#i just want more Cad period

[cadmusfly]

when i'm writing the young cheerful pastel goth witch's POV i find myself longing for the overwrought performative elegance and wistful nostalgic longings of the dead ghost naval captain's POV

and when i'm writing the dead british ghost naval captain's POV i want to write the laconic sarcasm and heartfelt musings of the perky pastel goth aussie witch

this is in fact why i have two POVs in the story because I get a bit bored writing one for too long but also why this

also my brain keeps getting distracted and wants to draw shitty tarot inspired art of my OCs why this

#cadmus rambles #now that i've brushed up on more period specific pieces i want to touch up and edit the consensual vivisection short story #im not sure what im doing with that short story #maybe with some editing i could submit it somewhere or just publish it? #i keep thinking about the next rewrite of sbs which could be a web serial but no. bad cad. i should finish something and then think about i

[saber-slutt]

It Just Makes Sense (Cad Bane x F!reader) 18+

Hey gang! A fic with smut! Who cheered!

Anyways, 18+. I’ve decided that my whole blog will be 18+, so please block me if you’re a minor, thanks!

≽^•⩊•^≼ Warnings: Smut, m receiving (f receiving in next chapter), female reader, dirty talk, mating cycles, Cad Bane

≽^•⩊•^≼ Please leave criticism! I’ll take anything, I just want to improve at writing

Cad Bane liked to consider himself above the primal instincts that resided in the core of every being. He was a hunter, of course, but a sophisticated one. That’s why this time of year, in the weeks leading up to his mating period, he was rather irritable. Quick to snap at Todo, reserved towards you, and overall angrier. It sucked. For you, specifically. You had only known Bane for a few rotations. You met him as you held a lot of information on one of his bounties, and you helped him catch the guy (rather gleefully, too, that man had stolen many credits from you). Bane took some pity on you, as your life resembled a lot of his youth, and invited you to work aboard his ship for a while. Your smarts and beauty would surely come in handy in trapping and luring potential bounties. And it had. But maker, you were wishing you could go back in time and not take this job. Credits be damned. Looking at his beautiful face be damned. Bane was being a dick. And he was getting worse everyday.

You had sympathy at first. You knew Duros mating periods were rough. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not feel like yourself, and giving into something that wasn’t you, but still, somehow was. But right now, Bane was taking it too far. He acted as if you couldn’t do anything right. Ship maintenance, cleaning, cooking, it was all wrong to him. And he brutally vocalized his displeasure. Your patience was wearing thin. Just one more week, you thought as you bit back your tongue from his recent snap, (“I don’t know why ah’ took you aboard, you can’t even clean a damn window right!”) just one more week until he’ll be down for a week in a pheromone crazed episode. Then I’ll be free from him, and he’ll come back normal.

You sighed as you sat back in the copilots seat, hesitantly turning to Bane. “Listen, your mating period is coming soon. Do you have any plans? Where are we gonna stop and wait, while you, y’know?” you began.

“Shuddup. Ah don’t wanna talk bout it with you.”

“Come on, please? It’s getting close now. You’re not the only one this affects. I really know nothing, and I need to make some plans. Do you need help with arrangements?”

“Ah don’t need your damn help! Jus’ stay out of the way and stop bein’ an idiot,” he shouted, before stalking out of the cockpit to his quarters.

You turned to Todo, whispering, “Is he always this much of an asshole before his mating period?”

Loud footsteps charged back into the cockpit. Oops. Not whispering quietly enough. You couldn’t even react before long fingers wrapped around your throat and lifted you from the copilots chair to standing on your tip-toes.

You gasped, while he growled, “You have no idea what this is like. I’ve handled it for almost thirty years before you, and I will handle it after you. Unless you want me to fuck you for a week straight, I suggest you be silent and stay out of the way.”

You only stared back with wide eyes.

He dropped you back into the seat and stalked off again. You didn’t dare to breathe.

Four days had passed since that incident. You hadn’t spoken to him. You knew he would never force you into anything, but he had also never been physical with you. He had scared you, plain and simple. You sighed as you sat on your bed in your quarters, fiddling with a sweater you were knitting, feeling rather bored. One of your favorite pastimes was annoying Cad Bane. But now, you were confined to isolation. Worse yet, you still had no idea what his plans were to take care of his mating period. Which was a problem, considering it was three days away. He was also becoming antsy (sexually). You had never heard him take care of himself before; he once joked that jacking off requires more effort than just walking into the nearest bar and finding someone to suck him off. You had heard him a few times at night in the past week, groaning and growling through the walls. You felt a wetness between your thighs at the memory. Maker, you wished you could hear him groan and growl in your ear, hands wrapping around your thighs as he spread you wider, pounding into you at a merciless pace as you could only whimper-

“Hey, lil’ lady,” Cad Bane interrupted your thoughts, standing in your doorway. You jumped out of your skin. “There’s a brothel on Nar Shaddaa that caters to species mating periods. We’re going there soon. You can just lay low on the ship for the week.”

You didn’t say anything, a look of fear etched on your face. You prayed that he didn’t suspect what was just running through your mind. Hopefully, he would leave soon, before his olfactory organs could pick up on your pooling wetness.

He sat down on the edge of your bed.

Shit.

He raised his head to the air, eyes closing, and basking in the scent of the room for a moment. “Doll, you can’t do this so close to. . . it’s unfair.”

You stayed quiet and wide-eyed, truly not knowing what to say next.

“Ah’ could really go for a lil’ taste, right now.”

You sucked in a breath, “Bane.”

He moves closer, taking your face in his fingers and forcing you took look at him, “It’s takin’ everything in me not to jump you right now, and pin you down while I fuck you so hard you can’t stop screaming,” he growls, before backing off as quickly as he had started toward you, “Course, then I wouldn’t let you leave, and you’d be stuck with me for a week.”

You were breathing heavy now. Lust clouded eyes meeting Banes’ own. His self control was truly impeccable. Three days, give or take, before he would enter a pheromone-filled, sex-crazed episode, and he was restraining himself.

“I’m setting a course for Nar Shaddaa,” he growled, standing, leaving your room and slamming your door.

Maybe a few months earlier, you would’ve left it at that. But you had grown closer to Bane, and you trusted him. And truth was, you were worried about him. Unlike Cad Bane himself, you were open with your emotions, and you wanted him in good hands during what you knew was a difficult time for him (also, the prospect of him undressed and wrapped up with someone else send jealous pangs through you). You maybe, possibly, had a tiny, itsy-bitsy crush on the Duros. The moment you laid eyes on him, you were down bad. And spending a few months in close proximity with him did not alleviate these feelings. You decided that you would proposition him for his cycle. It just makes sense.

You walked nervously into the cockpit. Cad Bane was sitting straight as a board in the captains chair, staring out at the hyperspace blue illuminating the front windows.

“Cad,” you started, the name foreign on your tongue. You didn’t call him by his given name, out of an unspoken sort of respect, but now you needed to truly, truly, speak with him.

“Go to your room. Now.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Listen-“

“If ya stay here any longer I can’t be held responsible for what happens to ya. It’s here earlier than I thought,” he drawled. “I want ya to go to your room and lock the door. Don’t let me in no matter what I say. We won’t make it to Nar Shaddaa in time, because I’ll be fully under in a few hours.”

“And what? You’ll go through it alone?”

“Yep. Grab some food and water for the week.”

“Wait, just wait, what if I do it?” you questioned, a bit frantically.

He said nothing, scoffing at your hasty proposition.

“I’m serious! Everyone knows how bad Duros breeding cycles can be. If you don’t have someone, you’ll be in hell. I don’t want that,” you pouted.

Internally, Cad Bane didn’t want to argue. The image of you under him, face twisted up in pleasure and completely at his mercy was difficult to pass up. But it’s a lot to ask of someone. You’d be exhausted by the end of it, bruised and busted. He’d get to reap all the benefits from it; a week of pleasure with a pretty person. Not to mention the possibility you could get pregnant, which neither of you could handle. But still, you were offering, and he’d be in hell otherwise.

“You understand what that entails?” he queried.

“Yes, sir,” you spoke softly. He shifted.

“Still, der are some things you gotta be clear with.”

