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Tutorial on drawing characters/OCs who have some sort of facial paralysis. It doesn't cover all possible variants because I was using mirror as my main reference lawl

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Refueling at Europa

So this is a short sci-fi story i wrote 2 to 3 years ago. I'm still learning, so please give me whatever constructive criticism you can.

I'll also be posting a few more of my stories while I'm currently working on that one lesbian bug alien romance story I posted about before.

Synopsis: A Blackbox from a group of Voyagers’ is recovered after their starship is found destroyed. It reveals that refueling off of the water from Jupiter’s moon Europa may not be the best idea.

“AY-005 to command.” the terminal crackled and the image of Lt. Pallin faded into view through the static. “One moment Pallin. Gotta clean up your image.” I replied into the microphone as I twisted the dials that lined the terminal. Slowly Lt. Pallin’s face became more clear and her voice lost some of the accompanying grain. “Alright go ahead.” I was eager to hear her report, usually being on night shift I rarely get any first hand contact. It's all told to me by the previous shifts or in emailed memorandums, this was a welcome surprise. “Right,” Lt. Pallin began “We found the black box that belonged to AX-004.” My heart leaped in my chest. This was astounding news, AX-004 had been destroyed a few months ago, and we only found out thanks to some routine telescopic searching. “That's fantastic news, Pallin. Send it in.” The loud clicking of my key-board nearly drowned out my instructions as I prepared the terminal to receive the blackbox’s contents. “Copy.” she replied and moved just off screen. I went and made myself a fresh pot of coffee as the data was being transferred, my shoes sticking and making awful squelches as I walked. They really need to clean this place. 

I made my way back and sat down with a new mug of coffee steaming, the pot set next to me. The terminal’s processor revved and the fan spun, working hard to complete the download. Finally the green bar with a ninety-nine percent hovering over finally filled and presented “DOWNLOAD COMPLETE” and Lt. Pallin’s face returned. “I’ll review this right away. Thanks Lieutenant. Be careful.” I praised, and I readied myself for a long night. Her chuckle was distorted as the feed gained more interference. Before she cut out I heard her say “All G— will con— need to refuel. Planning— Europa’s ocean.” Then she was gone. Honestly, I was surprised her communication had lasted as long as it did. These terminals may have been the latest and greatest in light-year communication, but even they have their limits. I queued up the file, only an audio log accompanied by descriptive text of the ship's onboard computer system. Sadly the AX series of ships were just old enough to not be equipped with cameras but were equipped with auditory receptors allowing the crew to use voice commands. That way they needn’t travel to a ship terminal just to adjust the temperature or run diagnostics. I grabbed myself a snack from my desk, my notepad, and settled in.

<SCS> 00:30 running diagnostics. Fuel low. Reserve error. Waking Captain…

(Capt. Love): Computer, what’s happening?

(SCS): Request not recognized.

(Capt. Love): God dammit. Computer run diagnostic.

(SCS): One moment. Diagnostic report: Engines- fine, shields-fine, landing gear- fine, life support- fine, Fuel - Low, Fuel Reserve - Error

(Capt. Love): So it's a fuel problem. Alright, damn. Computer, scan for possible fuel sources, enough to complete the mission.

(SCS): One moment.

<SCS> Scanning…

(SCS): Large source of H2O found. 325 miles from current position. Location: Europa.

(Capt. Love): Huh, okay. Computer wake crew. 

(SCS): One moment.

<SCS> Waking crew…

(Cpl. Benings): Awww, come on. What now?

(Pvt. Dell): What's going on? Are we here? 

(Dr. Ve): Well that was a nice nap.

(SCS): Captain, crew have been awakened.

(Capt. Love): All hands to the bridge. 

(Cpl. Bennings) What’s going on Captain?

(Capt. Love): Low on fuel and the reserve is malfunctioning. I found us a good refueling point, at least enough to finish the mission. Europa.

(Cpl. Bennings): Alright so we just fly down and grab some water, easy. I’ll go check out the reverve, see what's up. Though why’d you wake up these two?

(Pvt. Dell): Yeah I was gonna ask the same thing. I'm no engineer.

