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clone-anon-after-dark · 10 months

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Brunch (Demisexual Jesse x GN Asexual Reader)

Word Count: 3020

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, mention of attempted sexual assault, a punch to the jaw (reader not involved), implied masturbation, some fooling around just to make each other feel good, kissing (but no making out)

A/N: I wanted to write a story about someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction, but is open to sex with the right person and has a sex drive, so here we are. Also, Jesse lives through the war, obviously.

If you are looking for an ace reader story that doesn’t include sex, I’ve written one with Wolffe and I’m exploring the idea of writing another one as well.

It was the end of a work week and you were looking forward to a comfortable night on the couch with your boyfriend. You received a comm from Hardcase thanking you for letting the boys borrow some tools to fix their holoprojector so they could have movie night. He said Jesse would be over some time to drop off the borrowed implements. You sent a short response, but were quickly distracted when your boyfriend came through the door. You smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. You hadn’t seen him all week and were looking forward to some quiet time together. He brought dinner with him and you both parked on the couch in front of a holomovie. Later, you cuddled up together in bed and just as you were getting comfortable enough to fall asleep, he made a move to pull you closer. You thought he might be trying to be sweet, but he quietly asked, “Want to get frisky?”

What followed was a harsh exchange of words as he tried to keep you from escaping. You asserted that you had talked about this. That you had not left any doubt on how you felt about sex. He called you a tease. He said you told him you might want to have sex eventually so why not now? You thrashed as much as you could to get away, tears rolling down your cheeks. You felt so completely betrayed when he uttered “You never give me what I want. Don’t you love me?”

You jostled around enough to end up falling to the floor. Just as you did, you heard a set of footsteps and a very firm, “Back. Off.” Jesse was over your boyfriend in an instant, grabbing him by the neck, twisting his arm behind his back, and hauling his ass out of your home. You could hear a “This isn’t about you” from your boyfriend and what sounded like him initiating a scuffle with Jesse, followed by the clear sound of a punch landing on a jaw.

Jesse came back inside and found you still sitting on the floor of your bedroom, shocked and speechless. He clenched and shook his hand, his fist clearly the one that had actually landed. His face softened when he looked at you. He reached out and helped you sit up on your bed.

“I’m glad you gave me the door code,” he said. “I came by to drop off the tools we borrowed.” He paused for a few moments and looked you over, trying to make sure you weren’t physically hurt. The emotional hurt was written all over you.

“May I sit next to you,” he asked. You nodded and he sat.

“I really thought this time I might be enough,” you said. He held up an arm and you wrapped yours around his waist. He held you close as you cried.

“You’re enough,” he said.

“Then why is it that I never am,” you retorted. “It always comes down to something like this, only usually they just leave instead of trying to do… all that.”

He held you a little longer and promised to stay for the night when it was clear you didn’t want to be left alone in your apartment. He parked on the couch after noticing you really needed space to yourself and what felt like multiple doors of protection. He made sure the front door was locked and no one could come in. You laid in bed, still shocked, and eventually your exhaustion overcame you.

It wasn’t enough for Jesse to sleep on the couch. He watched the door and although he didn’t think your boyfriend would be stupid enough to return, he wanted you to feel safe in your room. He got up and shuffled down the hallway, pillow in hand. He laid on the floor in front of your door and fell asleep, content that no one would be getting through him.

The next morning you woke up, but still felt exhausted. You remembered the night before, slowly got out of bed, and collected the few things that were your boyfriend’s. You threw them in a bag and went to use the refresher. You were surprised to find Jesse sleeping in your hallway. With the door opened and pressure off his back, he rolled over and smiled up at you.

“Just guarding,” he said. You smiled and let out a little sigh. It was good to have someone who cared so much.

During breakfast you received a comm from your boyfriend declaring himself your ex. Jesse rolled his eyes and you huffed. As if there was any question. His reasoning was so incredibly one-sided, but you didn’t want to argue. You just wanted him out of your life. Jesse was kind enough to take your ex’s bag of belongings back to him so you wouldn’t have to. You were certain they’d had some more words, but were grateful you didn’t have to be involved.

Over the next few months Jesse came over any day he could. When he wasn’t able to come over, he sent a little message to check in. Things started to grow from there. You didn’t really go out on dates, but you couldn’t deny your feelings were getting more complex. You didn’t really want to put a label on it, but you felt a sense of belonging with him. Jesse loved your company and you loved his. He felt relaxed with you and protective of you.

