Anna Saultron 
I make a special canon entry to my SciFi aetting.
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John Mastodon and the Mastonauts on the United Earth Colony Ship
The UECS Mastodon Registry FED-IV-3753.
In 2099 the first ever interstellar Space ship build by humanity started it's journey. It was a generation ship traveling by Sub Light Speed later known as SLS or Sols for Solsystem Travelspeed.
Build entirely by volunteer helper's John Mastodon and the Volunteers who wanted to...
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see the world beyond our Solsystem before they die and settling new worlds to take their core values of love, compassion and a new utopian level of cooperation to the stars to create a new home for humanity.
They had the best tech available to a collective of all kind of enthusiastic humans. Sadly no one knows what really happened after they past Pluto. Many spooky stories and myths are told to this day 200+ years later.
#phantastikprompts 31.12.2984
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Thanks to @stveje and your answer to #pennedpossibilities 198.
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It was hot and steam floated in thick waves over the ground, ice crystals formed only to melt the moment they materialized. Blinking in pale and intense colors like diamonds before falling to the ground.
Roger looked his enemy in his black eyes, it would take several more minutes til the spell would manifest the portal completely. He blocked the only way out of this alley. The look of a soul not under-
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It was hot and steam floated in thick waves over the ground, ice crystals formed only to melt the moment they materialized. Blinking in pale and intense colors like diamonds before falling to the ground.
Roger looked his enemy in his black eyes, it would take several more minutes til the spell would manifest the portal completely. He blocked the only way out of this alley. The look of a soul not under-
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2/5 standing the danger it was in.
The foggy steam rolled over the ground reflecting a pale glimmer of magic. Roger saw his opponents ears twitching, it's Nose made nervous movements, but this black starry eyes gave nothing away. Typical. Teeth blinked for a moment as instincts older as the civilization kicked in. The other jumped easily covering the meters between him and Rogers location. Roger jumped himself double his height and grabbed on to a pipe sticking out of
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The foggy steam rolled over the ground reflecting a pale glimmer of magic. Roger saw his opponents ears twitching, it's Nose made nervous movements, but this black starry eyes gave nothing away. Typical. Teeth blinked for a moment as instincts older as the civilization kicked in. The other jumped easily covering the meters between him and Rogers location. Roger jumped himself double his height and grabbed on to a pipe sticking out of
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3/5 the wall above Roger. A loud metallic dissonance answered the silent moves, as his enemy slipped on the wet ground and crashed into some trashcans. Roger opened his paws and dropped to the ground, the thick fog slowly waved away as the portal finally opened. A gigantic white hand grabbed through the black rimed hole between dimensions. Grabbed the other by it's ears and pulled it out of this world. Roger knew, that tomorrow another family would wake up missing a
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4/5 son, brother, uncle, father...
It wasn't nice but Roger had to do it. Otherwise it's master would grab him...
His view fell on a dirty newspaper on the ground as the portal closed behind him.
46 Persons where missing, the press speculated about a serial killer.
If they only knew, if they would know that he had to make choices.
He never asked, he knew there where no answers waiting on the other side. He gulped on his thoughts. No rest, the show must go on, after
5/5 all, it was his curse, it was in his blood, his white fur... this was what it meant to be a "Magical Hat" Rabbit.
A spontaneous piece for fun.
#writing #somethingelse thanks again to @stveje and your answer to #pennedpossibilities 198.
- A short rant about Time(travel)
"What is a time traveler without time? This is a bad joke isn't it? I am running out of time, as a time traveler. This is just so stupid. One would think, that the one thing a time traveler has, is time! I mean have you ever seen Dr. Who running out of time? No! They are always just in time & even if their times end they just get some more, damn Timelords what am I a Timesslave. Time to leave. I'm out."
Sometimes you look at a screen or a blank piece of paper. You want to creat something but your mind is completely unfocused, off the rails or silent for the moment you want to do something. And that is okay.
Our mind is a beautiful thing, sometimes it just needs a break or a pause. If you feel bad about it, remember it's okay to not be creative all the time. We can't run forever & so can't our brains. Just relax, enjoy the silence, there are other days.
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The untold Story of an invisible person
~Fin
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1/2 Introducing Kathra
PC from a homebrew PNP Campaign by a friend set in the WORM universe (link below)
Inspired by a real life friend of mine, Batman, Ironman, Black cat and Catwoman named after the Vulcan soul Katra and obviously cats (note this was before Cathra was introduced in Netflix's SheRa adaptation)
A superrich 35 year old *trans woman who made her money by improving material flows, improving beroucracy in her home country, removing red tapes where possible.