(Capt. Love): Good experience for you Dell and I figured the Doc wouldn't want to miss landing on a moon made of ocean.

(Dr. Ve.): Thank you.

(Capt. Love): Computer chart course for Europa

(SCS): One moment.

<SCS> Charting course. Ideal landing zone found. Engaging Autopilot. Engaging engines…  

<SCS> 01:20 Deploying landing gear. Intciating landing…

(SCS): Please be advised. The temperature on Europa is currently -260℉ or -160℃. Thermal suits are recommended.

(Cpl. Bennings): No shit sherlock. Oww, sorry.

(Capt. Love): Alright, Everyone ready?

(Cpt. Bennings): Yep.

(Pvt. Dell): Yes Sir.

(Dr. Ve): Almost. Okay.

<SCS> All crew members have left the ship. Switching to remote communications.

(Cpl. Bennings): Holy shit, I thought my mother in-law was cold. 

(Capt. Love): Imagine it without the thermal suits. Now Dell, bring that over here. Alright This is literally the definition of plug and chug. We insert the drill, it drills the ice, sucks it up and puts it in the reserve. Then when we reach the water below the surface, that will fill up our main tank.

(Dr. Ve): Would you look at those geysers? Amazing.

(Capt. Love): Hey Doc don't go too far, the surface is very unstable from the shifting currents. 

(Dr. Ve): Oh right. Sorry.

(SCS): All members be advised. Large life-form detected. Proceed with caution.

(Pvt. Dell): What?

(Capt. Love): Computer, elaborate.

(SCS): Sure. Lifeform location 85 miles below the surface. Lifeform appears to be 360 

feet in length. Weight estimated to be 467 tons. Creature’s thermal signature indicates it is an endotherm.

(Cpl Bennings): What the fuck? Really? First alien life we encounter and this type of shit. Great.

(Capt. Love): Hold it together Bennings. Computer, track lifeform. Warn us if it's within 2.75 miles of the surface. Dell get the Doctor back to the ship, I'll finish here.

<SCS> Lifeform movement 63 miles from surface. Fuel 54% complete. 

(Pvt. Dell): Watch your step Doctor. 

<SCS> 2 of 4 crew members on board. Lifeform movement 34 miles from the surface. Fuel 65% complete.

(Clp Bennings): Come on Sir. I don't like this, it's too quiet. 

(Capt. Love): Just as quiet as before Bennings. 

(Clp Bennings): Yeah but now there’s a fucking leviathain beneth us.

(Capt. Love): What? 

(Clp. Bennings): Nothin’. 

<SCS> Lifeform movement 22 miles. Fuel 78% complete

(Capt. Love): Dell get the ship ready for departure. We are not waiting to see this thing, understood?

(Pvt. Dell) Yes sir. Computer, prepare the cockpit for liftoff.

(SCS) Sure. One moment…

<SCS> Initiating manual piloting system… 

(Capt. Love): Computer, Fuel status update.

(SCS): One moment… Fuel 86% complete

(Clp Bennings): Alright. Alright, we making progress.

(SCS): ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! Lifeform within 2.75 miles of surface. ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

(Clp. Bennings): Fuck.

(Capt Love): Run!

(SCS): Lifeform 2.00 miles from surface.

(Dr. Ve): Come on! Hurry!

(SCS): Lifeform 1.52 miles from surface. Warning surface becoming unstable.

(Capt. Love): The Ice is cracking, come on Bennings! Dell start lift off!

(Pvt. Dell): Yes Sir!

<SCS> Manual liftoff engaged. All control to pilot.

(Clp. Bennings): Oh Shit! Guys Help! Fuck thats cold!

(Capt. Love): Shit Bennings! Fuck! Dell get this thing off the ground so we can get him!

<SCS>3 of 4 crew members onboard. Gaining altitude… (SCS): Lifeform within 0.46 miles of surface.

(Clp. Bennings): Oh shit I think I see it! Fuck, I think it sees me!

(Capt. Love): We’re coming, Bennings! Get to a high point!

