Why Did I Do This - Blog Posts

Um- ok if anyone is wondering why I deleted my posts, it's cuz I got a random thought- wanted to try it, then decided not to, then regretted deleting the posts.

I might still do the idea tho-

You know that moment when you decide to take a fic and write it out of a different perspective? Yeah that’s what I’m doing, except I decided to add a whole other fandom as well.

So no only am I writing down what happened in each chapter and ordering the events chronologically, I also have to find out what the other fandom would realistically find out.

I am currently 9 pages into handwritten planning, have drunk two red bulls and it’s either 1 am or 3 am, I don’t know anymore. Help me.

So I went crazy over trying to develop this alien species for a story and at some point I relaised I have no idea how these guys reproduce.

Like at all

So I decided to try and look into and start.

Originally i considered making them do it the lizard way, self reproducing asexually.

But then someone in my circle showed me some fics they wrote for their characters and made me think that the lizard way was too easy.

No I needed something else.

So some context,

These bastards have the following concept art:

There is more but these are some attempts to try and place an image on paper and fail in a few different places.

The top four are the most recently and best done.

These guys live in a society that places roles on what you can give.

Knowledge? Skills? Products? Marketing? Music? Art?

Your value is through what you give and your role.

These guys don’t place anything on gender or sex in terms of roles because it would take from the value they already give in a sense.

Children are also raised by a select group of adults trained and equipped for the role and not the biological parents.

Children are seen as valuable however and due to the speices long lives there is a lot to factor into how and why they reproduce.

Originally I tried to start on how would attraction work for them

For us it’s boobs, penises, hair, body shape ect.

I won’t lie I just decided to give up early in the process cuz I didn’t really vibe with what I ended up with.

Next I decided how the fuck do we do the deed here, like is it dependant on genders? On parents what are we doing.

Hence some cursed research on birds, ducks(especially ducks I need eye bleach from the amount of animal dick I’ve seen for this), frogs and reptiles.

This lead me to bounce around and decide there is 4 main sexes for these guys.

I have no idea how the dna determine it yet other than - skin dye.

Now before you wag your finger let me present a chart:

So here we can see these guys have 4 types of patterns showing on the skin:

- star,

Where the core would be as well as what spirt, deity would make a contract if they wish

- cloud

Where the magic pattern focused when you where ‘born’

- blank

Nothing visible

-bones

A pattern of where your ribs may be as well as some extra stuff

So the dye is linked to what sex you are perceived as it’s consistent in comparison

Additionally the skin dye is linked to the sex genetics.

As you can see in the concept art no one has visible private parts.

This is on purpose and I decided to ignore the idea

In short I don’t want to draw cocks and made it canon but wasn’t sure if I wanted to complete remove the idea of penis in reproduction so ended up looking into hodge, monkeys and evetually birds and ducks in terms of how the fuck gentians work

(I need eye bleach for the amount of dicks I had to suffer through)

All because I rembered humans are one of the few creatures where the male part just hangs there in the open.

I still hate this process but alas we keep going

Since I decided going as inhuman like as possible was the goal

With my four placeholder names: g,f,h,m I made a chart of reproduction between them

At this point I keep tuning into two issues:

1. How the hell does the genetics work (especially if we add the possibility of intersex and ect)

2. What parts do they use? Like legit?

Currently this is where I got to so I hope my suffering was intresting at least

You Sacrifice Your Life for Your Family: Steve, Bucky, Peter.

(Inspired by^)

You stared at Thanos, shivering from the icy wind billowing around the mountain top. Blood dripped from your lip, and splattered over your side where your arm was tucked to give some semblance of support.

His eyes were like nothing you ever saw - soulless, determined, and utterly focused on this one goal. Another shiver ran through you. This time, it had nothing to do with the wind.

"You choose one to die," he said, speaking softly, "the others live."

Your eyes drifted over their faces. Steve, Bucky and Peter. The three most important people in your life; a brother, a partner, and an adopted son. Thanos chose well, you thought bitterly.

They were scattered in the snow, beaten and bloodied, held in place by the power of the stones. Their eyes searched for you, wide, panicked, fearful. You smiled, but it faded too quickly to be genuine.

"If..." you turned back to Thanos, determinedly avoiding the others, "what if I die? Do they all live?

Thanos cocked his head, curiosity glinting in his eyes. A chorus of protest rose immediately from her left, pleading and desperate struggling.

"Yes," Thanos said, and triumph burned in his voice; this was the outcome he wanted.

"Y/N, no!" Steve hissed, "don't you dare. I'll die, pick me!"

You finally faced them properly, smiling softly at your brother, answering him with a slight shake of the head. "No, Steve...this is how it has to be."

He opened his mouth to object again, but your arms wrapping around his torso cut him off. You almost laughed, still expecting to embrace a thinner frame, even after all this time. "Look after them, Stevie. Look after yourself."

His face was wet as you pulled away, but he forcefully nodded his head. You sighed, content in knowing he would honour that.

Bucky's whole body strained to free itself, fury slowly falling away to fear as he looked at you. "Doll, please...Y/N, don't leave us."

"Mo cridhe, this is the only way for you all to live," you said, stumbling forward to gently cup his face, "how can I choose between the three I love more than anything in this universe?"

He choked back a sob. "But, Y/N..."

You pressed a kiss to his lips, holding back tears of your own as thoughts and memories raced through your mind. Discreetly, you slipped your dogtags and the locket you kept with the precious pictures from the 30s, updated with a few from the present, into his pocket. You knew he would need them more than anyone.

Pulling back, you smiled. "What a life we've led, James, what a life..."

"Y/N...mum..." Peter whimpered, sniffing.

Quickly going to him, you enveloped him in a warm embrace. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, tearings flowing freely.

"My brave, brave boy. I'm so proud of you, Pete. So proud. You remember that, alright? I love you, I did this for all of you."

You kissed his forehead, accidentally smearing your blood over his cheek. He sobbed, head dropping.

"Be a good boy for Bucky, yeah? Listen to him and uncle Steve. Promise me?"

He nodded slowly, voice shaking. "I promise..."

"Good boy, you're a good kid," you said, pressing a hard, final goodbye kiss to his hair.

Drawing away from him took more energy than expected, and you staggered slightly, breathing heavily. You had stopped stemming the blood flow from your side, now the clock was reaching its end.

Thanos waited, patiently expectant, on the cliff edge. You huffed, rolling your shoulders, and walked steadily forward. But you paused, one last time, and looked back at your family.

"Remember how much I love you, all the good days we spent together, our glorious life..." you met Bucky's eyes, the man you called husband, and grinned the most radiantly he ever saw, "because it was glorious, wasn't it?"

You stepped off, and the clouds cradled you on your way to the end of your line. The smile you wore never wavered, neither did your resolve falter, thinking of golden days of youth and love, the laughter of the family you built ringing in your ears.

Their screams followed you all the way down, your name in their mouths the last thing you ever heard.