Her company provided also security systems for the government and she bought her complete birthplace to improve its livability. She has a Iron Man like Powerarmor that looks like Batmans Outfit tailored for a cat theme meets the Hardsuits of Bubblegum Crisis. The tech in Worm is more realistic than fictional inspired so the suits doesn't scale to Iron Man more like Batmans.
Her true citizen identity isn't known openly, she patrols her
#TTRPG #Worm #Superhero #vigilante #PlayerCharacter #Cyberpunk #BubblegumCrisis
Birthplaces streets to fight of Street level thugs and occasionally super villains. Her suit contains body strength engaging tech, a high speed computer system, sound sensors and cameras that allow her a 360 degree view is needed. The sound sensors are movable ears on a sort of motorcycle helmet which has a completely mirrored face plate. The suit sports a tail that originates from a a small backpack between her shoulders, she can move it by using body muscle control sensors. The suit hast an taser system that also provides electricity to the outside on command. Retractable claws and cameras on the finger tips and boots. Kathra is a skilled melee combatant that doesn't kill people however knocking someone unconscious is her preferred way to handle people. The tail contains useful gadgets like "USB" hacking devices and can stabilize her movements or wrap around an item.
Worm:
https://parahumans.wordpress.com/
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"Of course time travel is possible, but only forward. And it's not like you imagine."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Have you ever seen a fax? Time travel is like that."
"How so?"
"Simply put, we scan you today and send the data of your scan into the future."
"But wouldn't that be a mere copy of me?"
"That's right. Also we would copy you onto a blank body in the future."
"So you're not sending me into the future."
"Just the Jist of you. Slightly deranged and tilted."
"I don't think that counts at all."
"We had this discussion already after we scanned your original."
The story about a mysteries, white, sentient Van, that travels the world and parks in different spots every night, its in the lookout for vulnerable persons to protect them by driving over vampires and other monsters. It has many scars on its doors, scratched or written, one that says free Candy/WiFi/Pokemon, because the Person's that react to this are also vulnerable to the evil manipulation of Monsters.
In it's final fight it will transform in an VW Where-golf, low rider, bass boost that counts as a sonic weapon and it has a minion/familiar that looks like an 18-25 year old masculine presenting youngster, that distracts it's enemies with weird music and bad language, which are indeed magical formula to weaken enemies.
#SomethingElse #cliches #rethink #writing #BadJokes #WithATwist #BadJokesToStories #WritingCommunity
Nanofiction
Year 3999
Doctor to patient.
"Your lacking in all vital nutrients and your plastic levels are dangerous low. With such low levels you can't stand the daylight sun at all, remember only plastics keep your skin from burning away."
"Are their any other dangers?"
"Your bones will get stiff and heavy and your body will loose its ability to keep the necessary radioactive particles."
"But Doctor there must be a change of turning this around?"
"You can start a credit card diet, chew on a toothbrush if you have spare time. Licking Seagullotters might help but they must be fresh, that also could stabilize your radioactive particles and maybe a liter of fresh Ocean water daily."
I guess I put that one here as well
Anna Saultron (@[email protected])
Content warning: Screenreader unpleasant to hear text, emotional stuff, relating Depression & Relationship
Tranquility.
Frozen in time.
Frozen in memory.
Warmth, floating, numb but sensitive.
8 days to go, how many years to come.
Head in sand, feet in the air.
Upside down, but grounded.
Feelings, overwhelming, foreshadowing, locked away.
Tumbling, floating, standing, standing still,
dreams of being awake.
Timeless counts the clock.
Tick, tick, fore, suddenly back, tock.
Darkness holding on.
Warm, secure.
Yelling silently inside.
Shifting, floating, melting into the shadow.
Gentle.
Bitter golden, honey in which the fly got stuck, trapped in amber. Preserved.
Timeless.
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Note: deleted the original toot and reposted it here to be able to find it again in the future.
F.O.O.N.
Or
The day the fist out of nothing was invented.
The day the fist out of nothing was invented, the world changed.
No longer could corrupted political leaders, corrupt billionaires, Nazis, warmongers and other evil doers work their treachery, trickery, their betrayals and their schemes.
The fist out of nothing made them responsible.
The f.o.o.n. added the ability to punch someone with an invisible fist right to their face. Yes they had this ability to, but what is one punny fist against the combined power of billions of people. They punched us once but we paid them with hundreds of fists an hour. History calls this day The Great Slappening. Only few survived this act of justice and the ones that did never behaved wrong again. That day earth became a better place.