You were feeling brave now. “Okay, but, what if we take the edge off first? Before we go through the details” you questioned, eyes gesturing to the bulge in his pants. He straightened up again, silent as all hell but letting out a curt nod, signaling his approval.

You lowered yourself to your knees. He watched you intensely, but remained unmoving and stiff. Gingerly, you undid his fly and pulled him out, already hard. You looked up at him with doe eyes, before kitten-licking his tip. He shifted and lightly hissed at the contact, bucking slightly. You licked again, and again, gradually licking longer stripes, as Bane’s resolve dissipated.

He growled, “Put me in your mouth. Stop teasin’ me.”

You complied. You were unfamiliar with Duros anatomy. His cock was long and ridged, and almost indigo in color. Maker, was he long. You felt a gush of liquid between your thighs at the fact. Surely, you’d see the bulge in your stomach when he split you open.

You worked Bane’s cock like your life depended on it. You bobbed your head up and down, hollowing out your cheeks and applying slick pressure with your hands where you just couldn’t reach. Filthy, wet sounds filled the room as you occasionally let him hit the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes. You let out a couple of whimpers, which based on the way he growled and bucked in return, he greatly appreciated.

“It’s gettin’ close doll,” he let out in a strained voice, “swallow all of it.”

You whimpered in response. Cad Bane’s self-control snapped. He grabbed the back of your head, fingers wrapped up in strands of your hair, and forcefully guided you up and down his cock, moving you so fast you didn’t have time to breathe. Tears fell from your eyes. With barely a grunt as warning, he came, spilling past your tongue and down your throat. He held your head on his cock and didn’t allow you to move, forcing you to drink every last drop, moaning before each time you swallowed. And maker, was there a lot of his cum, and you knew it would definitely spill out of you in the future. Finally, your mouth slid off Bane’s cock, a strand of spit connecting your lip to his to his tip. Panting, you look up at him. Expecting to see a sated Bane, instead you were met with an even more lustful stare. You felt heat rise in your cheeks.

“Not bad, lil’ lady,” he began. “But I’m still hoping for that taste I was talkin’ about earlier.”

#cad bane smut #cad bane #star wars #tawni chokes out some writing #mating #cad bane x reader #no beta we die like clones

[space-blue]

I watched the 3 season 3 TBB episodes and it's all again tying to Palpatine clones! And I am. Upset!! That EVERYTHING must now tie in to the Palpy clones because Disney just could not take the L on the "somehow Palpatine returned" meme.

So it's all about project necromancer, just like Mando all ended up being about cloning and Grogu's M count, and Kenobi had to rip JFO's entire ending to show us from Jedi in amber... I hate that it feels like a curse over anything coming out in this time period. Most importantly : it is SO boring.

Why must Disney ruin the punch and twist of its shows, when they could tell original stories? You want to engage us into dark sithly biddings?

GIVE US A GAME!!

If everything has to be about Palpatine doing necro shit keeping dead jedi in vats and using their blood to splice a force sensitive clone, then let me play that!

Give us a game in which

I do force sensitive children hunting!

Blood resource management!

Building evil bases across systems!

Sending minions (like Cad Bane or custom made inquisitors) on child kidnapping quests!

Let me build genetic facilities and unlock genetic and dark force skill trees! Let me do Sith factorio!!

Passing bills and racketeering entire systems to help fund my dark deeds!

Let me build up and repair Vader's amour, customize it, so he can go on more dangerous missions and harvest more force sensitives and rogue Jedi!

Chose the right dialogue to brainwash my inquisitors!

Have rebellion crushing minigames, and risk of losing precious DNA sources and rarefied Kaminoan cloning specialtists!

Let me give birth to deformed blobs that scream in pain and die, until I manage to craft the first Snoke!!

Let me play a Dark Sith Cloning Sim!! Let me be dark and fucked up!!!

Now that would be engaging and fun, and that would leave space for stories to be told during the empire and post empire eras that don't revolve around Palpatine's deals.

Of course it's 2D pixel art BTW.

#tbb #the bad batch #palpatine #sw #star wars #video game concept #resource management #blood; children; kaminoan scientists; dirty money... #you know how it goes #game concept #cloning

[sinisterexaggerator]

Genuinely curious: How did you get hooked on Banaka?

I have an enabler, that’s why. A few, but none so great as @allsystemsblue and I thank her every day for that. Not only do we have daily discussions about those two, but it makes the ideas run wild in my head. The more and more I think about them, the more ways I see them being good together, so much so I name them my OTP.

At first, like most Bane Stans, I was like, nah, he’d hate him. Hondo would annoy the fuck out of Bane, and while that may be true, that doesn’t account for things such as nuance, or growing to be obsessed with your “enemy” to the point it becomes homoerotic. >D

But I sell myself short. I have thought way too long and hard to give a simple explanation such as this, so let me delve a little more into the idea by explaining a bit of their canon backstories, and then my own takes on how they work well together and why.

Bane grew up on Duro, specifically in New Tayana, and lived in an area called the “Descent Ghetto.” It was not a nice place. Hondo was raised for a time on Sriluur, a not so nice place either, in Hutt Space where his mother taught him how to pick-pocket, among other things. Eventually, he was sold into slavery, but he knew deep down I am sure that it was for the money. He escaped, but we can determine they both have a rough start in life.

At this level we might say there could be an understanding. A mutual respect for a man who is self-made. In this they can relate, and while Hondo has his own set of problems commanding an entire crew, both could possibly confide in one another and discuss life’s ills.

As I mentioned in a previous post, Jango and Bane are an “item” if you will, for a period of time. I have yet to decide all the determining factors or all the things I want to cover in this part of my story, but based on what I know about Jango, he was not an affectionate sort. Gruff, surly, to the point, a man of few words, and with a short temper who has little patience for bullshit. If we take that and add to it a cunning, outspoken, brash, ill-tempered, sassy, aggressive Duros, to me that equates to an unhappy ending, or a clashing of personalities are they are both so similar. In this case, opposites attract.

If Jango and Bane were to part ways, Hondo being in the picture and observing their relationship, seeing the value in Cad, becoming fascinated and absorbed in him, regardless of if Bane knows or acknowledges that fact, should he give the Weequay a chance, all those things he has been denied through Jango easily come into fruition via Hondo Ohnaka.

This man needs love, support, a friend even, healing. He is traumatized in part due to his past (my story), and Jango is not that empathetic or concerned.

Hondo is attentive, charming, a deep thinker despite his clownish façade. If Bane can get past his petty grievances, if they were to share a moment or two alone, if they had a chance to talk, to linger in each other’s presence, if BANE ALLOWED HIM A SHOT, I think Ohnaka could sweep him off his feet. He would see there was more to him than just the flamboyant, foppish pirate.

Granted, Bane is untrusting. He sees the women; men; sentients, that Hondo brings to Florrum. He knows of his sexual escapades. He knows he’s a flirt and a scoundrel, so it is tough going in the beginning for Bane to accept what he is experiencing or receiving from him is genuine.

Perhaps they engage in something together, possibly among others, that is a sexual awakening in Bane. I see Hondo as giving to Bane things he has never felt before or even knew was possible.

He would hate it. It would unnerve him. He wouldn’t know what to think, to do, how to address this feeling inside himself, and it would soon devour him alive.

Maybe he needs more of it, despite wanting to inflict violence or damage against the person (Ohnaka) that made him feel this way. It becomes a need, a thirst so infuriatingly strong in him that it must be quenched.

This could develop in to a tentative, informal, even secretive relationship. It could go on for months, weeks, Hondo one of the few people who can bounce right back after one of Cad’s terrible mood swings. He doesn’t take offense to his words, or rarely if that, something more personal perhaps, but he is able to deal with this terrible, bratty boy and knows just how to placate him, how to soothe him.

Maybe casual sex “digresses," or “upgrades” to feelings being involved, real affection occurring, yet also hidden behind closed doors.  I foresee angst, drama, hurt, comfort, and a whole plethora of other tropes occurring between these two.

One is the concept of “sun” and “moon.” Hondo is the sun to Bane’s moon. He is the sunshine one, the happy one, the one who can get this bounty hunter out of his funk on more than one occasion, despite his jealous, possessive tendencies.

