bone fragments of cracks.  It had been shattered only been a few days!  Her Mistress was amazing.  The only thing that refused to heal was her eyes.  To not be able to see especially in this place must be a nightmare.  Cree scampered up Caulil leg.  Mistress will be running.. ack!”  

A weight hit her, sending Cree crashing to the floor.  Landing with Legic on her chest knocked the wind out of her.  She couldn’t move.  She was pinned.  Suddenly he lifted her up in one swift motion and chucked her across the room.  Pain exploded as she slammed into the bars with a sickening crunch.  She made a squelchy noise as she slid to the ground.  The smell of blood was strong!  Who was bleeding?  Why was everything so dark?  Why couldn’t she feel anything? Legic laughed as he dodged the Saiyaness swipe at him.  He was way too fast for her to catch.  “Stupid, slow mammal.  Stay out of this.   Cre’ori never should have chosen you!  You are not worthy of that gift!  When Dr Star ends you, Cre’ori will serve another.  One that is worthy of such an honor!  Spitting in Caulil’s face to torment her.

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She looked down at him in time to hear his questions, though it didn’t stop her story. Only when she finished, did she actually decide to answer.

“Raditz was a mama’s boy. He always wanted to get stronger, but he would do anything I asked him to. He had such the cutest smile. “ she giggled. “Most Saiyans have a temper, but his didn’t seem too bad. Yes, I’ve seen him throw a tantrum, but it wasn’t ever anything I couldn’t handle. I think he was different because he was so happy toward me. Most children never really liked their parents, but then again, most didn’t care for children. As for how he died…. I don’t know.” She looked away. “…I don’t know about his adult life at all. I…I sent both him and Kakarot away to protect them from a tyrant that murdered our race and I don’t want him to die. I never did… So I never figured out what happened to him.”

She exhaled, struggling not to be so upset. “Bardock was the strongest Saiyan I’ve ever met. Outside of the Royal family, of course… I couldn’t tell you how he got so strong, but I loved that fact. He could always protect me.. And if he could protect me, he could protect my family. I’ll bet that-” she stopped, feeling him relax in her arms.

So he fell asleep… He was so cute when he slept. She watched him silently, a soft smile on her lips. She gently ran her fingers through his mohawk, keeping him close and hopefully, keeping him asleep. “Goodnight little monkey. Mama will be here when you wake up, I promise.”

@julian-the-healer

I want to tell you guys a story.

A few years ago, I came out to my mom the morning after my senior prom. She was surprised, then quiet, then asked what my real orientation was. I said, “I have no idea, but I like this one girl.” She was a little confused, but she kissed me and said, “As long as she makes you happy.” For the next few weeks, she asked a lot of questions: when did I realize? What was my new girlfriend’s orientation? What was the word for this or that? I WAS happy, right?

Fast forward about two years. My mom sits me down and tells me that she needs my help with her next book. She’s been writing middle-grade girls’ books (like, 9-14 range) since I was eight, and she says she has an idea that she really, really wants to get right. It follows the plot of Romeo and Juliet, she says, and the main character is a twelve-year-old girl realizing she has a crush on another girl when they put on the play for English class.

Fast forward another year to now. STAR-CROSSED is about to come out, and it is absolutely amazing.

My mom has poured her heart and soul into making sure this is a positive thing for kids to read. I’ve been reading and editing and helping with this book since its first draft and I’ve been, metaphorically and sometimes literally bouncing up and down on my heels, waiting to be able to tell people about it. It’s beyond sweet, and there’s a ton of Shakespeare and humor and goofy preteen drama and twelve-year-old girls flirting and Star Wars jokes and a glossary of Shakespearean insults in the back (yes, really), and it’s just so fun and positive and smart and I want to show it to every kid I know.

This book is for LGBT kids, written by a mom who has asked questions and done her research and tried as hard as she possibly could to make her own queer kid feel safe and loved and valid, and it REALLY shows. Mattie (the cutie on the left) and Gemma (the cutie on the right) are given space to learn about themselves, and ultimately they don’t have to figure themselves out right away or come out to everyone at once or choose a label. They’re kids. It’s okay to still be figuring things out. It’s okay. 

Fun facts: 

My mom said from the beginning she wanted both girls on the cover to make it clear what the book was about; then when they got the final artwork and Mattie’s hair was short, my mom wrote back and asked the artist to do the hair over to make it as obvious as possible that Mattie is a girl. 

When a few people started buzzing about Mattie being the youngest bisexual protagonist they’ve seen, she went back and changed passages to confirm that Mattie likes boys and girls. 

When I asked for a happier and less ambiguous ending scene, she set Mattie and Gemma up on a frigging date. 

The is only ONE other middle grade (ages 8-12) fiction book I know of with a bisexual protagonist and that is Trials of Apollo by Rick Riordan.  The field of bi characters in childrens lit will DOUBLE with this book. 

Kiss Prompt #22: surprise kiss for @claire-deluneee

Namek’s Nymph

Where was that goddamn dragon ball? He was sure he had left it in the waters around here somewhere, but then again, all these blasted lakes looked the fucking same on this godforsaken backwater planet, didn’t they? To hell with this stupid world. Vegeta would be happy if he never heard the name ‘Namek’ again.