(SCS): ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! Lifeform has reached the surface. ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

(Clp. Bennings): Holy— how many eyes does this thing have?!?

(Capt. Love): What the fuck? 

(Dr. Ve): Oh God.

(Capt. Love): Dell, you see him? Avoid those tentacles! 

(Pvt. Dell): Holy shit! Holy shit! Why didn't I just go to College!

(Capt. Love): Keep it together. Bennings grab my hand!

(Clp Bennings): Ha, got ya! Ok, now pull my ass up!

(Capt. Love): We’re trying! Not our fault you're a mountain of muscle, lay off the gym will ya?

(Clp. Bennings): I’m Sorry! 

<SCS> All Crew members have returned to ship. Sealing outer doors…

(Dr. Ve): Alright let me check you over. 

(Capt. Love): Ha, good Flying, Dell. Now get us the Fu–

       *End of all downloaded information*

I leaned back in my chair sweating, exhausted from simply listening and reading the recount of what happened. My mind spun with billions of horrific images, attempting to grasp what they had encountered. In the end I only succeeded in conjuring a headache, and took a swig of my forgotten coffee, now chilled by the AC unit running full blast. I sat in silence for minutes that stretched for hours, shudders and chills ran up and down my spine. Then a thought pierced me, spurred me into frantic action.

 I twisted and pulled on the terminal’s hard unfeeling dials, typing command after command to the point I thought the keyboard would break. I had to reach the Lieutenant, warn her. I know they didn't have the correct equipment to have seen what I had seen, read what I read. I finally got the signal out. One minute turned into two, two to ten, ten to thirty. But the Terminal only displayed static.

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In the modern AU, anytime MalcEmps do anything lovey-dovey infront of the primarchs most of them collectively groan, except for sanguinius who "Awwws".

Then Malc hits them all with the classic "What? Well, how do you all think you were made?"

Lowkey, surprised by how tender and loving MalcEmps are with each other compared to what I've seen them portrayed by the fandom (art and memes, fics were a different story)

The fandom, when I was just getting started half a year ago, gaslit me into believing the two were a dysfunctional relationship at best and were more like to co-workers that fucked each other sometimes.

Cue me reading books/short stories where the two interacted and now I can easily imagine them cuddling on the couch, while discussing the fate of humanity. I can easily imagine them making exceptions for each other, knowing things about each other no one else does (which is canon). I can imagine them doing simple domestic things in times of peace or maybe in something akin to a Modern AU. I can imagine them being lovey dovey and genuinely devoted to each other.

The two versions could coexist. And I'm not saying there isn't a certain comedic charm to the fandom version of their relationship nor that it shouldn't exist (because that would make me a hypocrite, I do enjoy that version to a certain degree and controlling how people engage with fiction is. Bad. Ew. No). I'm just laughing about the whiplash I got when I was introduced to the ship through the memes on Tumblr just to get to them in the actual books and find out that the two are genuinely peak queer romance to me.

I promise this is probably as political as my blog is gonna get.

I recommend reading it all the way through.

Okay so incase anyone is not aware, I'm being let go from the military. I was told this past week. Ive been sitting with it and i wanted to share my thoughts.

No misconduct, no insubordination, no defying orders. I am being separated because I am trans. No, I'm not simplifying it down. It's because I'm trans, full stop.

I thought when I joined, I'd be protecting the country to which I call home. But it seems that country has betrayed me. This also doesn't just affect me. My freinds and coworkers are being forced out of their jobs. And all this isn't even a quarter. The orange shitbag in charge has been done.

He and his moronic VP had the audacity to insult the Ukrainian president to his face. The pure idiocy of letting an arrogant nazi meddle with capital funds. The bs of cutting off aid to vulnerable countries who have already been suffering for years. Aiding and abetting the invaders of those said countries. I mean this truly fuck this country.

And this all isn't only gonna affect our foreign allies and the "woke" but also the people who voted for the Toupee Tyrant. We are already seeing it with the loss of Medicare and medicaid. Trump voters in red states can't afford their medice or they're having to pay an arm and a leg for it.