One evening you were both on opposite sides of the couch, you sitting up and Jesse laying down as you painted his toenails. You were painting your nails and he wanted to see what it looked like on him. He had just taken a shower and not so secretly preferred yours to the GAR showers. You didn’t mind. It felt nice having someone around. As you twisted the cap onto the bottle and put it down after finishing his last nail, he smiled at his toes, wiggling them and declaring them pretty. He looked up at you and smiled again, eyes warm and friendly. He was clearly relaxed and happy.

“Can I ask you something personal,” he said.

“Sure,” you replied curiously.

“What’s it like being asexual?”

That was not the question you thought he would ask. You bit your lip for a minute and thought about how to answer.

“Well, I’ve never looked at anyone and felt that way toward them,” you started. “I have never looked at someone and wanted sex with them. I just see people as people.”

He nodded slowly, taking in the information. “So you don’t ever feel the urge…?”

“Umm, no that’s not it exactly. I still have a sex drive. I just don’t experience sexual attraction.”

A light seemed to go off above his head and you added, “I am open to the idea of being physical with someone, or try it, but it has to be the right person. I’d be open to it as a way to be close to them, but they have to understand that I don’t want to have sex all the time and sometimes it’s way easier to take care of things myself. With my ex, I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t take it too far. Clearly, my instinct was right.”

Jesse reached out, sat up a bit, and held your hand. You gave it a squeeze and quietly affirmed, “For me the most important thing is companionship, partnership. Someone I can count on. Sex doesn’t have to come into it for me.”

He thought for a minute and his eyes started to dart.

“What is it,” you asked.

“That makes sense to me. Sure, I flirt a lot. Love flirting.” He winked at you and licked his lip playfully. You smiled and rolled your eyes before he got serious again. “I feel blind to what others must see when they call someone ‘sexy.’ Someone can be beautiful, wonderful, caring, gorgeous, and I can see that right away, and maybe that is sexy, but I still don’t see them as someone I want to get naked with without a connection or without feeling like they understand me. The one time I had that and everything clicked into place, but they didn’t feel the same.” He sighed. “Some of the boys really go out looking for a one night stand and can see someone and it’s bam! They are running off together because they feel that attraction. I am happy to get to know someone and flirt, but I could never take someone home without really knowing them.”

Your eyebrows raised at this new information.

“Jesse,” you replied, “I believe what you’re describing is demisexuality.”

“Oh.” He blinked a few times and let this realization soak into his brain. A slow grin spread across his face as he softly said, “What I feel has a name.”

You smiled back and felt the overwhelming urge to hug him. As if he knew, he reached for you, chuckling a little as you collapsed in his arms. Jesse laid back a bit and, with you laying on top of him, you eventually fell asleep together.

You woke up to the sun shining through the window. You felt him stir beneath you. You turned toward the back of the couch and let out a yawn. You felt his hand lightly caress your back and sides. Waking up this way felt so peaceful. You opened your eyes and turned to see a smile plastered on his face. This was someone who really knew you and saw you through your lowest point and stuck around. Being with him like this felt so right.

“Mornin’,” he said. You both took your time fully waking up, but he kept his arm around you and you stayed laying against him. You could hear his heartbeat pick up the pace a little. You played with the string from his hoodie, slight worry clouding your mind.

“Hey,” he said. “Is it a weird time to tell you I love you?”

You smiled up at him. “Is that why your heart started going faster,” you asked.

He shrugged. “I wasn’t sure what you’d think.”

You snuggled back into his chest. “I think it’s a perfect time because I love you too.”

His eyes lit up, warm and playful at the same time. He kissed your forehead and you looked back up at him before planting a kiss on his cheek. He gave you a squeeze and kissed your cheek too.

You both got up to eat some breakfast and start the day. You spent your time visiting a local park and picking out a few things to make dinner together. He invited you for another holomovie night with the boys and you couldn’t say no. He then got contemplative again.

“What is it,” you asked, always loving how open he was when it came to asking you questions.

“Are we a couple now? Is that what we tell them when they see something has changed between us.”

“Is that the term you want to use,” you asked. He nodded. “Then that’s what we say,” you replied. He took your hand and kissed it before continuing to walk home with you.