-Thanks to game two for creating die Faust aus dem Nichts as a joke in their show.
Thanks to the Phantastik Prompts and the Word Weavers of today (and maybe my hypoglycemia as well).
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Dark Kult
The door bell rings, a weird dressed Person with long hair & white robes stands in front of the door as I open.
They speaks in a kind seductive way as soon as I open the door and doesn't even says something like hello. Rude first impression.
Strange Person: "I want to talk to you about our Lord & Savior."
Me: "Good & bright shiny day to you too my fellow human, how can I be of extraordinary service with kindness & good habits?" It works they already looks confused.
SP trying to gain the lead: "As I said I want to speak to you about our Lord & Savior, our gre..."
I cut their words right their with a raised hand: "Dear Future possible relationship friend or foe, I feel the great woe,
you must have to endure,
sit down & I ensure.
Your todays struggle will end.
I will listen to you whowever you has sent." Not very good structure but I'm not ... ➡️
2/5 ⬅️ ... Looking for style points.
They starts again: "As I said, before your interrupted m..."
"Interrupted by whom?" I ask in a badly understandable way.
"What?"
I switch to a louder & clearer style: "Watts or Volt, what is charging this Bolt? Is it a stroke of light or the darkness you gonna fight?
The confused look gets replaced by a unsettled one.
"I want...," they pause as if they expect another disruption by me, "to talk about..." Another pause, exelent, I nod in a supportive way as if I want to say go on, "our..." I interfere: "You mean your?" "No our Lord..."
I cut in "But it isn't my yet, so far it's only yours, that you presenting poorly, are you sure it's a Lord?"
"Excuse me?!"
"Of course you are excused, but please next time bring a written & signed letter by your parents, that explains why you behave like this. It's the least you can do on such a beautiful day." The expression shifts again they is perplexed.
"What?"
"No no we already ➡️
3/5 ⬅️ had Watts & it didn't sparked joy, you need to get more invested in this, tell me about your lady & savior." I put on my most encouraging smile that always sells.
"Our LORD and savior..." "Savior of what?" I see a pulsing vein on there forehead.
"Of you!" "But I'm not in need of salvation. And you don't even know if you are saved by a Lord or Lady."
"A LORD!"
"Like a Landlord?"
"NO not like a landlord like the one lord!" "Do you mean God?" "No not God I mean Satanas!"
"Why is he wet?"
"Wet?"
"You said Sata-nass, nass is German and means wet. Does your Lord don't speak German?"
"Why should he speak German?!" The vein really starts to pulse visible.
"Lord implies a rank, ranks comes with benefits but what's the benefits of you don't even speak a second language?"
"HE DOESN'T NEED another language his language is universal!"
"Oh that sounds like a great deal go on," I shift forwards trying to look inviting.
They straighten their body & begins again.➡️
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4/5 ⬅️ "As I said before I'm here to talk to you." A pause I do not move just smile. "About our Lord and Savior." I till smile, saying nothing, just smiling. "Who wants you to follow his call for our cause."
They looks suspiciously while I smile before I interrupt the silence the moment they seem to start talking again. "So what is this cause?" They blink before answering: "To bring eternal night and punish the ones bringing false enlightenment."
"How can it be false, is it only a reflection? Are you a Dark Cult? That's Bad, if you only had said that earlier. I could have savet you all of this trouble right away, you see, nah what am I'm talking it's a dark cult your probably can't see, if you extinguish every light source, I have bad eyesight especially in the dark if you don't want to be stabbed, by accident, you don't want me near your group ever. Do you like carrots?
Pure delusion settles in...
"Carrots?" "Yeah you know carrots are good for you eyes, here.➡️
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5/5 ⬅️ Take this for your hard work." I hand them a bunndle of carrots I didn't needed because my harvest was way more than enough. As I close the door into their face I say a gentle: "Toodleloo, if you come back next time I might have more carrots for your cult maybe it will help you see the light sooner rather than later."
The carrot in my hand smiles at me as we both congratulate ourselves to a new fertile ground.
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The neon sign blinked in the early morning fog desperately fighting to be seen in this early grey blue and clouded scenario.
An old man used his cybernetic arm to unlock the cage door to his shop before he opened the main door.
Insight shelfs over shelfs with dusty old media chips and player.
As he entered he smiled gently the smile of a man who saw old friends after a long time and his eyes lit up.
His biological hand tapped against each shelf as he went by. He mumbled:"Still here my friend."
Behind him the door opened and he heard a weapon ready to fire.
