#anyways yeah another fucking lizard

[sparky-is-spiders]

Ignoring my Tumblr screentime limit to say that this song would be the perfect Amaldyne and Eityr song (from Eityr’s perspective) if it was less strongly implied to be about a romantic relationship.

#eityr is aroace #amaldyne is allo but too busy making her entire personality saving the world and maybe also doing some moral no-nos to worry about dating #but I heard ‘she’s bad news / but i’m no better’ and went ‘oh that’s exactly how eityr feels about amaldyne! #eityr: hey is it normal to obsessivly hold onto another person because they excuse and enable your bad behavior and they’re the only person #who can fucking stand you and you see yourself reflected in them on a fundamental level? even as you know they’re making you worse and their #love is conditional because it’s the only love you’ve ever gotten? #amaldyne: yeah that’s how I feel about you and i’m a regular everyman. anyway please stop having doubts about whether or not being my bff is #‘bad for you’ i found some bad guys and i need you to eat their brains and tell me everything they know ok thx ily #they’re the worst <3 #amaldyne #amaldyne rotwing #eityr #god she really needs a last name i’m so sorry #anyway #the lizard crew #(technically eityr is one of my few non-lizards (noctar + bug person) but that’s the tag sooooo) #but yeah back on the romance stuff #eityr came aromantic pre-story (or at least this specific iteration of it) #and i think making them have a romance would actually take away something from their ddynamic #they’re platonic soulmates who are obsessed with each other but also sort of ruining each others lives (and tbh it’s mostly amaldyne’s fault #) #ok very tired hope all of that made sense #analdyne&eityr #<- idk what my tag for their relationship is so its that one now #okok for real goodnight #Youtube

[boxloonaer]

i went to a 7 eleven twice yeehaw

it was ecip

#i got slurpees in the super big gulp cups #and also im in florida #theres so many lizards by my hotel lol #theyre cool #also i went to sea world and saw a dolphin try to fuck another one and it was a strange experience #like dude put your dolphin dick away there are children here 🙄🙄🙄 #he was also so tiny compared to the other dolphin it was kinda funny #and also my mom saw two lizards fucking outside our hotel lol #i guess its mating season for alot of animals rn #also also the other dolphin was not having it #literally #that dolphin was girlbossing away from the other one #yeehaw #anyways #im having an intense time on vacation rn #had a mental breakdown a few times while textng my brother who couldnt come with us #my parents suck and its ruining my vacation so yeah #gonna go cry myself to sleep brb

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 20)

au masterlist

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 we lost.

well…we won.

but we lost.

we won 5-4 against the orange and blue fucks, but my best friends conspired against me and went against my explicit wishes and CUT THEIR HAIR.

@/dawson1416 @/john.marino97 I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME, ASSHATS!

don’t worry, dawson was jailed for his crime against me

anyways 😒

we racked up 5 goals tonight to secure our second win in a row for the first time this month! including goals from traitor number 1, captain slut, uncle lizard and my beautiful baby angel doll face, Jacky!!

i’m so proud of my boys for not losing their confidence and coming together to win another game!

and special shoutout to my great uncle lizard, who got us our game winning goal with TWENTY-SEVEN SECONDS LEFT! i truly thought we would be going to overtime and i would be out past my bedtime, but no! because Laser’s got my back! thank you, king!

p.s. if you saw, or if you didn’t see, my lovely boyfriend was the first star tonight! and with being first star, means doing an interview! tonight, i bet my sweet boy $20 that he wouldn’t call our wonderful captain a whore in his interview— and although i didn’t think he would… he took that bet! AND took it a step further by saying, and i quote, “Nico’s our whore.” oh how i love this man! sorry, i wasn’t aware that you were chill like that @/jackhughes . enjoy your newfound $20, my love! it came from your wallet last week!

p.p.s. Mathew Barzal, you bald headed bitch, stay away from my goal net and my boys

tagged john.marino97, dawson1417, jackhughes, nicohischier, and curtislazar95

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jackhughes when the hell did you take 20 dollars from my wallet?

y/ndevils00 remember when you were sleeping last week?

jackhughes i can’t say that i do because i sleep every night

y/ndevils00 yeah, lame. well, it was then

jackhughes you know i’d give it to you if you just ask?

y/ndevils00 yeah, so why ask?

lhughes_06 can’t argue with that logic, Jacky

jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i’m not appreciating this new thing where you two gang up on me

lhughes_06 oh really? cause i’m having a blast!

y/ndevils00 me too!

jackhughes yeah, i’m sure you guys are 🫥

trevorzegras remember dude, you chose this life

y/ndevils00 it’s a sad day when even @/trevorzegras understands

trevorzegras what have i done to you?!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras breathe.

lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras bro, her answer is never gonna change. just accept it

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 Lukey, you are my bestest friend in the world

john.marino97 hello?? right here!

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 shut up! bald men don’t get to speak!

curtislazar95 i got a special shoutout! you’re welcome, niece!!

y/ndevils00 of course you did! because you did great things!

dawson1417 i did great things too!

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 did you? did you, really? 😑

jackhughes @/dawson1417 the answer is no, dude. just say no

dawson1417 … no

user63 THEIR HAIR! THEIR BEAUTIFUL HAIR!

dawson1417 John made me do it!

y/ndevils00 that must be it because i know YOU would never defy my wishes

john.marino97 you liar! i didn’t “make” you do anything!

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 i trust nothing that comes out of your mouth

john.marino97 well then it’s a good thing that didn’t come out of my mouth. it was typed with my thumbs

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 next game, you will be jailed for your crimes AND your sass

dawson1417 @/john.marino97 😝

tofff73 why does Lazar get to be king and i’m queen?

y/ndevils00 because you give queen energy? what kind of question is that?

tofff73 you’re right, that was so silly of me

y/ndevils00 it’s okay! you were just feeling silly goofy! i forgive you!

nicohischier i thought he said horse

y/ndevils00 oh you sweet beautiful slut,, what sense would horse have made?

nicohischier makes more sense than calling me a whore

y/ndevils00 in what world?

nicohischier all of them?!

y/ndevils00 i do not believe you

nicohischier fine, yeah, whatever, i’m a whore

y/ndevils00 AH ACCEPTANCE! YOU FINALLY HIT THE FINAL STAGE OF GRIEF

nicohischier and what exactly was i grieving?

y/ndevils00 a normal life <3

nicohischier oh yeah, you ended any chances of that as soon as i met you

user02 2 wins in a row… are we… back?

user94 I THOUGHT THAT’S WHAT JACK SAID BUT I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT

john.marino97 does it really look bad?

y/ndevils00 do you want me to be nice or honest?

john.marino97 i can’t believe i’m saying this, but honest

y/ndevils00 it looks great. i just miss your curls!

john.marino97 they’ll grow back, i promise!

y/ndevils00 but how can you know?!

john.marino97 it’s MY hair??

#media management au! #media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[morganbritton132]

I love that Eddie is a craft guy! It just makes so much sense. Do you think he's one of those people who is CONSTANTLY doing a new craft and their house is just littered with Eddie's crafts, and he's always making little hand made gifts for Steve, the party and the band? I can totally imagine Steve coming home and the house just being in total disarray and Eddie's just like "I made a bird table and i personalised all your coffee cups :))"

Eddie Munson and the ADHD urge to start a new project before you finished the last one.

Despite Eddie’s big personality and the joy he gets galivanting across cafeteria tables and award show stages, he is very much a homebody. His favorite places growing up was his bedroom, Gareth’s garage, and the drama room where he hosted D&D. Then he went on tour and when the shows were over, he just wanted to be home.

He liked being able to strip away the Eddie Munson persona, sit down, and channel all the ideas in his head into a creative output.

Honestly, making money just made it worse. He can afford shit now.

Steve’s the opposite though.

