#biospace

The Cranoceros is a large quadrupedal species inhabiting the marshy plains and humid forests of the planet Lopotamiar.

A huge thank to @halann-dee for this commission, which brings a beautiful representation of this species from my universe and makes it feel even more real.

Biospace Entry PLM : [Planet Lopotamiar Megafauna] :

Its anatomy combines a slender skeletal structure with soft, glossy external tissues, traversed by fine translucent veins. The back is dominated by a thick spiral mineralized structure, a true multifunctional dorsal organ. This hollow, shell-like mass stores absorbed water, concentrates liquid nutrient reserves, and feeds a network of secretory glands producing a dense mucus that protects the skin against dehydration and microorganisms. The body surface often displays diffuse pigmentation in soft, luminous tones, varying according to diet and the mineral composition of the environment.

The head is extended by two large branched outgrowths, known as “antlers,” made of a composite organo-mineral material that also forms the shell structure. Each branch indicates the individual’s age, ranging from 20–30 years in the wild to 50–60 years in captivity; the current record is 71 years. Their growth depends directly on the individual’s physiological status and accumulated resources. These structures serve as weapons during seasonal confrontations, but also as tools for moving loose soil or clearing dense vegetation.

At the front of the mouth, two flexible prehensile appendages allow the animal to grasp and tear the leaves it feeds on. Feeding relies on a double-opposed radula-like oral apparatus: two opposing denticulated scraping surfaces operate in inverse rotational motion, breaking down plant matter before slow digestion through internal fermentation.

The species exhibits a sequential hermaphroditic reproductive system dependent on seasonal hierarchy. Outside the breeding period, all individuals possess a neutral reproductive potential. As the wet season approaches, individuals developing the largest and most robust antlers enter a dominant hormonal phase and become functionally male. The others, after a fighting insemination, temporarily adopt a female role. Ritual combat consists of horizontal head thrusts directed toward the opponent’s sexual organ, located at the end of the jaw. After fertilization, the eggs migrate to a semi-transparent cervical membrane along the neck, forming an external incubatory pouch where embryos are visible through the skin. When development reaches an advanced stage, the individual digs a deep burrow using its antlers and forelimbs. The eggs are deposited in a moist chamber lined with protective mucus that maintains constant hydration until hatching.

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hi seeunvs! we dont do bios that include languages as symbols so i made one w/o any, i hope u like it! btw "pr" stands for pronouns and "00" is just a random number for u to change :)

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For anyone who doesn't know, Dred is a s5 Will from my fic slightly delayed. So don't be confused when I literally never refer to him as Dred in this. This little scene takes place after that fic.

Will’s searching hand lands on Jemma’s bare bum, then travels up her back, finding her shoulder blades, her hair, and then-

“Ah!” she cries out when he falls half on the mattress and half on her. She rolls out from under the tangle of arms and legs and laughs into the darkness while Will curses beside her. The familiar foul language is peppered with foreign words she doesn’t know, alien languages she’s only just beginning to gain a familiarity with.

“You okay?” he asks. His hand has taken to searching again and she grabs it, settling it on her stomach.

“Fine, you only startled me.” She shimmies her hips, finding a more comfortable position on the mattress. “I do have a question though.”

He hums and from the angle of it, she imagines he’s propped himself up on one elbow as though looking at her—though of course he can’t be. With the lights out and no windows, the guest quarters Kasius gave them—or gave Will; she hardly warrants guest quarters—are pitch black.

“Why didn’t you use the mask?” she asks, all innocent curiosity.

Naturally, this question sets Will to cursing again. Her innocent facade immediately falls away as she resumes laughing.

The fearsome mask Will wears to facilitate his pirate captain alter ego is equipped with several bells and whistles, among them is infrared.

A Christmas Detour

Jemmawill in a Christmas Romantic Comedy that totally ripped off Leap Year!

Will didn’t have a knack for interior decorating, he knew this but persisted in at least trying to make his cave a home. He’d long since given up on ever leaving until Jemma, and with Jemma came light, among other things.

“Is there something about indecent amounts of training that means you do as little as possible with your equipment?”

Jemma had come right out with it after a particularly aggressive round of sex, she’d been staring up at the ceiling of the cave with a sleepy, unfocused expression that made heat look in his stomach until she spoke.

“What?” He asked flatly, the hand possessively grabbing her sweat slicked thigh slackening its grip just a fraction.

“Something on the walls, or the ceiling. I’m shocked you haven’t gotten around to it.” She murmured, nuzzling dazedly into his neck and planting a soft kiss.

“This is the best I could do. What did you have in mind?” Will inquired, dropping an answering kiss on the damp hair of Jemma’s temple and wondering at how many things she must focus on.

“Luminiferous moss.” Jemma answered, a hand snaking down from where it had rested on his shoulder to seemingly test Will for readiness he still felt despite her insults.

“Moss?”

“Yes, I’ve seen some in other smaller cave systems. I think I could cultivate it here so we could have stars.” She said, before busily sliding herself off of him, and planting herself at groin level, elbows planted on either side of his hips and wearing the grin of someone who is about to get her way.

“That it, Professor?” Will breathed, feeling it catch as he watched Jemma make herself comfortable, breasts pressing against his inner thighs in two pale, perfect mounds like crescent moons.

“For now.” Jemma smiled prettily up at him and her tongue snaked out to wet her lips, doom was upon him and he’d take it.

“Good, because I’m thinking of making a Fuck Off sign to put up, in case the things that live in those caves want to come visit.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Will Daniels/Jemma Simmons Characters: Jemma Simmons, Will Daniels, Phil Coulson, Skye | Daisy Johnson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel

Whatever is going on, it’s clearly serious.

That in mind, she heads straight for Coulson’s office once inside. She doesn’t even slow as she passes the labs, usually an irresistible temptation. The base seems strangely deserted, even for this late hour, and every turn she takes without crossing paths with anyone only increases her tension.

She more jogs than walks the last few feet to Coulson’s office, and is already asking, “What’s the situation?” as she pushes the door open.