#quick post

Ive seen the idea of swapping the scenarios theyre in, so instead i swapped their vibes. Simon having the best time in that blood ocean, making friends with mutant fish that can speak telepathically, while Grace is fighting for his life against an alien rock that generates hazardous atmosphere.

idk if anyone else has done this and given a name to it. i googled what the opposite of a 'bloody mary' drink is and it came up with a 'bloody caesar'. i dont know about that one chief. Iron hail? please tell me someone else has thought this through

I've been listening to the beatles the whole day

I have not recovered from my deathly illness (my cold)

Like, with the idea of a collective memory, of species being wary of each other, especially if they’ve been fighting, humans are an interesting one because they consistently look at historically dangerous creatures that have killed, mauled, eaten, and hunted humans and go, “You know, I bet I could get one to be nice to me if I’m nice first.”

Humans especially do it with each other! All of human history is plumb-full of humans fighting and doing horrible things to each other for the lamest reasons. We fight, go down nasty, and then get up and go about life again and be civil.

Like, yeah we’d get in fights in space too, but we also know how to end fights and get over it. And do so remarkably quickly too. Within a single human lifetime, even.

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Alien: “Human George, were your species not warring with the Romulan species not two solar cycles ago?”

Human: “Yeah, we were, but that’s over now. I’m teachin’ him our warp configuration, just like anybody else cycling into my department.”

Alien: “…”

Alien: “Your species were at war for many hundreds of your life-cycles…”

Human: “We made peace an’ all, so I guess we just gotta’ learn to live in the same galaxy. It’s not a huge deal. We’re cool now. And if it helps ya’, Faroosh never did anything against me, so I don’t have anything to hold personally against him. See? Can’t stay mad forever, especially if you’ve both agreed to give peace a decent shot.”

Alien: “Is that not difficult to forget that your species have killed each other almost from the moment they first met?”

Human: “Some folks probably have a harder time with it, the ones who personally took losses and haven’t recovered from that. Which is okay! I don’t mind, it’s understandable. But all of us can’t just be enemies forever. It’s not worth it. Besides, humans fight with each other all the time, all over our history, but we get along pretty okay now. I guess it’s like that. We just gotta’ give everybody a chance.”

Alien: “…”

Alien: “Most interesting.”

Alien: “WAIT!!! You are teaching him your Warp configuration????? Why?! This cannot be wise!”

Human: “…” (uber-chill human, totally not comprehending)

They’re making matching bracelets

Hours later, you awake to the sound of birds chirping outside your window.. the smell of sausage, eggs, rice, and mmm miso soup. You carefully sit up and pull the covers up to your chest. Looking around the room, you see scattered clothing and wrappers from last nights activities.

“Good morning sleepyhead. I was just about to wake you,” Suguru said as he carried a tray with servings for the both of you. “Breakfast in bed? For me??” You teased and he nods. “Of course, it’s the least I could do after having my way with you all night,” he placed the tray in the center of the bed and carefully climbed in. Your face heats up just a bit but cools as he presses a kiss to your temple.

The both of you eat and discuss plans for the rest of the day. He mentions having to handle a few things around while you let him know that you have a work project to finish. You both agree to try to meet up later, if possible.

Once you’re both full, he asks to hold you a little longer. You happily accept the invitation and find yourself back in his arms again. Quietly kissing and holding onto the other, whispering sweet nothings.

One kiss leads to another and he’s got you arching your back and moaning into the pillow. “Surguruuu.. ahh!” You feel a gentle pop in between thrusts that makes your core tighten around him. His hand slips under your waist and his fingers find your pearl. He rubs circles over it that drive you wilder. You start to rock against his hips and he smirks at the effort. “That’s it, give it to me,” a phrase that makes you come undone almost instantly with him. His head falls back as he empties into lustful thrusts. The both of you try to catch your breath… him placing gentle kisses on your back before letting you rest on your stomach.