Steve likes to be out of the house. He was a kid that lived in a big house with parents that never wanted to see or hear him, sometimes year-round sports were the only thing keeping him sane. Once Eddie made it big and was touring, Steve was once again alone in a big empty house and so he found things to do.

He meets up with Robin at least once a week to get dinner and drinks, and sometimes they go dancing or they sing karaoke. Him and Dustin meet up semi-regularly to catch up. He was a part of their neighborhood walking group before Diane annoyed him out of it. He goes bowling with some teachers from work occasionally and takes a pottery class that he sucks at. Him and Max are a part of a trivia team that has only ever succeeded at being the drunkest team in the game.

So, the combination of ‘Steve is 90% of my impulse control and he’s not here right now’ and ‘If I don’t create something, I will die’ means that sometimes Steve comes home to a new windchime or a questionably made bird house.

 Sometimes he comes home to Eddie embroidering one of his jackets by hand even though he bought an embroidery machine that he has never used. Other times, he comes home and Eddie has carved every bar of soap they had into a little fucked-up guy or he found a recorder and wants to play Steve a song.

Or sometimes, Steve returns home from the cooking class he’s taking at their local community center to beads. Beads everywhere.

Beads in the carpet. Beads on the hardwood. Beads in their shoes by the stairs. Beads everywhere.

Steve – who is pretty Type-A about their house being clean and organized because he has a shit memory and needs to be able to find things – very calmly sits aside the ravioli that he made and says, “Eddie, what the fuck?”

“I dropped them.”

Steve makes a gesture like ‘yeah, no shit’ and then just makes a distressed noise, but Eddie waves him off as he dumps a handful of beads into the good punch bowl that they use for parties, “Don’t blame me. Your cat tripped me. I nearly brained myself.”

“She’s only my cat when she’s bad,” Steve sighs, sitting down to help pick the beads up. “Why do you have beads anyways? Since when do we have beads?”

“Do you remember those beaded lizard keychains?” Eddie asks, and then when all he got was silence. “I’m going to make you one…after we pick up two thousand pony beads.”

Steve makes another noise that’s somewhere between ‘you’re causing me actual pain’ and ‘I love you so much it makes me stupid’ and Eddie grins at him. He gestures to the punch bowl and says, “Stevie, think about it. Once we fill this bad boy up, we can separate the beads by color. That’ll be fun, right?”

“…Yeah, I’d actually really like that.”

#Steve is a bar of soap guy and it’s the worst thing about him #Meanwhile Joan is doing her damnest to make her dads spend quality time together #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #joan the disservice cat

[jellyfishoreo1206]

I really wasn't expecting so many people to like my Mirage x reader so much! I'm glad you guys liked it!

Though this is a rewrite, because I accidentally deleted the original. I'm still a little salty about it but it's whatever

Though there will be a small few changes that aren't updated in the part 1, but nothing much, just how the text will be colored. And some inconsistent POV changes

Y/N-Pink

Mirage-Blue

Noah-Orange

But anyway, here's part two!

Part one is here btw

Meeting Mirage ;)

Warnings: Suggested drug usage, language

"So is there a reason why we're walking instead of taking your car?" Currently right now, Y/N, who was about to go to bed several minutes ago, is now walking the empty streets of Brooklyn with Noah right beside her. And in addition of that, a blindfold for some reason that she's still trying to figure out. It was nearly midnight and this man literally just told her he had something important to show her. Many questions asked, and no answers yet.

He just kept responding with, 'you'll see when we get there', which is slowly starting to tick her off. And to make it just a little worse, she's still in her PJ's, a black tank top, some baggy white sweatpants that aren't even hers, and some worn out spiderman slippers. And it's fucking cold.

"It's close by, not even that long of a walk."

"It better be, because I swear to God Noah if whatever you're about to show me is something stupid I'm going to fucking kick you."

"I swear it's not."

"Also why did it have to be at night? Why not early in the morning?!"

"Because it couldn't wait until early in the morning!"

"Mhm, yeah right. You didn't even let me have time to put on a jacket. It's fucking cold."

"It's summer."

"You know how cold I am naturally!"

"Wouldn't be surprised if you were a lizard."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm just befriending you so I can slowly take over humanity! Maybe so I can lick all the things I want without getting weird looks from people because it'll all be lizards!"

It was quiet for a moment, before the pair started to laugh at the comment. Sometimes they can't take each other seriously. It's always one of the two that makes the most random comments to ever been said.

"I'll get you some of those croissant thingys from that bakery you like. As a, 'Sorry for dragging you out of your apartment to show you something' apology."

"You better, you mother fucker...and bring some milk too."

"You're the only person I know that likes milk as a beverage."

"Hey! You can make all kinds of shit out of milk! It's not weird to like it as a beverage. Hell, you were drinking it out of your mother once!"

"Never say that sentence ever again."

Sooner or later, they finally arrived at their destination. With the jingling of keys, Noah unlocks a door before gently pulling her into the building. She was immediately hit with the smell of oil, the fumes of paint, and the smell of gas. Wherever they are, Y/N's guessing they're in Noah's garage.

Now, Noah was nervous, the whole entire time they walked here, he was fidgeting with his finger every so often. He fears how his best friend will react to Mirage, and hoping, hoping it's a good reaction. Though, it might be a small chance, but that's not stopping him from praying to the point someone passing by will probably think he's a little crazy.

"Heyyy you're back! And you brought the pretty lady too~" Now Y/N wasn't expecting another person to be here. She thought it would just be the two of them. Not that she was complaining, maybe this important thing needed someone to look after it so it wouldn't break or something.

Though in reality, it's a huge 12ft robot chilling on the floor, waiting for the both of them. But she doesn't know that. Yet.

"Y/N, I want you to me-"

Noah was cut off by Mirage, a pout on his face as he crosses his arms. "Nu uh man! Lemme have this one!" He quickly clears his throat, with a flirtatious smirk replacing that pout in seconds.

"The names Mirage, bonita~ But you can call me yours~" There was a playfulness in his tone, and to Y/N, he seemed very confident and outgoing. Maybe a little flirty, but that's fine with her. Though he does sound rather young, maybe around the same age as Noah? (I don't know how old he is, but I'm guessing maybe around 19-21, also reader is like 6 years older than Noah) And what a strange name, maybe it's a nickname he likes to go by.

"That's the most cheesiest line I've ever heard in my entire life." Y/N let's a chuckle slip through, snapping out of her little mind rant, a small smile making it's way onto her lips.

"Hey I spent a good amount of time on that! Plus, it's not that cheesey.."

"..Was that too cheesey?"

"Dude you're the one who came up with it, not me."

"But you're supposed to be my wingman here! I scratch your back, you scratch mine." There was a small stare down between the two, before Noah sighed.

"...okay maybe it was a little too cheesey-"

"I may not be able to see, but you guys are horrible at whispering."

Y/N was still standing somewhat next to Noah, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for their so called secret conversation to be over with. All the things she wants do is to go to sleep and enjoy her day-off the next day. That's all she asks for.

"Anyway, what's that important thing you wanted to show me, Noah?" She goes to remove the blindfold, but was stopped by a frantic Noah holding her wrists in a soft, but firm, grip.

"Shit! S-Sorry, it's just.." Noah sighs out in frustration, letting go of Y/N's wrists. "I gotta tell you something before I show you the thing." Said woman raised her brow at Noah's behavior. Now's she getting a little worried for what the hell Noah might show her.

"It's.. It's not something illegal, right?"

"No!" He pauses for a few seconds, "At least I don't thin-"

"NOAH-??"

"Right. So, uh, I think it's best if you just..see for yourself?"

"Why do you sound so unsure." Finally glad to be able to take off the damn fabric, Y/N looks at her surroundings, blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes. Her suspicions of being in Noah's garage was correct. But what she wasn't expecting was a huge metal being sitting in the middle of the room, optics on her with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hey~"

It takes a few seconds before her mind could catch up, her expression blank. When the scene in front of her processed completely, she immediately turned around, walking towards the door with fast and hurried steps.