The new S.A.V.E. act basically states that if you try to vote but ur current last name doesn't match the one on your birth certificate, you can't vote. Who will this mostly affect? Conservatives who believe the woman in a hetero marriage should take the man's last name.

Oh, and you also won't be able to vote showing ur State id/drivers licence. u need ur birth certificate and/or your passport. And an interesting fact, a study shows that a majority of republicans/conservatives don't have passports. And passports cost a decent amount. So have fun trying ngl to reflect him if u misplaced ur birth certificate.

Oh, and though it is to a far lesser extent, college students who voted for him. Their student financial aid is being cut if it isn't already.

What they, and by they I mean Donald Trump, VP Vance, Elon Musk(for some fuckin reason) and all the other rich 1% oligarchs, are doing is keep the masses uneducated, un medicated, and rivalled against each other.

I do not say all this to go, " HA HA, look at all those stupid republicans!"

NO!!!! I say this because we are each and every one of us in this together! We need to put our differences aside and look at what the people in power are really doing. Not what they say they are doing.

And this isn't even just a republicans call out. Democrats are to be blamed as well because they are just as much reactionaries as the republicans are.

The Dems in power care only for performative tolerance and only support the minorities living the "normal and morale" way.

Rich carrer politicians are the ones to blame! They are the enemy! They want us below them scrambling and fighting in the mud for scraps, so they walk on us and not even have to get their shoes dirty!

United, we stand against oppression! Divided, we fall!!!

The Emperor knows

(This story is interchangeable, but I'm using the female Primarchs from the Femmarch au)

*The Scene: The Emperor has called his daughters to an impromptu private council. None of the sisters know why, but it's pretty clear how serious this is*

Emps: Listen, im going to make this clear and concise. *he narrows his eyes and scans over his daughters* I know.

Horus: Know what, father?

Emps: Don't Bullshit me! I KNOW...

*All the sisters begin looking around awkwardly at each other or shamefully away from each other*

Emps: It was brought to my attention, and while truthfully, I couldn't care less what escapades each of you get up to in your own time. If these activities were to come to light, it would set the wrong example for our Imperium. So, if all of your "relations" are to continue, ensure they are kept quiet.

Fulgrim: *evil smile* That means you two. *she points to Guilliman and Angron*

Angron :What do you mean, us!?!

*Angron raging and nearly leaps across the table at her sadistic sister. Guilliman holds her back*

Fulgrim:*laughs* Oh, come on! Last night, I swear all of Terra could hear you two from orbit.

* Both Guilliman and Angron sit back, blushing ashamed*

Khan: You're one to speak Phoenician. You and Ferrus are practically inside one another any chance you get.

Fulgrim: Ahh, just like you and dear Magnus when you lock yourselves in the library for "Special Research"

Sanguinius: Alright, I think we've all had our fun. Now--

Fulgrim: I don't wanna hear any lectures from you! We all know who actually holds Horus' leash.

*Sanguinius sits back down flustered. Horus leans over, trying to comfort her*

Emps: Alright, Enough! As I said, I was made aware of all your escapades. This means I DO NOT want to HEAR NOR SEE anything outside of your private chambers. Do I make myself clear?

*All the primarchs nod in acknowledgement, except Mortarion*

Mortarion: *confused* Wait. You're all fucking?

---*End scene*---

(This is basically my scripting process when I make comics)

OKI DOKI HERE'S A RANT ABOUT MY NECRON OCS AND THEIR DYNAMIC! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Character mentioned: Asenath (Necron Phaerakh), Akhethetep the Abyssal (Cryptek Dimensionalist), Tethys (Exodite Eldar turned Drukhari Succubus, mentioned only briefly and is not that important to the story of the Necron OCs)

So, what I was trying to do recently is figure out the timeline of Asenath's Tombworld awakening.

For those that need a reminder or don't know: the current Asenath, 40k Asenath, is not the same person as the original Phaerakh of the dynasty that went to sleep (still trying to come up with the dynasty name... Dang it). She is actually the disciple of the Cryptek Dimensionalist Akhethetep the Abyssal. Due to unknown error in with the Tombworld awakening, she not only was (one of) the first to wake up, she also woke up in the body of the Phaerakh, with the real Asenath's mind/programming nowhere to be seen (possibly gone forever).