To me they are perfectly complimentary. That’s basically it. Not only that, Hondo knows when he needs his space, when not to crowd him, when to stand down, and even though Bane may raise his hand against him, Hondo would never afford him the same reaction. Not like Jango.

Though Hondo speaks many, many words, actions speak louder to Bane, and Hondo can read him, whereas many cannot.

Pair that with his almost obsessive interest in Bane, and the fact he is without a doubt attracted to him from the moment Fett brings him to Florrum, and we have for a most interesting potential ship, IMO.

#Fanfiction #Banaka #Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka #Cad Bane #Hondo Ohnaka #Jango Fett #Clone Wars #headcanons #Ask #Fanfic Ask #My writing #rarepair #my otp #ship manifesto

[nekosd43]

Tagged by @epersonae!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3

First fic - Who Can Say? it's funny to me that my first fic so badly was like "no i don't ship taako and magnus these two are COMPLETELY PLATONIC... or IS IT?" I had bad brain poison at the time that shipping fics were "lesser" art and didn't want to fall in that category... that turned out really good, good job me lol.

Last fic - Someday. the fact that i am one of (checks tag) THREE PEOPLE who have written Fjorester baby-making-sex is literally a crime to me. I literally do not understand. Why is there not more fic of them. If travis and laura say that fjord and jester had a kid in the liveshow next month I am going to be INSUFFERABLE TO EVERYONE AROUND ME LET THEM BE THE DILF/MILF POWER COUPLE I DESERVE.

Only fic for a fandom/ship -Since I have only posted fic for two fandoms and I've been pretty consistent about my shipping habits in those fandoms I don't have any real one-off ships, but You're all I want for candlenights is the ONLY taz fic that is not taako/magnus focused, instead focusing on Barry/Lup. I REALLY liked it and worked really hard on it, but didn't get a lot of love for it so I never really came back to the pairing except as background elements.

Favorite fic in the fandom with the most works - I legit go back and reread I had forgotten I would always love you at least once a month. Legit the perfect fic to me, has basically replaced canon in my brain to the point that I forget TAZ didn't end this way. When people say you should write the fic you want to read, this was it for me, this was THE taagnus fic for me and I've never written anything better.

Fic I wish more people read - Right now it's Come to bed with us good captain because I so BADLY want more people to ship postcanon Kingsley/Fjord/Jester and NOBODY MAKES CONTENT OF THEM. I wrote it hoping to get other people into the ship but it didn't work :,)

Fic I agonized over the most - Agonized is a strong word but in terms of "fics that were difficult to write and yet i wanted to keep writing them even when it was really hard," Wizards and Woodsmen, Beauties and Beasts is easily that. Spent literal years on it, with months between chapters because it was so hard to get my brain functioning enough to write it (most of it was written during periods where i had been let go from work and needed to do Something or I was going to die). I genuinely love this fic regardless, I'm glad I saw it through to the end, but it was a BATTLE every step of the way.

Fic that sprang fully formed - Your scars are a roadmap of your life literally came to me in one sitting after looking at some artwork that a artist who has sadly left tumblr did or i would link it. I had so many ideas for this fic it ended up inspiring me to write a whole magnus-centric scar series, and start a taako one that never got finished.

A work I'm proud of - It's not done yet and I'm still working my way through it but In Bloom with You is a fic that I have spent a LOT of time on and done a lot of work with, especially going back and editing early chapters to change it from a romantic fic into... something else? when Talesin revealed that Caduceus was aroace. Since then there has been a VERY KIND and very vocal corner of aroace fans of Cad (and fjord!) who have adored this fic and have said such wonderfully kind things to me about it and how it has helped them with their own body issues / sexual or romantic identities / relationships with their libido, and it's honestly really humbling and really nice because I also just REALLY like this fic! It started as a ho ho hee hee sexytime thing but the shift over time into this character study that uses sex as a lens to look at otherwise non sexual characters.... idk i honestly think it's one of my best works, even though it apparently also gets me Cancelled in certain corners of the fandom (it's a whole thing)

Tagging - anyone who wants to, but especially @ungarmax !

#writing memes #thanks for the tag!

[starlightrows]

Hello and welcome back to Krax Watches. Tonight I am binge watching The Bad Batch Season 3, Episodes 10-14.

Episode 10 — Identity Crisis

• The little kids being imprisoned made me cry. Like immediately. I’m on my period okay? Leave me alone

• Why haven’t they killed Nala Se?

• I was hoping we would have more info on Emerie by now. Like is she really a clone? And if she is, is she a female clone of Jango or a clone of someone else?

• I know it’s already been established that Cad Bane is a known child abductor, I hate looking at it with my own two eyeballs every time. ITS LITERALLY A BABY

• I’m so glad Boba Fett murdered Cad Bane like 35 years later.

Episode 11 — Point of No Return

• The second she put down Lula and Tech’s nerd goggles, the ship was toast

• I hope someone kills Sid. Snitches get stitches and also fuck you

• Hunter really fell from like a hundred feet up and just swam his ass back to shore

• I hate that this season has made me go back on my hatred of Crosshair. I still think he’s a crusty dusty musty asshole. But god damn am I weak for sibling tropes, especially older brother tropes.

• You just know he is beating the ever loving shit out of himself for losing Omega to the Empire

• Mystery masked guy, that is definitely Tech, really just allowed Omega to be loose back there behind him while flying at the end there… I know this is still sort of a kids show and they would never actually do this… but Omega could totally bash him in the back of the head while he’s flying. Or garrot him or something. Maybe even yank off his helmet.

Episode 12 — Juggernaut

• Omega looking at Emerie… hello traitor

• Kinda forgot that Crosshair and Phee haven’t met yet

• Phee still refers to Tech as brown eyes, cute! But don’t all of them have brown eyes… ya know… because they’re clones

• …. What was Admiral Rampart arrested for again? I remember hating him… but I can’t remember anything else about him

• Phee is cool as fuck and I love her

• Rampart is racist… alienist… whatever, fuck that guy

• Wouldn’t it have been a wild connection if Rampart was in a work camp or work facility like the one Cassian was in?! Way harder to get him out, but would have been a cool connection

• Wooooooo! Jail break!

• Playing chicken with a tank!

• Lmao throwing Rampart like a sack of potatoes

• I kind of can’t figure out what it is they are trying to accomplish with Omega and the other high M count kiddos. Maybe I’m just dense

Episode 13 — Into the Breach

• It makes me intensely sad thinking about the fact that Omega has spent the majority of her little life in captivity

• They’re making the children take care of the literal baby

• Echo my boy! You’ve returned!

• I like how Omegas legs are almost too big to fit under the table, she’s groaning up 😫

• She’s so devious and crafty, I love Omega

• They stripped the paint off their armor. Why does that feel so foreboding???

• Rampart is cranky because he hasn’t gotten dick in months, damn shame

• Even with the paint stripped off their armor, they look wildly out of place

• Wrecker playing is playing Candy Crush, scrolling space Tumblr, swiping on galactic Hinge, reading fanfic on space AO3

• I want to cuddle that owl baby so bad

• I love bitchy little R2 units

• Crosshair saying, Relax, Echo’s on it, makes me emotional

• Literally can’t believe that fucking worked

Episode 14 — Flash Strike

• Howmst the fuck did they know that it was Clone Force 99 and Rampart? They didn’t get caught by anyone

• I feel like Wrecker hasn’t gotten to do anything or have any personality this season :/ he’s kinda just there

• This bitch with the bangs is going to be an ongoing problem. I hope the children kick her shins until she croaks or something

• Lamo what does Rampart sound like that?!

• Echo really needs to get a prosthetic hand at some point his little screwdriver nub is a dead give away

• Did they leave Batcher on Pabu? I didn’t realize she was missing until now

• Rampart have ZERO self preservation skills. There is almost nothing preventing the batch from killing him

• Inventory droids always have a stick up their ass

• Thanks for the hand! Oh my god 😂 I was right!!

• Please let the monster eat Rampart, PLEASE let the monster eat Rampart. PLEASEEEEEEE

• What the fuuuuuck? I forgot about the Zillo Beast

• I was such an anxious child. I would have been so worried about Omega I would have thrown up

• Omega’s poker face is iconic!