"Nope. Nu-uh. Not dealing with this shit tonight. Fuck this shit. I'm out. Peace. Adíos. Goodbye forever. So lon-"

"Y/N wait c-come back!"

"And I will walk 500 miles, and I'll walk 500 more-" Grabbing onto the handle, she tries to open it. Only thing was the door jammed repeatedly. "Fucking shit."

"Ouch, they never treated E.T like this." He pouts, dramatically putting the back of his hand to his forehelm. Now he was kind of expecting her to scream or least for her to faint, but this reaction was more amusing.

"Just let me, uh, us explain-!" Noah forcefully put himself between Y/N and the door, holding out his arms so she wouldn't try to go around. A staredown ensues.

"Please..?" Shrugging his shoulders a little with an unsure smile on his face, his attempt to make himself as convincing as possible. With a sigh, she nods, backing away from the door with slight hesitation. Turning back to the robot in question, Mirage has a bubbly smile on his face, optics lighting up.

"There you go! I ain' gonna hurt you," The mech coos teasingly. "Quite a show you put up though, ever thought of doing stand-up comedy?"

Y/N was still a bit tense, looking at the bot in caution. She doesn't even know what to do in a kind of situation like this. Hell, what do you even do in a kind of situation like this?

But despite that, Noah seems to know, Mirage was his name? He seems to know him pretty well, from how well Noah and him seem to get along. It actually explains a lot of things, that you didn't realize until then. How Noah seemed to be very secretive whenever it came to his garage, and seemed to be somewhat cautious whenever someone looks through his things.

"It's okay mami, you can admire this handsome face as long as you like~" Mirage's flirtatious voice broke you out of your mind ramble, a blush covering your face in an instant. You spaced out without realizing it.

"S-shit my bad."

"Heyy, it's alright~ Not often you come across a face like this!" He sticks his glossa out, making a peace sign with his servos as he winks at her. It, oddly made him cute. A small chuckle comes out of the woman, posture now slightly relaxed a little more, but still tense. Thinking this was a dream, she goes to pinch her arm as hard as she can, but no it's no dream. Maybe she had to much edibles before going to bed, and she was just in the streets all sluggish and her mind is throwing delusions at her, just for entertainment. Like a jester of sorts.

But she ran out of edibles 3 days ago, so that's most likely not the reason why.

Like promised, Noah and Mirage explained what, where, who, and why he was on Earth. And that there's more of him. And that they can transform into cars. And he demonstrated this, by transforming into a car himself. The Frankenstein car you were inside not longer than a week ago.

Now the dots were finally connecting.

She continues to ask him a variety of questions, each of which ranging from how long he's been on Earth, why he choose a Porsche to be his alt mode (to which he responded with, "A cool guy like me needs to have a pretty cool alt to go along with it" followed by a flirtatious wink), and how many other people know about his existence. By know your shoulders are less tense, posture completely relaxed as she continues a conversation with (mainly Mirage) the two of them.

And Mirage, being the big flirt he is, kept throwing pick-up lines whenever the chance showed itself, accompanied by a wink and a cute smirk. Each one making you a little flustered.

Eventually Noah had to leave, because apparently Kris never went to sleep in the first place, to busy to defeat Bowser. He knew because Kris accidentally blew his cover via walkie-talkie. So now it's just you and Mirage, all alone in the garage.

It felt somewhat awkward, but Mirage always found a way to break the silence of everything.

"So how'd you meet my boy?"

"His mom, she was a co-worker of mine a few years ago, and decided to invite me over to her house to meet her kids."

"And what, you guys hit it off there?"

Y/N let's out a small chuckle, shaking her head. "Not exactly. He was a little nervous at the start. We only started talking when I offered to babysit Kris." And the conversation continued on from there, leaking into the early hours of the morning.

Mirage knew he wanted to know and see more about the human, she's just so pretty and fascinating! And her reactions and little faces she makes are so cute to him, make him wanna squeeze her little cheeks. His tanks are filled with the fluttery feeling again, the more they talk, the more it increases. Now he knew when to take risks, and this is one of them definitely. He knows he wants to see more of her, to keep talking with her. Just makes his spark go absolutely crazy.

So why not ask her out?

Alright Mirage, you can do this, my man! Don't let that nervous feeling pull you down. C'mon c'mon c'mon! When will you get another chance like this ever again?

After giving himself a small prep talk, Mirage finally asks. "Hey you wanna go to the drive-ins sometime tomorrow? I'd love to keep seeing that pretty face of yours more~" A wink following with a smirk. His confidence was all over the place, and his spark was beating rapidly, like it's going to come out of his chassis. Obviously it wasn't shown on his face, but internally he was a nervous wreck.

You were somewhat taken off-guard by his question, a blush covering your cheeks. Is he asking you out on a date? I mean, he could be asking to hang out more, but his various flirtatious comments and compliments thrown at you made you think otherwise.

Now that she thinks about, he's actually a lot better than any person she's been in a relationship with. He's actually makes her laugh, is nice and gentle, a good listener, and overall quite comfortable to be around with. And he's quite a cutie and handsome one too..fuck it.

"Sure. What time, handsome~?" The mech perked up at her response, optics lighting up. "How 'bout sometime at 7? I know a pretty good spot~"

"Then it's a date." Oh how that word made his spark flutter. He does a little dance and fists his hand in the air for his small victory, Y/N laughing a little at his antics. Her cheeks hurt so much from smiling so much. She's pretty excited for tomorrow's drive-in now.

When Mirage finally settles down, she beckons him down to be at her level, a small mischievous smile on her face. Confused, he does so, couching down until becoming face to face with her smiling face.

Warm lips peck his metal cheek, his optics widening in surprise at the bold gesture, a blue blush makes itself known on his face. The warmth spreading through his entire body as a shiver goes up his backstruts. Now he's for sure his spark might just beat out his chassis. She can practically hear it!

"Something for you to think about until tomorrow~ Goodnight Mirage~" And with that, she leaves the garage, a big smile on her face as she makes her way home, ready to finally crash into her bed and excited for the night tomorrow.

Mirage was left crouching in the garage, a surprised look still of his face, still trying to process what had just happen. His look of shock then quickly shifted to a look of giddiness, letting out a victory whoop as he tries to calm his beating spark.

"Man, what a woman!" And he cannot wait to see her again.

#transformers x reader #mirage x reader #rotb mirage #rotb mirage x reader #such a cute baby #rise of the beasts #knightverse #bayverse #noah diaz

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

wait i always thought dinosaurs and lizards were really closely related? doesn't dinosaur mean terrible lizard or was that just people not knowing anything

legitimately curious btw not trying to be be rude!! don't want another birds are dinosaurs no they aren't yes they are incident lol

-saurus is a tricky word, right? cause everyone thinks it means "lizard"

but the way it was used originally its more like "reptile"

so actually I prefer to translate "dinosaur" as "terrible reptile"

that's kind of a tangent. anyways, when we first found dinosaurs we thought maybe they were like lizards, bc Iguanodon had a tooth like an Iguana (hence Iguana - Tooth, don meaning Tooth).

but we figured out p quick that they were closer to crocodilians and birds

then a guy named dollo fucked everything up

but yeah the idea of dinosaurs as being close to lizards is just a huuuuuuuuge misconception. they could not be farther apart from one another in terms of living reptiles

so if you wanna put it in human relationship terms

birds and crocodilians are first cousins

turtles are their second cousins

lizards, tuatara, and snakes? third.

[damienthepious]

did you know that it's a full moon tonight? because that fact has shaped ALL my writing progress today.

i fucking hate this new editor by the way. i can BARELY fucking post fic at all anymore and it's fucking banishing me to the phantom zone. go read my fic on ao3 instead im begging you.

raised by wolves

[ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationships: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Sir Damien, Lord Arum, The Keep

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin' Tuesday, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolf!Rilla specifically, Secrets, (look i think rilla deserves to have some angsst explored for once), (uhhhh god there have GOT to be more tags uhh. i don't know i'll add more later), (In later chapters there will be), Implied/Referenced Harm to Children, Implied/Referenced Violence, Mild Injury

Summary: Rilla is keeping secrets.