Fuck. It wasn’t here, that much was clear, but the dragon ball couldn’t have just disappeared. Perhaps the current was stronger than he had given it credit for, and the ball had drifted elsewhere, down some underwater channel? Or maybe there was life in the water, some creature that had disturbed the resting place of the ball? Even now, some tentacled beast could be dragging the ball off to some greater depths…

Great, just great. He was going to have to chase the damn ball down all over again. Vegeta’s only consolation was that no one else knew where the fucking thing was, and probably didn’t consider that it might be lost in the water. That gave him the advantage, for now.

Vegeta looked around the bottom of the lake where he had secreted the dragon ball had been, but he couldn’t see any tracks or clues as to its whereabouts. Cursing, he flew out of the water, blasting himself dry in an instant with his ki. He hung in the air, and closed his eyes, calming his inner self.

He reached out, feeling…

On the edges of his newly acquired ability to feel out ki signatures, Vegeta sensed a life form. It was barely more than a frog, but with no other leads to go on, Vegeta flew off in that direction.

It didn’t take long for him to spot the creature, a stark difference against the blue grass and green waters of Namek. She was clearly female. She wore a strange yellow and black outfit, and her hair was the most peculiar aqua. She was lying by the edge of a lake, her fingertips trailing in the water, her gaze unfocused, her mind elsewhere. Vegeta hung in the air at a safe distance and watched, assessing. Her ki was pathetically low, but he was more than aware by now that beings could mask their power levels. And this female stood out like a very sore, very suspicious thumb; she wasn’t Namekian, that was for sure. So what was she? Her posture was completely relaxed, unconcerned by any dangers that might be lurking. Was she ignorant of them, or so powerful that she didn’t care? She certainly appeared fey. Did she harbor some kind of strange powers? And what was with her unusual coloring?

A memory came back to him. Stories of blue sprites, water nymphs and the like. He had never seen one before, only heard tales of them living on far off distant planets. Tricky things they were; playing pranks, and stealing a man’s purse, or his virginity, whatever took their fancy. Vegeta smirked. She would be shit of luck on both accounts. Still, he would need to be careful. Nymphs supposedly had hidden magic, and if the rumors were true, could be enslaved with a kiss. Vegeta cared for none of that, but what he did care for was a nymph’s proclivity for shiny things. Such as a certain shiny dragon ball…

Julian wanted to answer him but at the moment all he could do was pant and moan. What GC was doing was mind blowing and he couldn’t even form simple sentences. He only wished he could return the feelings of pleasure GC was causing him. It was almost enough to mask the pain he was in. He could feel the pleasure building up as GC took him in his mouth and let his tongue do all the work. Julian arched up into his mouth, trying to ignore the pain in his back.  

He groaned, he really needed to work on GC’s dirty talk, but at the moment he didn’t care. With a loud almost howl he came hard, bucking his hips up trying to ride out the pleasure for a long as he could as GC sucked him dry. He was seeing stars in his vision as he basked in the after glow of such an intense orgasm.  He laid spread out on a mound of pillows and the the sight of GC between his legs made a burst of need spread through him again.

Julian wanted more of him, NEEDED more of him. he wanted to feel him in him and to give him the same pleasure he was getting. Using his tail he tried to pull GC on top of him. “GC?” Julian’s voice was just a whisper, “I need more please?” came is needy plea. He bit him hard on his mark then licked at it lovingly. Julian’s hands explored his chest and the seams in his armor around his waist. Julian could feel the pleasure from the bite through the bite and arched his hips in to GC, hoping he would get the idea. His mind was too fogged over to fully articulate what he needed he just hoped GC would get it.

His heat was strong and he felt like he was melting he just needed his mate to make it better that’s all he wanted. That and making him feel good, he pushed all the feelings and desires through the bond, trying to let GC know how much he loved and wanted him. He showered what he could reach in kisses, nibbles and love bites.

☣  Complying with Julian directions given via his tail, GC lowered himself so he was looming over his mate.  His whispers were adorable, so soft and full of unspoken desires that it made the android smile.  That smirk faded as Julian’s teeth sank into his flesh and lights exploded behind his eyes.  GC hissed from the small erotic pain turned pleasure as Julian’s soft talented tongue grazed over the sensitive mark.  Julian’s desires became apparent as the smaller thrust up to grind himself against his groinal plate while his fingers slipped into the seams between the armor plates, pulling lightly.   “Demanding little thing aren’t you.”  GC chuckled into Julian ear.  He was enjoying the increasingly frantic nibbles and kisses from his mate as he lowered himself so he was pressing Julian into the mattress.  “Jules,  I don’t think we are compatible.  Sexual reproduction was not a priority when Star designed me.  I am a Frankenstein’s Monster of over a dozen alien races.  I ummm don’t have that bit.  But I may have an idea .... He intended to lick and nibble his way down but then he was hit with Julian’s needs and desires so strongly, his own body didn’t understand that the feeling came from the bond and reacted.  Inside he tightened, heart racing as a euphoric feeling raced over his skin.  Making all the placed Julian touched tingle.  Inside he was swelling.  Things shifted about and became too tight.  Julian thrusting up into him made things worse.  Fingers tickling, exploring..  “Julian... I..” 

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