• Let’s go Emerie! You have exactly one opportunity to not fuck this up

The final episode next week is going to be chaotic as fuck. I have no idea what to expect. I feel like there are waaay too many loose ends to tie up. Which further leads me to believe that there’s going to be another spin off about Omega or about Rex or something.

#Krax Chats #The Bad Batch #TBB #tbb spoilers

[moiraimyths]

Hello! I backed the KS and I'm so excited about the whole game

My quesions are: if KS is fully funded

Will we not see a full game in 5 years?

Will the periodical releases will be within those 5 years?

If i got the early access package, does that mean that the paid content will be free? I dont mind paying but i want to know hehe thanks!! Keep up the good work

Nope, we're planning to stagger the release of the routes until the game's finished! Basically, in roughly a year we'll release the revised demo content ("base game") with the first two routes of NDM, and then update the base game with more routes/side stories (if achieved) via DLCs until the entire game is completed. If all goes well, you should be getting the first two routes next January!

If you back our Kickstarter at the "Soldier's Essentials" tier or higher, you'll get the base game and all subsequent route/side stories for free, because you've already paid for them by supporting us on Kickstarter!

If you pay at a tier that offers early access, that just means we'll let you access those updates earlier than they'd be publicly released!

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The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe)’s Kickstarter is now live! Check our pinned post for links to the Kickstarter and demo, and for more details!

KICKSTARTER STATUS: 50% funded!

(Psst... only $32 CAD until Keagan's flirty sprite is unlocked!)

#ask #na daoine maithe #the good people #otome #visual novel #dating sim #interactive fiction #clotho answers

[givemeanaccountalready]

This is dumb, and I don’t know why I feel the need to share this, but for some reason, I just cannot stop thinking of the first time I really advocated for myself against a position of authority and the pride I have for younger me for finally saying enough. Like I was a shy, anxious, people pleaser who avoided conflict like crazy, and I had a high school counselor tell me I was going to wreck my future by not picking up an elective, and in a moment of sleep-deprived clarity, I argued back.

Granted, this stream of consciousness was brought on by remembering childhood movies which led me to remembering childhood bullshit which then led to me remembering a post about how the great thing about being out of high school and an adult is that you can just leave social situations that you don’t want to be a part of and no one can force you to stay. You can just go, and it’s freeing.

I had a couple of classes in college where I literally looked at the syllabus, looked at the clock, looked back at the syllabus, and immediately after class ended, I dropped the course and replaced it with another one. There was one class in college back during the lockdown where I was like, ma’am, the government is still telling us to only leave the house for food and a walk around the park and you want me to find someone to shadow? And I dropped the class before the time ended.

I mean, I sent a boilerplate email stating that I was regretfully dropping their class because I couldn’t give it the dedication it deserves, but still. My one sister was in high school and her counselor gave her crap about wanting to switch an elective to a different one in the same period during the add/drop period because she “made a commitment.” Fuck you and your scary words, Mrs. Guidance Counselor.

We had the same guidance counselor which made me remember this moment. I was a senior in high school, with more than enough elective credits to graduate. I was an honor roll student throughout high school. I had passed 3 AP classes and their exams with flying colors. I was currently taking 3 AP classes, one of them was chemistry, and 2 honors classes. I had a CAD elective first period where I was supposed to learn how engineers design things or some shit like that. Somehow, the school didn’t give me a lunch period. I had to eat lunch in my one class where my teacher kindly allowed me to eat so long as I didn’t leave a mess. Now I’m tired, anxious, and don’t want to be in that elective class because I no longer wanted to study engineering and I was the only girl in a class of mostly 14-15 year old boys. Seniors, if they had first period free, could come in late. I took my ass down to the guidance counselor during a study hall to drop the class and sign up for late arrival.

The counselor proceeds to tell me that she will not let me drop the class because I clearly didn’t give this enough thought and she had plenty of kids with more pressing issues about their schedules (kids being put in the wrong level classes), can I wait one more week until things settle down? I say fine. I wait a week. I come back. She starts suggesting classes I can take to fill up that first period block. I ask for the late arrival. She asks me to think about it and give it a few days. I wait a couple days and come back with my drop slip. I am getting this goddamn late arrival.

She tells me that I’m not thinking about this clearly. I resist the urge to snap and tell her that I have given this serious thought. She says I have not. I point out that my course load is already heavy. She counters that the electives she offered to enroll me in are easy. And I get even more annoyed. I point out that outside of school, I play a team sport and work part time. I have enough on my plate. I need some R&R. She then proceeds to tell me that if I don’t take an elective, colleges will reject me and think I’m lazy.

I then proceed to tell her that if a college rejects me over a half credit elective course, then I want no part of that college anyway. I want my late arrival. I am getting this late arrival. I did not leave until she gave in. Late arrival gave me another 1-1.5 hrs of sleep that my poor soul needed desperately. It definitely kept me from killing my poor lab partner in AP Chemistry.

The joke is on her, because I proceeded to get my Bachelor’s of Science from a good university with “Magna Cum Laude” stamped in fancy script.

I honestly don’t know why there had to be so much back and forth. I hadn’t even had that much of a stubborn argument with my own parents. There’s not really a point to this story other than I’m proud of my younger self growing a spine and not just accepting what someone in charge told me as fact. I guess, maybe it doesn’t have to be a big thing for you to be proud over it. This was a really stupid game of chicken that I got into and won. And for that, I’m happy, because starting small makes it easier to take bigger steps.

[nuagederose]

on sunday, this song^ came onto my shuffle, completely out of the blue (came in between the trio and death, too, all the more jarring): like visiting an old friend after 10+ years, and you wonder how they’re doing, but you move on (especially when sandwiched between alex and chuck 🤪). then you’re faced with them firsthand.  i discovered skin yard and gruntruck when i was 18–i remember i used to listen to this song and crucifunkin’ in my auto-cad class whenever we did assignments: every so often, the line “get off your cross and dance!” will cross my mind when i’m drawing digitally. i asked some people on facebook about ben mcmillan because i want to know some things when i discover something new, given i grew up in california and nevada in the new millennium (the closest we have to grunge is stone temple pilots and hole, and i consider both more their own thing).  info about both is scarce, aside from skin yard being OGs in the scene—a recurring theme i’ve noticed with grunge bands outside the big ones: info is a crapshoot, ranging from a gold mine or finding out that their albums are out of print (like in the case of paw).  but i’ve always been curious about ben. i like the underrated and the underdogs, the “buried treasures” if you will, but i feel like he never had a chance to fully shine, especially when you find gruntruck were in the video for “alive” (yes, THAT alive), and they toured with alice in chains and pantera. a quick google search led me to jack endino’s old newsletter and the story does make you ponder the fragility of humanity: from what jack says, it sounds like he had factor v leiden thrombophilia, a hereditary disease that causes blood clots, and it nearly killed him c. 2000, and then he succumbed to complications from that plus diabetes and kidney failure in january 2008. another thing that’ll happen when i’m reading about musicians (cartoonists and authors, too), especially when they experienced a difficult period like metallica, anthrax, or testament, or they were a bright star burned out too soon like chuck or pete steele, is i’ll ask, “how the hell am i just now hearing about this?” and it makes me want to tell their story more. 🖤

(drawn with my gold colored pencil)

ig: badmotorartist

#ben mcmillan #gruntruck #skin yard #grunge #seattle grunge #drawings #metallic gold #gold #metallic colors #colored pencil #ink and colored pencil #cartoon art #cartoon artist #artists on tumblr #badgalnirvhannahart #Spotify

[deebeeus]

Here is another interesting player's grade guitar for your consideration: 1964 #Guild #Starfire III #Thinline spotted at @thetwelfthfret Toronto. What makes it player's grade is that it is missing its original Bigsby and pickguard, has non-original (but period correct) tuners, the neck has been refinished (no doubt to smooth over some of those divots you see all to often taken out of the back of vintage guitar necks) and it has had an access port cut into the back to make the electronics more accessible (rather than pulling everything out through the F hole you now can just remove a cover!). The pickups are, however, original. What makes it interesting is that it is a vintage Guild Starfire (such a cool guitar - I have always wanted one!) and the price: $1,999 CAD (~$1460 USD). If you can live with the alterations (I might argue that the access port on the back actually improves the guitar!), it's a super inexpensive way to get yourself into a super cool vintage Guild! #guildstarfire #starfireiii #guildguitars #vintageguild #es335 #semihollow #semihollowsunday #guitarphotography #vintageguitar #guitar #guitars #guitarra #electricguitar #guitarre #chitarra