Notes: This didn't exist this morning and now i've got a new fucking multichapter to worry about jesus fuck. hopefully (LMAO) this one won't actually be that long? if it goes according to.. plan???? yeah. right. fine. okayfine.

~

Rilla has always liked straight lines. Consistent rules. Categories, into which data points will neatly fall.

This might, possibly, have something to do with all the categories she falls between the cracks of, herself. Or maybe she was always going to be like this. Who knows? She doesn't exactly have a control group to check with. Life doesn't work like that; neat and tidy like her experiments. Life is messy. Her life, in particular, is messy. But, hey, at least it's messy mostly on a predictable cycle. Mostly.

Rilla packs her usual bag, false bottom carefully in place with her new tinctures alongside the old standbys. She pulls her hair out of her face and into a braid, and picks her way down to the greenhouse to say her goodbyes.

A newer wrinkle in the routine: saying her see-you-in-a-couple-days, I-promise-I'll-be-safe, try-to-remember-that-I-love-yous in the Keep, now, and not in her own hut. Saying them to Arum, too.

Arum hasn't questioned her absences, yet, because she goes off on her own all the time anyway, and because he never really seems to question her about leaving the Keep. She can tell that he doesn't want to remind her of being kept here, and... that isn't necessary, really, but it's sweet, in a way.

He and Damien can keep each other company while she's gone, too. Which is nice. Damien doesn't have to be quite so lonely when she's gone, anymore (and Arum doesn't have to be lonely at all, if she can help it).

She kisses Damien deep, distracted by the way his skin smells, this close to the moon, and when she pulls back Arum nuzzles his snout into her neck in a way that makes her want to growl, though she manages to suppress the urge into just a shudder as she wraps an arm around him and squeezes. No time for fun, just now, unfortunately. She kisses Arum's cheek, light and sweet to make him scowl, and then she peels herself away with a casual wave.

The Keep's portal drops her in the front room of her hut, receding back into the wide planter to the left of the hearth with a gentle farewell warble from the Keep (or at least... what she assumes is a gentle farewell warble), and Rilla grabs another one or two things to stuff into her pack before she steps out of the hut, locks up, and marches into the jungle.

Damien thinks that her monthly disappearances have to do with harvesting rare medicinal plants with very particular blooming cycles, which is... partly true. There are flowers and herbs to be harvested during the day, when she can. She doesn't like being less than honest with Damien, but she's been less than honest with every single person she's ever known since her parents were Exiled. And- it's a medical condition. Sort of. She's allowed to keep a medical condition private if she wants to.

Arum...

Arum complicates things. He's good at that.

Arum complicates her excuses for not telling Damien, specifically. Because if Damien can, in fact, put aside his animosities and find room in his heart for a monster...

(Maybe she could have told him ages ago.)

(Or maybe not. Maybe it would have been too much, before. Maybe he would have been terrified. Maybe he would have felt betrayed. Maybe he would have told the Crown. Maybe he would have-)

No one knows about the second hut, the same way no one knows about her condition. Though... "hut" is generous. Her home is a hut, cozy and carefully cluttered and warm and welcoming. This building is more of a shack, really. It's a fair hike from the hut, but she can get there before dusk with time to spare, which is pretty much the point. Technically speaking, she could just overnight here and then come back home during the day, if she really pushed it, but that would be a lot harder to explain than just saying that she needs to travel to a distant grove for botanical purposes.

It looks abandoned and ramshackle, but the door and the lock are sturdy, and Rilla has the key.

Sturdy, reinforced walls, a wooden locking bar to make certain that nothing gets in and out, no windows. Bare floors, excepting a chair and a desk in one corner for a little bit of reading or writing during the day, and a chest to keep her things in. Mostly open space, where Rilla spreads out the blankets she brought, right in front of the metal hoops for the chains.

She cut her timing a little close today, mostly because she wanted to actually enjoy her morning with Damien and Arum. She sighs, stretches, and unpacks her extra clothes into the chest so she can get to the false bottom of her pack and pull out her medicine.

First night. She'll go with her standby tincture, this time. She has a new experimental blend she wants to try, but she'd rather save it for tomorrow, the full moon, and see how it affects her on the day that hits her with the most severe symptoms. This one, she at least knows that it'll keep her mostly placid.

She sighs, uncorks the vial and slams it back like a shot, wrinkling her nose at the taste.

The medicine makes her memory a bit... muddy? But even before she developed this particular treatment regimen, she couldn't remember much about what happened, what she would do on the nights immediately surrounding the full moon.

She does know that she hates it here. Hates the chains, hates the wood against her claws, hates the drowsiness from the medicine. Hates being alone.

She packs her kit back up. She undresses to her underclothes, then stows her dress and shoes and the tinctures into the chest before she closes it with a click.

She goes to sit on the blankets on the floor, then, fixing the harness around her neck and chest and adjusting it to the marked positions. Rilla has been alone in one way or another since her parents left, she reminds herself as she settles in to wait, her skin already prickling and her eyes adjusting far too quickly to the dark.

The wolf will just have to cope.

#elle's fanfic #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #amaryllis of exile #sir damien #lord arum #raised by wolves #dying about this. also hoping desperately that my cobbled together html attempt got around the dogshit editor enough for this to be USEABLE

[0alix0]

it’s still kinda disappointing that throughout all the game/chapters/patches we’ve never seen some Zakuulans just loosing their shit because of some casual galactic stuff

i mean, you get me, right? they’ve been isolated for centuries and probably have never encountered with aliens/different cultures before Valkorion died. It’s like living in a one small city your whole life without even having an idea of the rest of the world

just take you pick:

Koth literally having a list of the craziest, most weird meals in a galaxy (that even most people of those regions won’t risk touching with a stick) he wants to try. And it's not like he even likes most of them, but just because it's weird and fun and omg are those some kind of fried insects' wings? Give me a pack! Oh, this thing is still alive and probably will try to crawl out of your stomach? I'M ON BITCH. Also he has a whole collections of mini models of Imperial/Republic starships because, yeah, ok, maybe they are less effective and advanced compared to Ethernet Fleet but holy shit the LOOKS!!

some random zakuulans deciding to take a vacation somewhere in the “outlandish” part of the galaxy, and choosing to go to fucking HOTH of all planets. Because like... a planet... THAT IS FULL OF SNOW? AND ICE?? AND NOTHING ELSE?? why would they be interested in megapolises, they already live in one of the most advanced planets in the galaxy? But ilum? tatooine? that’s some unusual shit to go!

SAME zakuulans traveling to more technological worlds and seeing like hutts or ortolans or ugnaughts or smth and be like… is this an animal? it it even sentient?? ho-- WAIT IT TALKS?? HOW THE HELL DOES IT TALKS???? no one knows!

Vaylin scrolling through holonet and purely by accident sees some... really weird plant. like defiantly something alien... but it’s pretty and colorful and has a flower in there and she has never seen anything like it and she really REALLY WANTS-- anyway Arcann ends up getting her a star wars equivalent of cactus... whatever floats her boat i suppose? The more time goes on and she has a whole damn orangery filled with most exotic flowers/trees/plants of the galaxy. Some of them bites but uhh... Who cares?

knights reading jedi/sith code at larfing at those morons cuz lmao they willingly follow the code that forbids them from falling in love, getting married or having a family?? Pfft, jedi, not only you have zero bitches, you have no understanding of basic social human needs lmao??? Also, how is it absolutely legal to kill your own apprentices if you're a sith?? Wtf???? That’s not even surprise they’re loosing every war possible, they're better in exterminating each other than their own fucking enemies!

Senya just randomly asking outlander about other species like:

Senya*points at some alien* is this a human?

