Some proof that Horde Prime was just max aura farming 24/7 is that his screens and UI are all ✨ aesthetic ✨. And it’s intentional. Bro could literally just stream everything through the hivemind but CHOOSES to have shit on display, including the holograms that his armored fingers make. Genuinely, exactly how often before Etheria came out of despondos was this guy having people on board? There was no one else on the ship, or at least no one that was integral enough to his work to show. Entrapta, Bow, Catra, and Glimmer also never found or mentioned anyone else being on board.
And back to his screens. His fucking peacock shaped cathedral window OLEDs because yeah, the man was PEACOCKING! They have this pretty subdued rainbowy pattern on them but that’s not the natural state of the screen. We see the screens power off when he punches them or other times when they’re damaged and the pattern goes away. So bro just has like a custom screensaver running 24/7 for the heck of it.
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Some old outdated doodles of my main weapon/source of power in my HBOND X OCVERSE Dr.
The p.a.c.c: portable artillery combat compact. it's predecessor being the P.l.s system: portable life support system. Both are invented by unitonians, but for very different reasons. One is a black market performance enhancer that ultimately causes a complete erosion of the circulatory system and the digestive tract through the slow dissolving of the body via acid (called bubblegum syndrome because the smell of the burning is similar to strawberry bubblegum, but also because it turns the internal organs into a pink stretchy elastic mess) both utilized heavily filtered "Unitonian fluid," which makes any human pretty much immortal (until the natural effects of long term usage set it of course) and incredibly powerful if utilized correctly. Both utilize this fluid via heavy monitoring and filtration, and considering the fluid causes rapid healing, both devices make sure to provide plenty of fluids and calories to prevent exhaustion from such rapid restoration.
Fandom/Ship: Smallville/DCU - Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 9,035
Warnings and Tags: friends to enemies to friends to lovers, getting together, communication, temporal technology, villain Lex Luthor, Lex Luthor knows who Superman is, time freeze, coffee shop, talking it out, manipulation
Summary: After Clark stumbles onto a smell coffee shop, he is more surprised than he should be that Lex follows him, and even more so when Lex continues meeting him there.
Author Note: Oh man, this took longer than I thought and became way longer than I thought it would. But! I finished it late as it is, but done. Written for @fanficocean April Coffee Shop Challenge for the prompt: Magic (Alien) Coffee Shop where time stop when you enter. Happy Reading!
Read a snipping from, Chapter One of The Break Room, Rated Teen, below or read the full story on my Ao3.
*note, this story (and all of my others) on Ao3 is locked for registered Ao3 users.
The Break Room
A story Clark had never published had brought him there originally. The coffee shop had spawned what seemed like hundreds of rumors, enough that it would have filled Chloe's old wall. He had done his due diligence investigating each rumor before visiting the shop, but nothing had prepared him for leaving the shop he felt he had spent hours in only to look at his watch and see that no time had passed.
The dark haired man had stared at his watch for minutes, trying to make sense of the unchanged time, before doing a double take at the shop and apartment above it. He came back time and time again since then, investigating the void in space time. However, the more time he spent there, the more Clark felt the situation didn't need Superman nor a mild-mannered reporter poking about.
The owner was kind, a fellow alien, and a magic user who lived above the shop with specially dry roasted beans. They baked homemade sweets every day and kept the store suspended in time with a piece of their home world. They didn't mean any harm, it was just their people's way of relaxing. Upon arriving and getting settled, Het'thie had felt bound to continue the tradition of offering a rest stop without time nor consequence. A bit of respite for Metropolis’s weary citizens.
It was a service that, over the next few months, Clark took reprieve after discovering the tucked away shop. The shop became the one place Clark could sit and relax without guilt overwhelming him. When he was at the Break Room, he could collect himself and rest assured that the world would still be there whenever he decided to leave. He came so often that most of the regulars knew him now, and the shop owner always knew his order before he placed it.
"Another mocha latte and a sandwich, Mr. Kent?" Het'thie asked with a smile, hands already moving to prepare his drink.
"Please, an egg and cheese sandwich this time? I skipped breakfast," Clark said with a smile as he pulled out his card.
"Best not to make a habit of that," they said with a shake of their head. "Everyone needs fuel."
"Now you sound like my mother." Clark chuckled as he paid.
"She's right," they retorted with a wide smile. "Go sit," chin raising to jerk toward the sun-drenched sitting area Clark preferred, "I'll bring it over."
"Thanks, Het," Clark said, already feeling the weight of the last few days fading away.
A sigh left the brunette as he took up his favorite armchair, taking off his messenger bag and putting it on the table that sat between two armchairs. Clark let his broad shoulders sink into the cushioned raised back, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. It was his routine here, ordering, then sinking into the quiet of the café without the sounds of the city, and relaxing into it until Het'thie came with his food. After eating, Clark varied on what he did, from reading a book, or listening to music he normally didn't have the time to, or just sitting and enjoying the warm and welcoming atmosphere within the shop.
Clark was drinking in the unusual sound of only the people within the room and the light music that Het'thie played to fill the sitting areas, when footsteps broke it. The sound of them was too familiar to disregard, but tried to ignore it until the voice that went with the confident gait spoke.
"So, Mr. Kent, this is where you've been sequestering yourself?"
My dad's been looking for this thing for 30 years, and Jim Valenti had it all along.
What are you gonna do with it?
I'm gonna give it to him. I want to see what he does with it once he's got it. Look, if it didn't fit in your console, then it fits somewhere else. My dad could lead us there.
Your dad hunts aliens, Alex. He'll lead my family right off a cliff.
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Today’s stream was quiet but fun. Worked on this background (and the requested distressed piggies) to prep for the battle scene I’ll keep working on tomorrow. Next update to this should have Zim and perhaps Dib hanging around!
Oh! Another thing Plumbers do that they really, really, really shouldn’t, is let their retired members keep Plumbers issued equipment (such as Null Void projectors and highly lethal weapons).
I just feel like a responsible “peace keeping” organization would insist that members give all that extremely dangerous tech back when an officer leaves the force...