#guild #starfire #starfireiii #guitar #guitars #vintageguitar #vintageguild #hollowbody #thinline #guitarshopping #guitarphotography

[xenosagaepisodeone]

Actually on the topic of figures, I’m surprised that anime figures haven’t been subject to a speculative bubble in a similar way to how beanie babies were (I’d say funko pops but beanie babies are more amiable in every respect). Even comic books had a period where publishers were specifically pandering to investors in the late 80s to mid 90s period (Alan Moore gets pinned as the reason why there was an increase in “mature” comics during this time, but investors also propelled this change in a small way by specifically purchasing comics that were darker for their novelty). Resellers exist, but they’re predominantly simple hobbyists who just don’t want a particular figure in their home anymore. I've seen collectors say that it’s kind of pointless to buy figures for their potential resale value (and I agree!), but I think they don’t quite grasp the scope of how much people are willing to buy merch that only sees 1 run from companies that produce niche or original work. Native specializes in 18+ figures, and it’s normal to see their products resold at $400-$500 2 or 3 years after release. I mentioned the existence of a $300 1/2 scale Super Sonico sculpt in an earlier post, but a more accurate figure (hehe) for the item would be anywhere from $600-$1200 according to eBay. In a video I watched by someone who had purchased the 1/2 Sonico earlier today, the creator mentions that he was working with the website that had sold him the figure to get some kind of rebate since he had received the figure damaged, which effected it’s resale value. While many people who collect anime figures just end up giving them away or offloading them for a reduced cost, there is some muted acceptance that these piles of plastic have value.

In 2015 I used to trawl eBay for a rare set of Xenosaga gashapon that originally went for about $5 CAD. About 1/3rd of the set could be purchased for around the same cost, but most of the KOS-MOS ones needed to be wrenched out in a bidding war. The average KOS-MOS V1, V3 and her bikini model could be purchased at around $15-$25; V2 and V4 (and the elusive kitty KOS-MOS) however were far more variable in cost due to objectively being the prettiest. The most valuable of the batch was her pink V4 version, which you would very rarely see listed for sale, and would quickly rise to $30, $40, $50+ in bidding wars when you did. I don’t own her because paying that much for a gashapon is kind of insane.

“Adrienne, you’re really weird.” Well. You read this post from start to finish and it’s 3 in the morning. You’re weird. I made this post because I want to see youtube videos where sweaty finance gurus talk about figure market trends and mispronounce extremely chuuni sounding anime girl names.

[jayne-hecate-writer]

Hello there...

Obi Wan Kenobi has his own series on Disney plus and thus far it has been both moving and exciting, but I have a dark fear that they are about to repeat a tried and tested Star Wars story line that has been used rather a lot of late, that of the captured child held hostage.

This trend started with the Clone Wars pilot in which Ahsoka and Anakin must rescue the child stolen from Jabba the Hutt. It continued in a couple of episodes of Rebels (and will likely be the theme of the Ahsoka show as they hunt for a lost Ezra) and carried on with the story line of the Mandalorian, where Din Djarin has to track down and then rescue the child. Then we had the Bad Batch, where Omega was captured by Cad Bane and returned to the Cloners on Kamino, only for her to be rescued by the Bad Batch. Each story has the theme of those who rescue are also rescued themselves. Anakin learns to trust Ahsoka, Din bonds with Grogu, Hunter and the Bad Batch squad find Omega and become more than they were. So with the end of Kenobi part three dropping hints that Leia is now in the hands of Inquisitor Reva, just as our truly fabulous villain planned, Obi Wan is going to have to face her to rescue the girl and in doing so will awaken his lost Jedi faith. Oh dear... They are doing it again, aren't they?

Now before you get all angry and upset, let me state for the record that in my view, there is an awful lot to like in this Obi Wan series. For starters, the dynamic between Uncle Owen and Obi Wan is suitably prickly. Owen already considers Obi Wan to be a danger to Luke and seeing the man standing up to Reva (while Obi Wan cowers) as she threatens not just him, but his family, we can really see that the craggy old soul that is Owen, truly does love Luke and only wants what is best for his nephew. Knowing how he and Beru are going to meet their end, makes it even more sad seeing these characters developing into the genuinely nice people that they are and it was right to send Luke to them.

Moving on to the other characters in this series, we meet a childhood version of Leia, so precocious and joyous, that she brings yet more love for her character. As such we can really see where Leia developed the resilience that saw her move with such confidence in the original films and then onwards in the sequels, with such empathic kindness and determination all the way through to the end of her life. We have seen Leia at almost every stage of her life now, be it in animation or film, a child being groomed for politics, a young woman delivering ships to the rebellion, a politician, a rebel fighter and then finally as a rebel leader and grieving mother in her closing years. Is there any part of Leia's life that has not been written into the lore of Star Wars? Are we going to see her when she has her first period, as Disney use the might of their colossal empire to reach out to children and young adults to help them understand their developing bodies? Similarly, are we going to get a scene with Luke begging Aunt Beru not to touch his special crusty sock? Sorry for that vulgar and gross image, that is just my cynicism talking! Saying that, this is just another aspect of life for all growing children and young adults and so with some of the other stuff currently on Disney Plus, I am sure that it has the potential to appear one day, in a Galaxy far, far away, especially given how they are promoting Pride as I type this.

Disney are currently running a series of shows that celebrate the lives of LGBTQ+ people and as a member of this community, I would gladly embrace some extra Star Wars input here. We have had thus far a couple of lovely examples of gay people in Star Wars, just floating about in the background and getting on with their Star Wars lives, but rumour has it that some of these few scenes were edited out to appease less LGBTQ+ friendly countries, allowing the films to still be shown and still getting Disney those much needed homophobic dollars. So to counter this, lets see Star Wars fully embrace rainbow culture and I am not talking about quietly making a story about Gay Stormtroopers sending mouse droids as messengers to their Officer class boyfriends (Oh yeah, that poor little mouse droid that Chewie growls at in a New Hope, has been given such a purpose in one of the recent books).

I seem to have strayed off from my subject here, but this is my blog and frankly, you my dear reader probably barely really care what I write about, but I do need to get back on track with my discussion of Kenobi and where it is going to go from this point onwards.

When Vader meets Obi Wan in a New Hope, he states that when they last met, Obi Wan was the master and Vader was the learner. This first meeting and the resultant fight between Vader and Kenobi contained no such evidence of Obi Wan's masterful dominance, rather Obi Wan looked Feeble, a tired old man desperately trying to hold off the ravenous, over whelming power of Vader. At this point, Vader was probably at his most terrifying because he seemed unhinged, given that he was murdering innocent children with a twist of his hand in the force. This led on to Vader not trying to merely kill Obi Wan, but rather seeking to punish him, to put him through some of the pain that he himself suffered when Obi Wan left him to die on Mustafar. This person was still the volatile Vader of Revenge of the Sith and after ten years, it appears that Palpatine has barely shown our tragic lost hero any real development in the use of the Dark Side. In some of the books that are now considered to be part of Legends, Vader was so desperate to advance he pushed Palpatine for knowledge. In some of the comics he uses his acquired Dark Side power to speak with Padme who then shuns him. Yet in this series, Vader still seems to be that wounded, unpredictable Anakin, not yet embracing all that Darth Vader can be as a Sith Lord. In the later stories starting with Rogue One for example, Vader feels more controlled, more focussed and in some ways even more vicious, but for this scene we see Vader consumed, maybe even blinded by his rage, he is in many ways still the lost and pitiful Anakin under all of that armour.

As for Obi Wan, he seems to have buried all of his past in the sand with his Lightsabres. The hints at what he lost as a child, ripped away from his family were heart breaking as he explained to Leia that he understood how it felt to not know their origins. I was fully immersed into their world, my heart aching for both Obi Wan and Leia at this point. The great difference though was that Leia was raised by a loving family, while Obi Wan was raised by the warrior priests of a religious cult and some of the stories that have been introduced into the cannon of late have shown that the Jedi were not that great at raising kids in a healthy way. So Obi Wan has all of the nightmares, regrets and horror of a survivor with Post Traumatic Stress and even the words of Owen can wound him to his core.