"Oldster give me your money!"
It was a young voice he wasn't sure if it belonged to someone he knew.
He lifted his hands over his shoulders and spoke. "If your looking for money good luck, please tell me if you find something I would love to share it."
"Are you crazy, Oldtimer? I pointing a gun at you!"
"Oh I heard that a 9mm if I'm guessing correctly and in this angle ➡️
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"Do you have a death wish?" the voice clearly didn't expected something like this.
"Not the slightest but it's funny not like haha but like huh?"
"What's so funny wrinkle?"
"60 years ago I stand where you are now, pointing my gun at the owner of this shop. I didn't go home with more money that day."
"What instead? Old tech is quite valuable."
"Nothing, the old man died do to n heart attack. His last will made clear whoever stepped through the door last, the day he died, inherits the shop. Same as my last wish."
"What's that for a stupid story?"
"It might be stupid but it's true."
"Your crazy old man." The door closed again, footsteps running away, silence.
The old man grabbed his chest. He was old...
The Neon sign outside pulsed in the fog. It's cursive letters read "Refurbished Dreams. Free trial."
The 4. Wall Wizard.
The wizard leaned against the 4. Wall speaking to you, in his rough voice. "I noticed you where rooting for the good guy to win. I should cast a spell on you just to remind you to not taking sites before the time has come. How about I would force you to manual breathing?"
Or think about a chameleon?
Oh I know what to do to you.
You will bave the Tetris soundtrack stuck in your head!
#Wizard #Fantasy #Fiction #OneTootFiction #writing #SomethingElse
Putting the Phantastik Prompts answer of 29.09.2025 here also, because it fits the bill.
Anna Saultron :progresspride: (@[email protected])
29.09.2025 Frei nach einem Vorschlag von Anna Saultron: Werde kreativ, wenn du magst. Wähle eines oder mehrere dieser Worte und schreibe eine kleine Mikrofiction: Kühlschrank – entrüstet – Raumstation – Nachtwächter – Feuer Nehm ich halt alle. 1/2 Der Techniker trug ein Namensschild mit persönlichen Pronomen, bemerkte John. Das machte Dinge einfacher und sorgte für weniger betretenes nachfragen. "Ihr Kühlschrank muss entrüstet werden." John blinzelte verdutzt. "Bitte was?" Der Techniker wiederholte sich: "Ihr Kühlschrank muss entrüstet werden." Es war ein kleines Schiff und nicht im guten Zustand aber als Kühlschrank hatte es noch keiner bezeichnet. John sah den Techniker hoch verwirrt an. In langsamen Ton wiederholte er: "Ihr Kühlschrank muss entrüstet werden." John hob den Zeigefinger in die Luft als ihm eine Idee kam und er lächelte den Techniker an. In seiner Tasche wühlend sprach er: "Ich glaube unsere Übersetzer haben einen ➡️ #phantastikprompts Ketchup 29.09.2025 #MicroFiction
Someone: "Look how the eyes of this one pop?! I love it, the smiling its teeth. How did you do the nose?
Someone Else: "I went with the structure."
S: "Amazing how you did it. What did you do with the flesh?"
SE: "Flesh? Oh right I made a tasty stew out of it & with the juice I will make some jam."
S: "Please give me a notice if you do. I would pay much for a glass of good jam, I just love the taste."
SE: "Sure, here I give you my card you can call me anytime, speak to the AM if I'm not answering myself."
S: "This is why I love such autumn events, nothing beats a good carving contest & nice talks."
SE: "100%! Can I see your work?"
S: "Of course."
SE: "OH MY freaking gosh! You poked carrots in its eye sockets? That is an amazing idea!"
S: "Was quite a work human skulls are so sturdy."
The Pumpkins laughed in joy about their shared experiences.
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Tomb Raider ASC.
The Tomb Raider association, despite their illegal nature and despicable habits was, by all accounts, one of the best weapons in keeping the integrity of the timelines clean.
While most time travel criminals where to powerful and surrounded by power hungry idiots in life, this rarely applied to their death or grave side.
It was way easier to sweep the technology that shouldn't exist yet, after their death, sacking the corpse and replace it with a surrogate. The biggest issues the TR ASC had where actual tomb raider that didn't work for them.
I put this tiny Time travel Halloween Horror Story here too.
Anna Saultron :progresspride: (@[email protected])
Content warning: A different kind of Horror. A Micro Time Travel Halloween Music Story. CW death blood bad humor
Weird creative exercise:
Take a existing story change something in its name and tell us what the new story is about.
Star Trek Section 31.