I wanted "Asenath" to wake up and realize she is no longer in her original body, but in the body of her Phaerakh. Something that leads to her having a complete breakdown as not only does her lowly self dared to encroach on Phaerakh's glory like that, but also this isn't her body, this isn't her title, she is NOT a Phaerakh, those are not her subjects, she has no right to command them and lead them. But is there other choice? With the original Asenath gone?

She stays huddled up in her crypt, angsting and trying to figure out on what she should do next. Asenath, the current one, may have knowledge on manipulating the fabric of reality itself, but she has no clue how to navigate politics. She has no clue how to wake up the rest of the Necrons... And should she even do it? What are they gonna do to her once they realize she is not the real Asenath? Should she lie? How long can she uphold that lie?

She angsts for only a small amount of time (two years) before her Tombworld is visited by a young boy, a laborer of the Underhive that got to curious, dug to deep and ended up here. Asenath is confused, but, as a scientist, is also intrigued. What is this creature? How did it get here? Are there more of them? She attempts communicating with the child and, well, neither of them are dead yet. The child leads her outside of her tomb, Asenath is introduced to humanity and is both disgusted, but also genuinely intrigued. She eventually learns the Gothic through listening to people talking and analyzing the patterns and is able to properly communicate with the boy. He tells her everything he knows (not a lot, lol), but she picks up on things the boy himself doesn't know. She decides to keep the humanity for the sake of studying them. If the Tombworld is to wake up, she will try to use her newfound authority to spare the humans and to enslave them instead (something she has no qualms about).

Here's where it gets complicated: Asenath doesn't know how to awake her Tombworld and would have to rely on her master, Akhethetep, to teach her instead. But how is he supposed to do that if he is asleep? Besides, Akhethetep killed the population of Tethys' Maiden World, leaving her the sole survivor... Tethys herself is supposed to be a very old Eldar, around 5 thousand years old.

Meanwhile, Asenath woke up only a thousand years before the 13th Black Crusade.

Meaning, Akhethetep has to be the first one to wake up, with Asenath being the second.

This could also contribute to the story by potentially being the reason "Asenath" is in her current situation. His awakening botched "Asenath's" own.

I will decide later what Akhethetep was doing this whole time while the rest of the Tombworld slept. Perhaps old man simply got curious about the current state of the Galaxy and snuck off like a teen sneaking off from their bedroom at night to go party. Perhaps he tried to awaken his dear disciple, so that she could accompany him, but something went wrong and he reluctantly had to leave her there. Maybe he left the message that Asenath later found that explained their situation.

There's another thing, should I make Akhethetep aware that his Phaerakh's mind was replaced by his student?

Him not knowing could lead to much angst and him feeling guilty on her machine body still slumbering, while the rest of the Necrons are already awake (with Asenath standing to the side and wondering if she should tell him).

Meanwhile, Akhethetep knowing or figuring out early on that real Asenath was replaced by his student sounds more interesting. On one hand, this is his student who is in this situation because of him being impatient, with her being scared and confused. On the other hand, he basically has the ruler of the entire dynasty in the palm of his hand. Asenath loves her master and sees him as a sort of a father figure. Akhethetep knows this, the master/deciple dynamic tangled with father figure/daughter figure dynamic (still, they don't refer to each other using family terms, neither in public, private nor to themselves). Asenath trusts and listens to Akhethetep... Wouldn't that make him the true ruler of the dynasty? Such power! It's almost tempting, doesn't it...? Perhaps, Asenath is aware of it as well, and tries to grow independent from her master, however she still has much to learn about Necron politics and has no choice but to turn to him for advice, lest she jeopardizes the future of the entire dynasty. She doesn't hate him, she just wishes things were different. Akhethetep says Asenath is smart and is doing the right thing by questioning his word and taking her time with answers, being unbiased, but... is he telling her the truth? Or is he only telling Asenath what would make her feel better?

Yeah, phew, Necrons are extremely hard to write. But fun and the results come out very interesting!

End of rambling, lol!