What I have seen thus far has had moments of true beauty and I am fully engaged with Ewan McGregor back in his rightful place. But after three episodes, I cannot hide from the the fact that I am worried that I am starting to see the lazy patterns of previous Star Wars stories. I am aware that there is a theme of the stories 'rhyming' with those that went previously, but there comes a point when it is no longer rhyme and is instead simple repetition. Whatever happens though, it will be a spectacle and it will no doubt be beautifully made. Ewan and Hayden back together for this show is a joy that should be celebrated, especially now when it feels like some of us are living under the rule of our own version of the Empire. I shall remain excited each week for the next episode, enjoying each stage of Obi Wan and Leia's journey back to her Alderaanian home. It is my hope that we can all enjoy the the series as it progresses and admire the talents of the cast and crew, all of whom have worked so hard to make it, in particular the young child playing Leia, Vivien Lyra Blair, who is just delightful. As for the rest of the cast, there are no slackers among them, but it still horrifies me that someone as powerful as Moses Ingram has become yet another person of colour to suffer the seemingly unending hatred of the small minded bigots who claim to love Star Wars. To my mind, Reva is a remarkable and terrifying character, played with real passion by an actor of some skill. I have a suspicion that I know how they are going to end her arc, but for the sake of the Dark Side, I truly hope that they do not turn Reva back to the light in some sad act of redemption that sees her die rather than face justice for her crimes.

Until next time, May the force be with you...

Tatty bye my dears

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #disney+ #Disney Plus #ewan mcgregor #hayden christensen #the grand inquisitor #the galactic empire #Moses Ingram #lgbtqplus #Pride Month #The Dark Side of the Force #Darth Vader #Sith Lords #Lord Vader #Ben Kenobi #revenge of the sith #star wars prequels

[mycological-mariner]

For the game, 4, 16, 35, B

I’ve talked about Fred a few times before but never Tredwen (my oldest OC, Age of Sail, and proto-oc for all others to come after)

4: How easy is it to earn their trust?

Not at all. All relationships are transactional, everyone wants something, nobody ever says what they mean, etc. The only character he kind of trusts in a non-professional manner and thinks of as an old friend rats him out to the Admiralty. The only person he genuinely WANTS to trust is actively trying to kill him.

5: What makes their stomach turn?

Watching someone die. He’s done a great deal of killing people, as an officer and a mutineer, the violence is impersonal and you don’t need to stop and think because you’ll die too if you do. After the mutiny, he was cast adrift with only a 12 year old midshipman who died in front of him due to wounds over the course of several days and Tredwen couldn’t bring himself to do what needed to be done to give him a peaceful death, either.

35: How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

Well, he’s a cold bastard so no one ever tries. The friend that betrays him is always talking about his daughters and Tredwen just suffers silently through it. He does try and take an interest in the natural world and medicine and suchlike because the kidnapped med school graduate gets excited about those things (and he also feels bad for abducting the wrong person). He is trying to make an effort.

B: What inspired you to create them?

Oooh. Like I said, probably my Oldest oc. It’s been over a decade and he’s gone through a ton of iterations before becoming Jaded and Cynical Old Bastard With a Death Wish. I was reading a lot of maritime adventure books and my favourite was Jack London’s The Sea Wolf. And I was also really into Thomas Cochrane?? I used to read his autobiography aloud to work on my tongue-tiedness pre ops. I could rattle about him for hours (still can but you’re more easily excused at 10 years old).

But I can tell you the precise moment that really inspired this character: I was 11, I had made up my mind to become a sailor and one day even a captain, I went during my turn on the computer to find out what qualifications you needed and I got hit with a page saying basically “If you take seizure medication, have ever taken seizure medication or are epileptic, you’re disqualified.” I went to my room and cried. I was on 6 AEDs at that time! And so, Tredwen was born. Originally a fun, chaos-causing, curious, ex-Navy pirate captain. I was 11. But then I did get older, life just got worse, and he changed into a more world-weary, depressed, cynical and honestly kinda suicidal smuggling captain (still a Navy mutineer though) who was also a total cad. Male slut. Also moved the time period from 1800-1813 to the 1760s. Some things that DIDNT change over the years are: he’s Cornish, he antagonises the RN at every opportunity, he used to be a child miner before joining the RN, was a mutineer, and whatever is Going On between him and his 1st mate (who in early drafts was his bosun? Either way it’s kinda gay), oh and also the whole trans thing.

#basically this man is like the complete Inverse of Fred #honestly putting them side by side is amazing #like wow. you both are the worst versions of each other #I write angry and uh ‘care free abt their own mortality’ characters a lot #coz then I don’t feel bad for making their lives suck #I AM SO SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG!!! #I got so carried away #I’ve only talked abt Tredwen with one other person on this site #MUTINY #thank you for the ask!!! #and again. I’m so sorry I just Went Off #oc ask #tredwen #(he has a full name I swear lol)

[sinisterexaggerator]

NSFW Headcanons / 18+ - Shriv Suurgav / Duros species

Shriv would be one to pretend like nothing is happening between you around his superiors. He takes his job fairly seriously. There would be a lot of sneaking around at first. He might even reprimand you a little bit for trying to purposely distract him, that is until you’ve got him in a supply closet somewhere and start kissing him. Now he remembers why he’s going to all this trouble.

By the way, once he realizes he can use his *serious voice* to his advantage, watch out. Think of that line where he says: " Contact the general now.”  I bet he can be a little dominating once he gets over his initial timidness.

Although don’t ask him to be seriously rough with you – he’s not really too into that. He can’t bear the thought of his predatory nature accidently kicking in. He could easily tear your throat out and the very idea of something like that happening is enough to make him freeze up and retract into himself. “Hurt me, Shriv, go hard. Make me scream.” - “Angel, d-don’t ask me to do that… I-I-I can’t…Mm… I don’t wanna … hu-hurt you on accident…” *puppy dog-duros eyes*

He’s not proud of his predatory instincts, he just can’t help himself. He figures back in the ancient bygone days of Duro he would have wound up a snack for some cannibal arachnid. Although, they tend to kick in on occasion when he’s especially riled up or turned on by you. The soft flesh of a humanoid woman tends to do that to him, as well as anyone stepping on his toes after the fact. He wants to mark you so, so bad, but he refrains. He know it’s just his stupid reptilian brain yelling at him. He’s better than that ( though you can be sure he has slip ups … ).

Once he’s convinced you’re being sincere and you’re not just a cruel woman trying to bait a desperate Duros, or that you weren’t put up to this against a bet, Shriv is reckless and wild in his abandon. Groping, fondling, nuzzling, kissing, stroking , heavy petting, and maybe even a nip or two if he’s too out of control, though he would never dream of harming you – he’s very careful with his fangs. Hyper aware, in fact. It’s a point of contention for him – sometimes he wishes he didn’t have any. He’s very self-conscious about it.

Though, once you’ve thoroughly stated you love his fangs, he’s open to teasing you on occasion, especially when it gets a rise out of you. If he ever drew blood he’d be mortified, even if you told him that you liked it.

When he’s appreciative, he definitely growls, purrs, or otherwise makes sounds that remind you of an animal who is either dining on a meal or who is very pleased to have your undivided attention.

Against his better judgement he winds up ravishing you in places that are dangerous, places where you could get caught, possibly court martialed. Supply closets, the cockpit of his x-wing, empty conference rooms, Lando’s office when he’s out on business, planet-side after a dangerous mission when you’re just glad you both made it out alive, etc.