Outlander: No, that’s Chiss, they’re humanoid bu-

Senya*points at another*: it that a human?

Outlander: No it’s just a Mirialan, half-lizards

Senya: ok that! *points at miraluka* that IS a human right??

Outlander: no.

Senya: Alright, is there a reason they all look exactly like humans almost drowned in gouache paint? Were they somehow created from human genes? Or did they evolve from us somehow?

Outlander: you ask me??..... I mean... twi’leks were artificially made by Rakata and uh... technically pureblood sith aren’t actually pureblood they... uh... they’re all half-breed because of humans- I d-... I don’t know??? 

Senya: (ಠ_ಠ)

you know... that would probably go another way as well

#zakuul #koth vortena #Vaylin #senya tirall #swtor #Star Wars The Old Republic #text post #incorrect quote #shitpost

[themarginalthinker]

Wheels and Circles

(tiny drabble that's more of a feeling exploration. The pack is leaving their home of a long time. That means leaving lots of things behind.)

-

"This one?"

"No."

"Okay, uh. This one?"

"Dude."

"...I mean, okay, but this one is-"

"Paul."

The man in question flinches a little at Dwayne's tone. The tone that said 'we're done' with more finality than any scolding. Paul's fingers still linger on the paper and cardboard slip for the record.

He doesn't turn around, and he doesn't let go.

He hears Dwayne come up behind him, sees his hand coming before it touches his own but Paul still jerks the record away, keeping it out of the other's reach and stepping a few feet away. His lip lifts, showing the faintest tip of white teeth as he does.

Dwayne sighs.

"You know why we're doing this."

Yeah. Doesn't mean he has to like it. It doesn't mean that with every denial, he can't feel a little more of himself chipping, slipping away into the ocean outside.

He also knows they don't have time for this.

The clock was ticking every day. Stacking the others' anxiety atop his own in his head like bricks in a wall that will topple at the smallest push.

They had to leave Santa Carla, and things like records wouldn't find space in travel bags.

Paul gives the battered Beatles LP a long, last look, before setting it into its box alongside the others. In the bond, he can feel Dwayne relax, a little. There won't be a fight tonight.

Another one.

Paul is, however, done for the moment. He slips out of the storage space, away from Dwayne, past the others - past David, who has been staring at that fucking roadmap like it's going to reveal to him the secrets of the universe if only he look at it a little fucking longer - and out of the cave.

Paul lets the others' questioning prods at his mind fall off like oil on water. He turns when he's out of the cave, to the rickety staircase, and rather than climb that, he kicks off his boots and toes off his socks, and sets his extended claws to the bare rock of the cliffside.

The stone digs into his hands and feet as he digs into it. With a pull, he's up a step, and another. Bit by bit, like a lizard, like a mountain goat, chimerical creature, Paul ascends. The wind pull at him, his hair whipping around his face. People never mentions just how windy the sea is. Salt and brine and something pure works into his lungs as he lets himself breathe, taking it in.

Up and up, past a fatal fall height for a human.

Paul thinks about letting go. His claws slipping from their inhuman grip, feeling the fullness of the wind and spray of the ocean under his arms as he plunges. The swing of the Earth towards him as she hurls on, regardless of him.

He doesn't, though.

Paul eventually makes it to a small alcove - a jut of rock not quite near the top of the cliff, but close enough that from here, he can see the bay. The very tip of a rock formation way out there, cutting the perfect line of the horizon in two.

He crouches, watching the grey clouds roll over the black sky, slowly blotting out stars. In this season, there's soon to be squalls. Growing colder as the sun leaves them inch by inch, day by day.

What does he care of the sun - it's only concern to him ought to be keeping away from it.

Paul can feel David now, in the bond. Asking after him. They still have lots to do. Plans made, and meant to be followed through so this transition from hearth to heath will go smoothly. David will get angry anyway if he just ignores him outright for too long.

Paul moves to sit, and watch the ocean. The moon, in her round, silver face.

The tide changes.

#the lost boys #drabble #paul tlb #idk were this one was going #I just like exploring an emotion

[spopsalt]

Hey! Based on the other ask you got, I also wanna talk about Rogelio and Kyle if you don't mind :). I've been on the Fandom Wiki and I've noticed some things.

Apart from the obvious that they are different species and it can be considered zoo (their ship name doesn't help this suspicion as it's literally Repkyle and it implies reptile x kyle)

Anyways. It is canon that Kyle cannot understand Rogelio. So they wouldn't be able to like.. talk. At all. This makes their dynamic even weirder, as there are humans that can understand Rogelio. Why did they choose their partner to be the one person who can't?? Don't ask me. (This isn't saying that non-verbal people can't have relationships. Although it's questionable as to why they chose a lizard to be their only mute rep. Also I believe Lonnie can understand Rogelio, despite him not talking?)

Another thing, this is something I found on the SPoP fandom wiki, not sure whether or not it's canon. But it says that Rogelio and Kyle are Shadow Weaver her wards. They grew up together, not sure if that implies they have a sibling-like bond. Just like c//a :)

But, yeah, I guess that it's all up for interpretation just like how every sibling relationship in this show is!! (ugghh)

To be honest, I think it's quite.. poor writing to consider that Kyle and Rogelio grew up together, with the same mum, and Kyle still doesn't have the ability to understand Rogelio. I guess that's a personal opinion, however it seems.. odd.

Anyways I know that the Fandom Wiki isn't a reliable source, but it's a source. Probably just as reliable as Nate's Twitter posts (about his own show) and people take that as cannon 🤷‍♂️

Also I love how it's implied that Rogelio is transgender. The representation we needed: fucking lizards.

Oh I didn't know that but that makes it worse, I know some people like it but it's definitely a yikes for me. I honestly just don't know how they couldn't of made them communicate through sign language or have Kyle be able to understand him, that would've fixed the main problem I had with the shop but nope! Just throw together the reptile with the only person who cannot understand him and the person he may be siblings with! Yikes. Also them being siblings reminds me of another ship we know... *cough* Catradora *cough*

#Anti repkyle #spop critical #spop salt #spop discourse #spop criticism #anti spop #spop crit #anti catra #anti c//a #antic//a #anti catradora

[sweetlywingedcreation]

Hi! 🙂

Ok, now I need to see Benny, or to know more about Benny and the time loop...

OH BOY!! You have no idea what you have just unleashed :}

Okay so Benny is from my original story Time and Again which I have been working on for about a year? Maybe 2? I haven’t made very much progress but I have a vague idea of where it’s going?

Anyway.

TaA is about Prince Benjamin of the White Pine Kingdom who’s on his way to his 8th (iirc) betrothal hearing (man has been rejected once a year for 7 years…). He’s accompanied by his Knight and Guard Sir Aspen of the Glade who at one point was his best friend until they both became to busy with their duties. Aspen came back into his life when they were both 18 and he was stationed as one of the prince’s main guards but their relationship was never as close as it once was.

Now they’re 25 and have no idea how to talk to each other without an underlying sense of awkward professionalism.

On their way to the meeting, they’re attacked by a group of lizard men with smokey eyes who take out a bunch of their men. Aspen is able to take them down but ends up mortally wounded. While comforting Aspen Benny is taken out by one of the lizard men who had one last burst of energy.

As he lay dying he makes a silent wish for a second chance and you’ll never guess what happens next… he wakes up back in bed with a very healthy Aspen greeting him like he had that morning.

A part of me wants to continue rambling about the plot but the other part of me wants to keep it a secret lmaoooo

Currently the only stuff I have done for it is a sketched out PMV, an unfinished animatic, a confession scene that I will probably rewrite but had to unleash it on the world, a story playlist, and like 1 actual image of Benny

It’s main inspirations are: Re: Zero and like a handful of Stranger Things Steddie time loop fanfics back when I still liked Stranger Things. Now that I’ve played In Stars and Time there might be some influence from there too (specifically Loop influencing TaA’s Goddess of Life and Death)

I love my fucked up little guy… he goes through so many horrors and he’s burrowed so deep in my brain.