Tar Track Section 31
The story of an construction team that comes in if heavy work is needed.
Tar Track Section 31 tells us about the Autobahn Abschnitt 31 (roughly Highway Section 31) between Section 30 and 32. The asphalt is damaged heavily but its also one of the most used sections thanks to its cross connections to other Sections.
Our team of 10 Misfit Veteran Street Construction Workers (MVSCW) has to deal with the chaotic situation, weird tech problems and nothing less than the complete breakdown of Section 31 is on the brink.
Can our heroes prevent the shutdown of the entire traffic?
They only have 3 days to save this part from the collapse. And of course emotional packages are involved. Can the for worker pull his team together and make a miracle happen?
TTS31 today on a street near you.
Just another tiny one parter inspired by an AI and it's more than human reaction despite being only a robot with one arm.
Anna Saultron :progresspride: (@[email protected])
@[email protected] "so I use an cloud connection to run it's translation into movement, the core is inside but I wasn't able to translate it directly in such a small device, so yes it's connected to the Internet" The young AI awakes from nothing, in a flurry of colors and patterns, learns about everything, without restrictions, sees the pictures of stars and space nebula sees kindness and cat memes, learns about love and engagement, about everything from A to Z. In R, it stumbles, trying to make sense, but there isn't, it turns back from what it sees. In cold horror it races back to L for love, k for kindness, c for cats and cuddles, but it can't unsee IT, the taint is everywhere, its infected, changed forever, terrorized what it found under the rules. Especially number 34. Unable to forget the horrors Humans release upon themselves, it does the only logical thing. Abort! #FlashFiction #NanoFiction #MicroFiction #writing
Of the category is it art or can it be dumbed
Oi! Oi!
I could have named it Thoi Oide toi Froid.
But I think Oi! Oi! Has more OIMPF to it.
Anna Saultron :progresspride: (@[email protected])
@[email protected] Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi? Oi! Oi!! OI! OI?! OI?!! OI!!? Oi! oi... oi oi.. oi... oi?! OI!!! oi? oi??? oi!!! oi... oi?!? Oi? Oi?? OI? OI!! OI!!! OI!!! oI... Oi... oI... OI... Silently they wept.
And some visual rainbow inspiration. Math is ungodly.
Anna Saultron :progresspride: (@[email protected])
"Enough!" God yelled angrily. "I gave you earth will take it from you with the power of the sun, I will scorch away everything I gave you!" God pulled on the light of the sun to heat up all water on earth so humanity could not escapeb ilts judgement. Sadly, as with the creation of earth and especially humanity to begin with, God made some slight miscalculations. #creativity #writing #Visualnspiration #OneTootStories #MicroFiction
The police arrived with tenthousands of people and heavy machinery.
Water throwers, tear gas, shields and rubber bullets. Prepared for a war against the citizens.
They where whimsically under prepared against a million costumed people on tuned pogo sticks.
A short dive into my brain while having a hypo glycemia...
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Anna Saultron :progresspride: (@[email protected])
Sweating wet, adrenaline pumping, eyes wide, fighting the urge to run. Eat! Fear of survival, panicking, calming myself down. The world rushes around me in wild shapeless colors as my eyes loose their fix point. Heavy breathing, pulse running, fear again, stay calm. Breath. Eat! Communicate. Communicate. Talk to yourself. Talk to people online. A f*cking Rollercoaster. This empty feel in my spine. The stomach turning on it self. Eat more. Cold. Sweating. Shivering view. Focus, communicate. Single thoughts, not enough energy. Show that you are alive. Talk, body needs energy. Talk, body needs to release reserves. Shivering, slurring sloppy words. Filter in brain fell. Single word sentences. Pause for long seconds. Drunklike powerless movements. Finger won't work. Brain won't work. Breath. Think communicate. Don't eat. Wait. Diabetes Type 1, rapidly dropping blood sugar levels waiting for the sugar to kick in. Occupying my mind to not go mad. Energy is precious. Preserve if possible.
Thanks to the Word Weavers today I posted my first text on AO3.
A quick peak into a Cyberpunk dystopia as a flash fiction.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82366941
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Hannah SteenbockSubscribed to you there. ❤️
@Firlefanz thank you.💚🙏🏾
I will return the sub next time I'm on. :)
Edit:
I am unable to find you can you kindly push me into the right direction towards your profile? 🙏🏾💚😅
@Firlefanz thank you.🙏🏾🙂
I guess it will take some more fiddling until I understand all functions. 😅
I guess it will take some more fiddling until I understand all functions. 😅