Some Duros are born with two penises, it’s a recessive trait leftover from Duros evolution. Back when Shriv’s species was heavily preyed on, they had to repopulate quickly and thus had two testis and two dicks so as to fertilize multiple females one after the other if necessary. Duros used to be more polyamorous, though family oriented. They took care of younglings as a unit, and since they laid eggs, no one really took claim to a child and they raised it together. As predators died out and their species didn’t have to worry so much about their survival, more and more males started to be born with only one penis and not a hemipenis, though the two testis stayed. Shriv is one of these males to be born without a double-dong, whereas my Cad Bane has two *wink.*

Also, in this case, more and more Duros were beginning to find life partners, and those that really enjoyed each other’s company went through a hand-fasting or an engagement period. If they survived, they mated for life in a kind of bond or marriage. Shriv’s parents were bonded for life. He had a sort of ideal family unit back on Duro, though his mother was kind of overbearing and Shriv was the baby. His mother has very high standards by the way; call her a helicopter parent. She only wants the best for her little boy, even if it’s against his wishes, and his brothers, Maker, they were the worst at picking on him. Despite his stocky frame, he’s actually the “ runt of the litter.”

Shriv has always wanted kids – he’d be an excellent father. He might even have a bit of a secretive breeding / daddy kink that he’s awfully embarrassed of and wouldn’t think to ever speak aloud.

If you were ever pregnant, he would be the sweetest you have ever seen him, though he’s also more worried than he’s ever been before. At first, he might not even believe it’s his. Duros and humans can interbreed, but it’s rare. It’s also sort of taboo, and his mother would be absolutely shocked and maybe abhorred. TOO BAD! It’s more and more common with the younger generations, but his parents are old-school.

Shriv would be a doting, gentle, caring, AMAZING lover and life partner. Very attentive. Fight me.

A halfbreed Duros baby would take a lot out of a human mother. I can imagine she’d need a high-protein diet, and that she would be very, very tired.

Normally Duros have a larval stage, this would instead occur within the human female body – very active at this point – lots of “kicking” or squirms (ew), but also they come out fully formed afterward with feet and legs. The pregnancy might last a little longer, 10/11 months to account for this extra period. Poor girl.- Ultra sounds are SCARY!!! Sure, it’s cute when it comes out, but … talk about an “alien pregnancy.”

Feminist. He loves women. General Organa is powerful. Mon Mothma is powerful. Iden is powerful. He respects them, and he will respect you – also, to bring a new life into the world is a mind-boggling thing to him. “You just created that thing out of thin air… life-givers … amazing…”  “Well, you helped.”

Thus, he would definitely worship your changing body.

Shriv doesn’t have nipples. Duros do not nurse, so the females do not have breasts either, therefore he FEKKING LOVES yours.

Duros females either don’t have clits, or they have two of them like a reptiles have two dicks. Saying they don’t, Shriv would be especially fascinated by the human female body. "It's like you have a little button on you that makes you orgasm.. Hells, it couldn't be any easier to tell ya the truth." - "Don't even have to think about it. I can just watch you squirm; I can tell if you like it or not. Very convenient.” He prefers GIVING rather than receiving, though he will blushingly accept a blowjob though he “ doesn’t want to degrade you like that.”  - “Sweetheart, you don’t have to do that… “ “Well, I want to.” “Who am I to say no?”

Once he gets over his fear of hurting you with his fangs, he is addicted to going down on you for this reason. He loves to watch you writhe and him be the reason for it. Ego boost, for sure. “C-can I .. fierfek… eat you again? I mean .. if you don't mind ... if you're sick of it I-" * shoves his head down*

He also looooves finger fucking you, watching you ride and twist across his many knuckles. Ooh, and that slippery feeling – he loves the texture of human lubrication. He’ll be careful not to go too deep; he’ll ask If you’re OK. His fingers are longer than the length of your vagina. “ I could do this all day long – too bad I have a meeting with Mon Mothma in an hour.”

Speaking of when it’s “ that time of the month” he definitely knows. Duros have a very acute sense of *cough* smell, as well as precision eyesight. When his female is in heat he desperately wants to “rut” or just bury himself down there, but he never would – he understands it’s an uncomfortable, weird thing to want. I can see him becoming flustered, maybe trying to keep away from them for the next few days so he can control himself - Cad Bane on the other hand … think “cat pupils dilating” or  “predatory mode activates “ and he’s not above earning his redwings. Shriv isn’t either, and if you ever allowed him to do something like that, he would be soooo, sooo careful and considerate with you. I’m thinking multiple orgasms.

Everything is cold. His dick’s cold, his cum is cold, his spit is cold, his hands, everything, but the contrasting temperatures feels soooooo good. Also, Duros cum is sweet, mostly clear, and with a faint green tint. You could literally guzzle the shit – it’s addicting. He also smells good to you, pheromones, man.

Also, his penis is def barbed/ ribbed, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels like a nice, inside massage. Very pleasurable. And it’s long. AND thick. It also hides when it’s not in use like a reptile penis.

Duros kiss by pressing their foreheads together and rubbing rostrums ( that flat space where their nose would be on a human) – Duros will also nip and bite each other and flick their tongues but kissing mouth to mouth is a bit difficult, though Shriv can be trained. His tongue is also forked at the tip. Sometimes his s’s come out as a hiss like when he says “Rissk.” Family members might press their foreheads together and say things like “My thoughts are with you.”

Shriv’s name means “sincere” in Durese. I made that up.

Duros are mostly carnivorous, or feed on things insectoid in nature, though they have taken to other types of food as the galaxy has become a more civilized place. Some things don’t sit too well, but Shriv will try anything once. Another reason he’s *cough* attracted to the smell of blood.

Shriv would definitely be the one to fall in love first, hard, but he wouldn’t be the one to say it first. He’s too afraid it’s an infatuation on your part, but once you tell him he says it back with fervor after getting over his initial, self-deprecating reaction of disbelief.

#shriv suurgav #duros #duros biology #alien biology #star wars #star wars battlefront 2 #headcanons #duros headcanons #some of these also apply to cad bane #star wars smut #cad bane

[madelineariah]

2023/April 14th - Creative

I have been a bit exhausted the last few days.

My sleep schedule got kinda messed up, though this is not entirely out of character for me when I get fixated on a new idea. I decided about a week or two ago that I would try to revitalize my interest in video production. I probably should preface this by saying that I tried running a YouTube channel back in 2020. Probably not the best time to get into it, but it was what it was.

When I did it, I was narrating some of the novels that I have written over the years. Writing is my passion, yet it’s not a compatible medium with many of the passions and interests of most people these days. People want interactive media – it’s why they turn to visual novels or YouTube videos or games to get their reading in.

The videos I made honestly never really felt like they were at their fullest potential. It felt like I didn’t have the proper tools to bring my words to life, and I became very frustrated by the outcome. While I reached 60 subscribers during that time period, I eventually became so bothered by the quality of my own content that I deleted all of it from existence and put the channel on hiatus.

Recently, though, I have had a change of direction in my life. I decided that because racing videogames have been a lifelong hobby of mine, I would like to do highlight videos surrounding my favorite racing games. As such, I’ve spent the last several days prepping videos for a May 1st debut. I have about seven completed already.

What I’ve noticed so far is that because I have better equipment now, that alone has given me more confidence in my abilities. In 2020, I was video editing on a Chromebook (which many of you might not think possible, but I assure you, it is). The videos were serviceable, but they lacked the kind of professional quality that I wanted of them.

Now, though, I have an enterprise-level Windows desktop with an enterprise-level GPU that I was using for CAD applications during my last round of college (see my post about going to college three damn times).

Since my drafting stuff is currently on hiatus, I figure that I should probably get my money’s worth from the machine, and it turns out that it can encode a 10 minute 720p video in about 45 seconds. Not bad. As far as the games, I am recording them on an Xbox One X which I have calibrated to record in 720p because Xbox DVR requires your clips be processed over the cloud, and my internet – while good in terms of download speed – is terrible at upload speed.

I learned recently that Xbox DVR files corrupt very easily. Audio sync issues are also very common. So… Not the best start.

Nonetheless, I do feel like the way I have things set up lends itself to my style of video production. What I’m doing is recording individual races and events in-game and then creating highlight reels from them. Some of these highlight videos have a story to them, even.

The audio sync is easy enough to fix using the video editing software. That said, I have lost a handful of good clips due to file corruption – which led to much sulking.

To prevent myself from going insane, I’m probably only gonna upload twice a week – Monday and Thursday. This gives me 2-3 days between videos to work on each one. So far, I’ve noticed it takes approximately 90 minutes to encode enough clips for a 10 minute video, and then editing takes two to four hours depending on storyboarding, effects used, and also needing to create the thumbnails for each video.