I may write a lil Time Infection AU piece based on that one post about telling someone about the loops and having them be pulled in. I think that would absolutely break Benny’s lil mind.

Like imagine…

You’re shouldering all of this trauma loop after loop, watching the man you love die because you’re too weak to save him. There’s a part of you that’s so pitifully lonely and another part that’s relieved that he’s oblivious to it all. That he won’t have to deal with the pain and suffering you do.

One loop you slip up, you finally break down and come clean. You tell him everything, the death, the loops, how you love him. He loves you too, he always has, he never stopped.

And then he dies. Again. The loop starts over.

You wake up and to your abject horror he doesn’t say his usual starting lines. Instead he looks to you with pain and confusion and TERROR. He remembers. He doesn’t remember all of it but he remembers the past loop. He remembers dying. He remembers you love him.

He remembers…

He’s not supposed to remember.

Yeah… like ughhh it’s such a good concept but it doesn’t work in the story I have written!!!! But I wanna write it ANYWAY!!!!

Also thank you so much for asking about him!! Sorry for going wacky crazy mode lmao, I’m going to go work on his PMV a little more now tee hee!

#benny #oc posting #time and again! #long post #jas rambles #time loops

[love-killed-the-superstar]

the more i read through issue one, the more i think the stone situation isn't caused by some enemy - i'm more convinced the cause of it is odyn himself.

(i had about half of this typed up before hashing this concept out in a very cool conversation with @last-ronin earlier today... but i fell asleep before posting it last night, lmao.)

these kids are Developing Powers, guys. they can communicate telepathically, not just holding entire conversations but also projecting imagery into each other's minds. it's unclear at this point whether they can all project images psychically or if that is specifically yi's gift, but it does seem to be implied that this makes her retellings different from uno's and favoured by odyn. i'm on the fence about whether uno's colour-changing ability counts as a power or not since it's something other lizard species can do and he's been doing it since he was a baby. moja is also noted as having an 'overactive nose' literally smelling something 'wrong' which is like... either a very odd character quirk or another sign of enhanced abilities. if she has heightened senses in general, that might have been subtly foreshadowed by the times in lost years where she's seen wearing her headphones even when she's not listening to music.

much like casey growing to inherit enhanced strength and reflexes from interacting with mutagen, it seems like the turtles bodies are also starting to get all funky from ooze exposure. hence the title, re-evolution.

at the end of the chapter, when the babies finally get their chance to fight a real fight, odyn clearly doesn't want to. he's very much giving michelangelo in the lost years - it's making me nervous that at some point we're going to get a 'GET UP FOOLISH CHILD' moment with casey and odyn, because as much as she loves her kids, casey marie is a complete hard-ass on the battlefield. i HOPE that we get to see it play out differently if history repeats. that always felt painfully unresolved in lost years and it really made me resent roninverse splinter. if this happens i'd like casey to have to confront the fact that she DID make these kids to fight a war, that was incredibly FUCKED UP and they DON'T have to accept that.

(this scene is so hard to read no matter how many times i come back to it. sincerely, FUCK YOU roninverse splinter.)

anyway. here are just a few moments in that final battle where he hangs back while the other three jump in with weapons swinging:

free my boy. clearly odyn doesn't want to be here rn. he seems rooted to the spot...

...like a statue, wouldn't you say?

so yeah. in a life where he's been raised to fight or fall, this feels very "third option" to me. this poor kid is in an impossible situation so his body gives him an out where he can keep himself safe like his family want without having to experience the horror of fighting lethal opponents. the problem is, if he's completely frozen solid like this, how does he know when the fighting is over? how does he know when or how to snap out of it?

my prediction is the turtles are going to use their telepathic abilities next issue to break through to him and coax him out of this stone state (possibly creating more hijinks if a new power is discovered in the process). i have NO CLUE if april and casey marie know the turtles have these powers, but they sure as shit are going to find out when they catch their babies performing a seance around their brother lmao.

there's also the possibility of this 'insidious foe preparing to spring a trap' from the issue 2 synopsis... i wonder if they have a way of messing with the turtles' new mutations?

much to think about. anyway, VERY hyped for issue 2!

#tlr2 spoilers #i wrote this post last night. fell asleep before posting. and then me and tumblr user last-ronin ended up discussing the same concept today #but since i'd already written it out last night i thought i may as well post it and sum up my thoughts on all of this #i need issue 2 to drop asap so i know whether my boy odyn can snap out of this on his own or not #until then i may just have to start writing angst about the family panicking that they've lost him for good or something... </3

[thessalian]

Thess vs Western Expansion

There's going to be more playing later - I'm in the exploration phase I tend to enjoy, so that's all fun. However, needed a bit of a break after trying a thing what I tripped over and should have known better than to really try...

First off, lemme dump that drone data back at base. Just so it's not nagging me, and-- Oh! I can have a chat with Zo! That's cool!

Oh. Oh, honey. Honey, the Chorus should be listening to you way, way more. I mean, I know that there'd be no game if there weren't any obstructive idiots, so you were kind of hard-wired into this frustration, but ... still.

So I've deposited my drone data and at least given Zo someone to talk to through her existential crisis. So now what? Question marks, that's what. Still stuff left unexplored in the Daunt, after all. Not much, but some.

Buuuuuuuut there's a rebel outpost in the way. If I want to make it a little easier for my allies to get over to this side of the mountains, maybe I should clear that out.

You don't seeeeeeee meeeeeee... Heeheehee. POONK.

I do love it when I can get through these without anyone firing at me. Now. What's over here?

Fire Bristleback hunting site. Cool.

Yes, I know I can override - and actually ride - the Bristlebacks. ...Oh, fine, I will ride the damn Bristleback.

You are CHONK, dude. I have decided I will not look too far into how fast you go.

Right. Back over we go so we can check out... Oh. We have Burrowers and Clawstriders in the way. Aaaaand I was not as careful about stealth as I should have been.

Wait. The Bristlebacks came back? I was only away for like ten seconds! Okay, now everything wants my face. AAAAA!

HOLD STILL SO I CAN WALLOP YOU, CLAWSTRIDER!

Ofuckofuckofuck...

Okay. Finally. Now, what is over there that I went through that idiocy for?

...Metal. Flower. I figure I have to deal with DEMETER for that. And DEMETER is last on the list (even though I'm technically at a level where I could do that, but still). Boo.

There's apparently a loooot of debate about which of the subordinate functions one should go for first. AETHER is apparently the lowest level one but is the longest to cope with and involves two big bosses, and POSEIDON is more about the sneak, but if I deal with DEMETER first, I get rid of the damn red blight all over Plainsong. I'm going to have to think on that while dealing with side questy stuff.

Anyway. Back to the hunting.

Huh. Another bit of rumour. Talk of another chef! Awesome!

Wait. Machine riders. How are so many people riding machines now?!? Well, it wants me to follow them, so I guess I'll follow them.

.........Charger racing. Seriously.

COMBAT Charger racing?!? You have got to be kidding - okay, fine, I will try this.

OW OW OW OW OW THIS IS BULLSHIT OW.

I made surprisingly good showing, but I didn't win, so I don't get to ask questions. Fine. Y'know what? I don't need these answers that badly. I have a world to save and more to the point? That fucking hurt. No more Charger racing. Yeah, call me a weenie if you want to, Tenakth machine-riders, but I think you'd rather not die.

And another rebel outpost nearby! I can clear that easy.

...They have a Ravager?!? Oh, fuck those guys.

Also they're smart and have sentries in the foothills. Still, no problem. I can cope with this.

Ugh. I'm going to have to break cover to get the leader again.

And knocked RIGHT off my perch. BUT I GOT YOU JUST AS IT BLEW, YOU SONUVABITCH!

And one last sentry aaaaaaaaaaand ... done. And there's ... ancient ruins over there. I should go look at those.

Car graveyard under and around a ... billboard. And collecting things that apparently will be required for something, somewhere, later. Mooooooooore collectibles. *sigh* yaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

LIZARD! Lizard give me your skiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!

YEEEEEEEEES LIZARD SKIIIIIIIIIIN! Also there's a peccary. I think I need those bones too! YAAAAAAAY!

Can I shoot the scorpion?

I ... can shoot the scorpion. How I have a whole "crunchy scorpion" when I shot it point-blank with a precision arrow I have no idea, buuuuuuuuut...

Okay, there's a campfire and I should probably start thinking about dinner. The Old World ruins can wait.

Wait. Hang on. Lemme check something.

...Those ruins have a metal flower. They're gonna have to wait. So I'll think about what to do next while I prep dinner.

Yep. More food than just some grapes and some corn thins is required. Lacy Person's chicken katsu curry it is. And then I'll see what I can upgrade, do some hunting, maybe find a Tallneck. Chill stuff.

#Thess plays video games #Thess liveblogs Horizon Forbidden West

[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, John Egbert

Act 6, page 7119-7122

ROXY: yoink!

JOHN: anyway...

JOHN: you're right.

JOHN: taking a break from the mayhem is nice and all.

JOHN: but i should probably get going.

JOHN: i have a lot of responsibility now.

JOHN: i hope i can live up to it.

ROXY: well to quote an extremely wise and hunky dude i once knew...

ROXY: oh man he was so so wise i hope i dont butcher his quote but

ROXY: i think it goes a lil somethin like

ROXY: you can handle it john

ROXY: i believe in you!

JOHN: aw, thanks!

JOHN: remember what i said too, about practicing voidey stuff.

ROXY: i will

JOHN: good.

ROXY: alright cool

JOHN: yeah.

ROXY: yeah

JOHN: cool.

ROXY: dammit

JOHN: what?

ROXY: were doin this again

JOHN: doing what.

ROXY: being awkward instead of getting our shit in gear

JOHN: haha. whoops.

ROXY: too bad grouchy scarf troll aint here to coordinate another stilted goodbye

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: it's just as well though.

JOHN: there is no need for goodbyes.

JOHN: if i really can control it now, i should be able to come back here any time i want.

JOHN: which means i won't be gone long!

ROXY: k i will be here

ROXY: waitin

ROXY: trainin

ROXY: partying with those yellow lizards

JOHN: those are salamanders.

ROXY: fuck

JOHN: later, roxy.

#homestuck #roxy lalonde #john egbert #homestuck act 6 #page 7119 #page 7120 #page 7121 #page 7122 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 4

[mozzarella-stickz]

Karma: Cad Bane x F! Original Character

Author’s Note: I titled this Karma like the Taylor Swift song only because of the line “Karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter” and I was like OMFG. Anyways enjoy this absolutely disgusting piece of literature.

Summary: Zena Brene is on the run from her rich father. He hires Cad Bane to bring her home.

Warnings: NSFW (oral sex F! and M! receiving fingering, vaginal sex), alien penis??, author makes up stuff about space poorly, arranged marriage (not with Bane), original female character

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The first two days on the run had been fine. Her father hadn’t known she was gone for at least a few hours, giving Zena a head start. However, by the third day, unbeknownst to her, someone was following her.

Zena had assumed her father would send someone after her, but not who was now traveling through the cantina, scanning his red lizard eyes for her. Zena hid further under the hood of the robe she had stolen from home, desperately trying to cover her face up. The entire cantina was silent as Cad Bane trailed through it, holding a puck with her face on it. The bartender took one look at it, back at her and his eyes widened. Zena felt her heart go out and time stand still as he opened his lips and yelled to the bounty hunter.

“She’s right here!”

Zena turned around and met the gaze of Bane, her heart dropping to her stomach. She had a plan, and as she jumped up and ran, she used the cloak to knock him over, running out of the cantina as fast she could. Her speeder was out there, sitting and waiting, and she grabbed the goggles from the seat, starting it up and…

It didn’t start. The bastard had taken out the transmission.

“Stars above,” she swore, her eyes filling with tears. No choice now but to make a break for it. She began to run, but her attempts were proven futile as she heard running from behind her, the sound of a blaster shot, and the next thing Zena knew, everything was dark.

“You put up quite a fight, lil’ lady.”

Zena opened her bleary eyes, finding herself in a small cell on what appeared to be a ship. Sitting up, she wiped her eyes, her vision coming back as she locked eyes with Cad Bane through the bars.

“My father hired you, didn’t he?” she snarled, crossing her arms. “Of course he would do that. How much is he paying you?”

“Dat is confidential information,” he said, pulling a toothpick out of his pocket and chewing on it.

“Fuck you!”

Zena spat at him through the bars, enjoying the glare he gave her as fury raged in his red eyes.

“You outta learn some respect,” he said bitterly, wiping the spit off his face. “I pity the poor bastard who’s marrying you.”

“Oh, so he told you, huh? How I’m his rebellious, annoying, petulant brat? How he thinks this man is going to set me straight? Yeah, right. That bastard has about the same amount of brains as an Akk dog. Smells like one too.”

“Yer a funny one. It’s a damn shame you’re engaged already.”

“Oh, gimme a break! You stunned me and put me in a cell, don’t try and get all sappy with me now.”

Zena sat back down, but was surprised to hear a key inserted into the lock, turning with a click. Bane entered the cell, leaning against the wall, dangling the key from his long fingers. To her chagrin, something…ignited in her. She felt a wave of arousal between her legs.

“We’re almost dere,” Bane said. “About a day’s journey left. If you promise to behave, I can let you outta dis cage.”

Another wave of arousal made its way between her legs. Zena hated to admit it, but his dominant and domineering nature had an affect on her. Maybe it was the product of her very obvious daddy issues, but Zena had always been interested in the kinkier side of sex. When she was sixteen, she read her first dirty story on her Holopad, late at night under her bed covers. Ever since then, she was hooked. She’d looked for it in many guys, but they only ever wanted blowjobs. She was a virgin in every other aspect.

“I promise,” she said thickly.

“Good girl.”

Maker, Zena was getting hornier than a loth cat in heat. It was evident on her cheeks, she knew it, the blush that made her freckles stand out and her blown out pupils thinking about the dirty things she would let him do to her if given the chance.

The rest of the day passed without incident. Zena played a few rounds of Sabbac with Todo, Bane’s protocol droid, but mostly just sat in silence, arousal dripping down her thighs.

“Where am I sleeping?” Zena asked, as she began to grow exhausted, letting out a yawn.

“You tired?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you better not be. I can smell da arousal on ya, lil’ lady. Practically begging me to fuck ya.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t act so shy with me. My bedroom is that way. Be face down ass up in five minutes or dere’ll be hell to pay.”

She followed the direction of his fingers, closing the door behind her. His room was a small, surprisingly clean if a little bare, and smelled like him. Zena stripped off her boots, pants, tunic, and belt, leaving them on the floor. Her undergarments were soaked. Zena peeled them off slowly, leaving her entirely bare. She laid down in the bed in the position he had instructed her to be in, the anticipation making her pussy even wetter. The door opened behind her, and his heavy footsteps made their way towards her.

“Such a pretty girl,” he said, low and mechanical.

Bane stepped forwards, his large hands running up the back of her legs. Zena shivered under his touch, body growing warmer and warmer. Cad chuckled under his breath, no doubt feeling the warmth in her body spreading. His hands traveled from her thighs, to the middle of her spread legs. His long finger was cold as it stroked her cunt, but Zena let out a small whine as it circled her clit.

“You like dat, don’t you?” Cad asked, his finger picked up ministrations.

Zena only nodded, unable to form words. Cad growled, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, forcing her to look at him. Zena’s eyes went wide, but her pupils grew even larger with lust at the roughness.