And of course, my videos are going to have overlays that show my channel name and eventually things like a Twitter link, Ko-Fi link, etc. If I ever decide to stream, those same overlays could be used to show stream-related info (I think that’s how it works). But getting that sophisticated is gonna take time, I guess.

For the first month, I figure I will use a compact overlay (just a banner, really). Then after, I will make a full-screen overlay in 1080p with the 720p gameplay footage in windowed mode. That’s the plan, anyway. There’s still so much I need to figure out, and I am doing all of this myself.

I would say that my goal is simply to attract people who love the same things I love and who I can share memories with. Like, as a gamer, I often play alone. I don’t really have “gaming friends.” I’d like that to change.

#journal #diary entry

[iwannaban0nym0us]

Time for another one of my long rambley posts about my day!

so i had a free block first thing this morning and usually I would sleep in during it but had to move my tutoring from yesterday afternoon to my free since I had a soccer game yesterday (btw we won against a team we have a bit of a rivalry with) but anyway that meant i spent that time working on my stupid history essay which thank fuck i didn’t have to turn in today

And as usual i now need to back up a bit and give y’all a bit of context, so the week before thanksgiving there was a minor queer hate crime (involving the writing of a slur on school property) that occurred so that friday before break there was an assembly about that that involved queer people talking about how the incident affect them and what not, but I opted not to go to that since there was a space for queer people who didn’t want to hear more about it and I already had 20 things running through my brain (one of them being the history essay) so anyway after the assembly that space turned into a processing space about the assembly and queer people could either go to that or their last class (mine being history) I was planning on staying in the processing space but then my ex showed up so me and a friend ended up hiding in the garage and having our own processing space since we both really didn’t want to go to class, I also used that time to get a less dysphoric soccer uniform

Ok fast forward to yesterday night and i’m struggling with my history essay and there’s no way i’ll have it done by the due date (which was like 5 pm today) so I decide to email my teacher and ask for an extension (I like never do that) and I list the reasons: I have a bunch of other school work, school soccer season just started and we have a really busy season, and I missed one of our work periods due to the queer processing space. This morning my teacher replied and was like ‘yeah sure since you missed a work period you can have until Monday at 6pm to finish your essay’

So anyway the one time that I’ve like ever skipped an entire class lead to me getting an extension and I don’t know how to feel about that...

Ok, next class was CAD and that was chill we just worked on our CO2 canister cars, mine is trans colored (: and we were trying to plan if we should use our final sheet of acrylic or save it for after the trial day and my teacher was like “If I give you another sheet of acrylic will it make you less stressed” and then he did, I really like that teacher he’s so chill but also like strict enough that your really should stay on task in class

Next up was lunch which was pretty normal and involved a lot of talking about crushes and tv shows and gay/gender shit which was fun

Next class was Japanese and we’re writing stupid personal essays at least they’re only 500 characters tho, and also that teacher is also really great and gave us plenty of time and we have to submit a couple of drafts so we’ll get plenty of feedback and that’s one of the few classes i’m not stressing about

Last class of the day was history and we just talked about the industrial revolution more also we debated about who’s gonna win the mock conference we’re putting on, the ottomans or the japanese (ottomans obviously, does japan have furniture named after it???)

Now after school this is when the chaos really starts

So yesterday was my best friend’s birthday and so my friend group gathered in an out of the way classroom to celebrate them, also they brought cupcakes and another friend brought really good snickerdoodle cookies, in exchange of the cupcakes we all had to agree to letting my best friend genuinely compliment us and we were allowed to talk back or deny it while they did it their compliment to me was really sweet since we’ve been friends since 5th grade but there was a bit in there where one/both of us were distant since we were dating my/our ex (at different times than each other tho) they talked about how it was really cool to see both of us change and grow (haha trans) and also basically called me a golden retriever but like as a compliment and as in I can make friends with most people and somehow light up a room, anyway get that many gay nerds in a room together without supervision and chaos ensues, along with a lot of sitting on tables

At one point my best friend stepped out of the room to give a compliment to someone who didn’t want it done in front of everyone and another friend was like ‘i wanna write “fuck you” on the board’ and so she tried to jump to do it and I was like ‘no, use a chair, actually way a table is taller’ and then we we’re like ‘A CHAIR ON A TABLE’ and so we did that and then another friend said at uwu so she ended up writing “fuck youwu” it was in the perfect position so that it can’t be seen from where the teacher normal stands in the classroom, after that (while my best friend was still out of the room) we noticed an eraser stuck up on the board near the “fuck youwu” so we had to use our chair table set up to get it down ofc, and then that turned into the baseball with the whiteboard eraser the the x-axis (pvc pipe with tape on it labeled x)

When my best friend finally came back I was just standing on the chair on the table and so i decided to jump down, and when I did the chair slid of the table mid jump so that was really fun (I was fine and so was everyone else) next the friend who was being complimented showed off their many legged cat that had a questionable leg in a questionable position, they wanted to show me the actual drawing since the tie they drew after wasn’t in the photo so they brought me into the other class room to see it and when we got back everyone was like ‘it was so quiet for a minute there’ and we were like ‘oh fuck off /j’

And then we had our next great idea, chair on table on table, and so ofc we had to do it after we got it all stacked up i volunteered to get up on it and my head was brushing up against the ceiling when I was standing up on the chair, a bit  later one of my friends sat on the bottom table and so the rest of us decided we need to make stack of people sitting on this, so that friend stayed there, another friend sat under the table, the person who wrote “fuck youwu” on the board laid under the chair and I sat on the chair, after we got a photo of our master piece we all started to get down, the person on the floor got out first but as me and the one laying under the chair started to get down the table on top slipped out and everything went down, somehow we all managed to avoid getting hurt and I think I might have even landed on my feet

Not long after that I had to leave for robotics, at robotics I spent the whole time helping a more senior member teacher newer members how to use the router, which was actually pretty fun and a good practice since it’s been a while since I’ve used the router myself

After that I went to my school’s play which was so fun, everyone did so good and I’m friends with like half of the performers, the play was clue btw, and everyone was matched so well with their character, it was really funny and like the actors really gave it their all and it was just really great, also funny thing about the actors matching their characters—my ex played prof. plum who’s basically a stuck up prick who thinks he’s better than everyone else so it was funny to watch them in that role and it kinda felt like they were finally showing their true colors (aka being an asshole openly rather than secretly and manipulatively)

I think the worst part about seeing the play that my ex was in was actually the part after the show because ofc I was complimenting everyone since I know them all and I’m friends with like half of them so avoiding my ex while talking to everyone else they preformed with was kinda hard, it was also really weird because the last 2 theater performances i went to they were the first person i ran to, also fuck me because seeing them in that purple suit and in their element kinda reminded me why i fell for them, anyway I also saw their parents while avoiding them and congratulating everyone else so that was awkward, but apparently I’m on ok terms with their parents since they asked me how I was doing and told me to say hi to my parents for them

anyway yeah i think thats my whole day

Also a kinda unrelated note but yesterday i made a comment to a semi-close friend about being done with dating for a while thanks to my ex and she was like ‘I don’t even know what went down but I’m on your side’ and like she’s not the first person to tell me that like I’ve had classmates who I’m not at all close with tell me they’re on my side/they’re proud of me for ending the relationship/’do we need to be mad at your ex now?’ and like idk it feels good to know I’m not the asshole here because like ofc my friends are gonna say I’m not the asshole but like yeah my ex isn’t the nicest to a lot of people, like if they’re not friends with someone they’re neutral at best towards them and they’re really closed in on themself so idk I guess I’m the one who gets the support 

I think the reason I’m friends with like everyone is because I manage to be both weird and normal at the same time, like I’m a jock and a robotics kid and I’m gay also I’m like a weird ass extrovert so I feel the most comfortable around the “weird” kids and I can make friends with quieter folks who most people might ignore but I’m also happy to talk to the “normaler” kids also like reaching out to queer folks, knowing robotics + soccer people and then having dated a theater kid means that I know a lot of people

*sigh* why do my posts like this always get so long and take like an hour to write

#me #personal #ex #ex-grayfriend #tw queerphobia #school #friends #space goat