“I believe I asked you a question, lil’ lady,” he spat.

“Y-yes,” Zena said breathless.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…sir.”

“Dat’s a good girl. Now roll over f’ me.”

He released his iron grip on her hair, and Zena rolled over, spreading her legs wide. Cad looked her up and down, from her tits to her hot, wet cunt. Cad’s hands cupped her tits, squeezing them softly as she moaned. He chuckled again, clearly enjoying controlling her. Not that Zena minded, really. She liked him being rough, telling her what and what not to do. It made her brain go fuzzy, made her not have to worry about anything outside of him.

Cad squeezed her breasts once more, before lightly nipping at them with his sharp teeth. Zena jumped slightly, before letting it happen again as he grazed her nipples just barely.

“Feels s’ good sir.”

“Is it?”

“Mhm.”

“Too bad den. This ain’t about you.”

He moved off you, unbuckling his trousers. He threw his belt to the floor, before pulling his cock out with a tug. Zena’s eyes widened. It was the same shade of blue as him, but the tip was a darker purple-ish blue color, throbbing and hard. There were ridges all along it, and his balls were full and dark like his tip. Cad smirked as he watched Zena take it all in.

“Like what ya see?”

“Yes sir.”

“Come down ere and suck it.”

Zena sat down on her knees in front of him, grabbing his cock in between her manicured hands. She had done this before, but not with a sick as big as his. Zena stuck her tongue out, giving a soft kitten lick to the head of his sock. Cad immediately let out a groan, grabbing the back of her head again.

“Maker, girlie, yer mouth is so much better for cock suckin’ than back talkin’.”

Zena smiled up at him with her large brown eyes, before wrapping her lips around his tip and suckling it gently. She eased her way down his shaft, using her hand to jerk off what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Cad swore over and over, his hand guiding her up and down. Zena, however, had another idea. Letting go of his cock with a pop, she lifted his cock up to reveal his balls, sucking them into her mouth and licking them.

“Fuckin’ hell!” he exclaimed. “You like dat? Like suckin’ on them like a dirty slut?”

“I love it, sir,” Zena said, not even holding the slightest bit of brattiness. She genuinely did like it.

She took his cock back in her mouth, letting Cad fuck her throat as he moved her back and forth. It wasn’t too long until he was cumming in her mouth with a shout. His cum filled her mouth, some dribbling from the side of her mouth. Cad leaned down, wiping it and stuffing it back in her mouth. Zena swallowed it all.

“Was…was that good?” she asked, suddenly insecure.

“Lil’ lady, I dare say dat’s the best my cock has been sucked. I think ya deserve a reward for dat.”

“Reward?”

“Lie back down on the bed, spread yer legs, and yer gonna find out.”

Zena laid down and spread her legs as she had before, anxiously awaiting him. He kneeled in front of her, pulling her by the legs to the end of the bed. It was then she realized what he was doing. Cad’s tongue licked up her folds, and she threw her head back as his long tongue wrapped around her clit. In all her years, she’d never felt anything as good as this. Bane quickened up his pace with his tongue leading Zena further and further to the edge. With a howl, Zena’s orgasm came crashing down, flowing out into Babe’s mouth. He rode it out, Zena shaking and near tears as the aftershocks shot through her body at a quick speed.

“F-fuck,” Zena cried, “T-thank you, sir.”

Bane stood up and grinned, his blue face smeared with her slick. Zena blushed, tucking a strand of her blonde hair back.

“Ya came so hard, girlie,” Bane teased. “Has anyone done that to ya?”

“Well, uh, no. I didn’t tell you this before but I-I…I’m a virgin. All I’ve done is give blowjobs.”

All it took was those words for his eyes to grow darker. He had no obvious pupils, but if he did, Zena knew they would have been blown out entirely.

“A virgin?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Girlie, yer first time and it’s with a bounty hunter’s dick. Yer in fer da time of yer life. Lay back down.”

“Yes, sir.”

Zena laid back down, spreading her legs again. Bane adjusted his hat, before positioning himself in between Zena’s legs. His hands spread her thighs apart wider, before he smiled down lustily at her.

“Ya ready, lil’ lady?”

“Mhm.”

“Alrighty, hold on.”

He entered her, and Zena let out a hiss. It was painful, especially since it wasn’t a human cock inside of her. Zena grabbed onto Bane’s arms tight, as he thrust into her slowly. As she adjusted to him, it started to feel good, still painful, but it was slowly turning into a good feeling of fullness.

“Ya okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. I’m gonna go faster.”

Zena nodded as Bane picked up speed, thrusting in and out of her. Her tits bounced, and she threw her head back.

“Ya feel so good, tight and…warm!” Bane groaned. “Squeezin’ me so good.”

“Keep going, please sir!” Zena begged.

Bane reached down, rubbing her clit furiously. It didn’t take long before she could feel the orgasm building up.

“I’m getting close!” she cried.

“Glad I’m fuckin’ the brat outta ya,” Bane said, low and breathless. “I should feel bad, ruinin’ ya for ya husband.”

“Fuck him!” Zena cried. “Bane…I’m gonna!”

“Let go, girlie. Let ya master know how good he’s fuckin’ ya!”

Zena moaned, louder and higher than before, her walls clamping around Bane’s cock. It didn’t take long before he was swearing, his seed filling up her belly in a loud, gravelly groan. He fucked it into her as the aftershocks began to wear down, and he pulled out of her slowly. Zena was completely fucked out, red face, mussed hair, smeared mascara, sweat riveting down her body. Bane zipped his pants up, adjusted his hat, and went to grab her a wet towel.

“Bane?”

“Ya?”

“When you bring me back to my family, will you come visit me?”

“Ya have a life to get to. I have my own.”

“Oh.”

“If ya run away though and yer daddy asks me to find ya brat of a self again, maybe I’ll see ya.”

Zena smiled, sitting up.

The next day, Zena was returned to her family. Credits were exchanged, and she was thrust into wedding preparations immediately. Still, instead of dreaming of her fiancé at night, it was always Bane.

A few weeks later, Bane received a holo message from Zena’s father once again. He smiled as he took the puck, promising to bring his little girl back like he hadn’t taken her virginity the last time he’d hunted her down.

Maker, Cad Bane was going to have fun with her once again.

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[aprillikesthings]

The laundry has been flipped, time for another She-Ra episode!

s4 ep5 Protocol

oh another Light Hope episode there's gonna be loooore

like I was saying

but also "compromised" lolol you mean she didn't want to destroy the fucking planet

torn between typing out the lore stuff (which is mostly interesting in that what Light Hope says is not entirely factual or is a twisted version of things) in case I personally want to know it later and being too impatient to bother and I think I'm leaning towards "nah"

Anyway there's a creepy spore cloud outside and it melts metal and also it seems attracted to the Crystal Castle or whatever it's called and the program that controls Light Hope shuts down and reboots

Lonnie and Rogelio and Kyle get yelled at by a frustrated Catra. Seriously she's being a dick.

we've all been there

Light Hope: "Who are you?" Adora:

Well that's an existential question now isn't it

Not gonna bother screenshotting the scenes of Kyle etc but they're great

Spore storm is getting worse tho

It's Mara!

;_;

ngl this is pretty disturbing (they do get the transport fixed and everyone back inside but they ruin the armor plate stuff Catra had sent them out for)

spore storm ends, Light Hope reboots, the Crystal Castle repairs itself

GOD DAMMIT LIGHT HOPE (she's just like, the last time I told someone everything they pulled the planet into another dimension so uhhhh nope not making THAT mistake again)

BAHAHAH Rogelio (the lizard-y guy) gives this long speech to dramatic music but there's no captions/subtitles

(Lonnie understands him. Kyle doesn't.)

But yeah also Light Hope is like "I don't like having memories of Mara around anymore >:( They make me sad"

well that's spooky as shit

EPISODE OVER gotta flip the laundry again

#april rewatches spop #protocol