Life with Jesse was incredibly comfortable. He was happy to hang out and talk or watch movies. When you got a video game setup, he was thrilled. He loved playing with you, whether it was a slow-paced game or something more competitive. He also loved washing dishes, making sure the towels were fresh, and those little things that made this feel like a home. There was never any pressure to have sex and you were both happy with the status quo. He also loved sleeping with you. He always had to be touching you in some way to know you were there. Usually, it involved having an arm draped around you in some fashion if he wasn’t able to outright hold you.

You knew that the war haunted him. He had experienced so much, being one of the older clones by war’s end. You were always there when he came home in shambles. His heart was so big and the loss was so great. Each time he came home like that, you took him to the bedroom, helped him take off his armor, and get into something comfortable and homey. He always inhaled the smell of the pillows and curled up into your arms. When you were having a hard time, he did the same for you. When the war was finally over and he needed a plan for his future, you were there. You provided him steadiness in a time of massive change.

More than a year went by like this. Some days were hard, but you depended on each other and supported each other. You formed a strong bond and partnership. You’d found a steady rhythm.

One morning you woke up in his arms and smiled as he coiled around you just a little more securely. It wasn’t unusual for Jesse’s cock to stand at attention first thing in the morning, but on this particular morning you felt like you wanted to touch him, like you wanted to explore. It felt safe enough to experiment. He dozed for another half hour before he started to stir. Although you normally took your time waking up, you’d stewed with the idea and now that it came to it, you weren’t sure how to bring it up.

“What is it,” he asked, rubbing his eyes. You popped a mint and offered him one.

“Well, for whatever reason, I was wondering if you’d like to…” you bit your lip. He tilted his head and looked at you quizzically before you asked, “Umm, do you want to have sex?”

“Yeah, if that’s what you want,” he replied. He reached out to hold your hand and kiss your palm. “If you don’t want to, then we stop.”

You nodded. You were both a little hesitant, unsure of where to start. You’d never actually wanted this before, but you knew this was your person. Your ultimate safe space. And right now, your body and heart said ‘yes.’

Jesse took his clothes off and helped you out of yours. You’d been naked together before, but never for this purpose. It was always so you could shower together. Now it was new and exciting. It wasn’t scary like you were worried it might be. Jesse wasted no time and asked, “When you touch yourself, how do you like to be touched?”

You showed him and he mimicked the movement. He laid next to you to get more comfortable and placed kisses on your cheek, resting his forehead to yours, whispering, “I want to make you feel good, love.”

While your bodies reacted quickly to each other, it didn’t feel rushed. You took your time, caressing all over and eliciting responses from each other that belonged to no one else. You held each other afterward and felt absolute contentment. He let out a series of deep sighs, joy radiating throughout his body.

You looked over to him after some time and asked, “Do you want to shower with me?”

He let out a little hum and gently pulled you up, thoroughly taking his time making sure you felt cared for and loved. You ended up with most of the morning gone and eating brunch together.

“Was everything okay this morning,” he asked.

“Of course it was,” you replied. “Are you worried about something? Was it okay for you?”

“Oh it was wonderful for me,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with everything.”

You reached for his hand and reassured him. “I’m glad we fooled around. It felt good, so good, and I don’t know,” you shrugged, “This morning I wanted to feel a different type of closeness. And hopefully there can be a repeat when it feels right.”

He smiled and squeezed your hand gently. “Let me know,” he winked before seriously adding, “but there’s never any pressure, cyare.”

“I know there’s not,” you said. You stood up to clear the plates and he snaked his arms around your middle.

“I love you,” he said. “And I want to have brunch with you forever.”

You grinned and kissed the top of his head. “I love you too. And also the brunch thing.”

It wasn’t frequent by any means, but every so often, you’d have a sexy romp together. Jesse always put you first until one day you took control and insisted he lay back and let you take over. That was fun. It felt great to know what you wanted and to know that you were safe with each other. He always insisted on cuddling after, followed by cleaning you up (even when you took charge he insisted he be the one to wash you), and having something to eat.

Then about a year went by with what some might call a dry spell. Your relationship remained steady, but you hadn’t felt like being intimate in that way. You were close in other ways and while that was more than enough for you, you started to worry he might feel differently. You both sat at the table mid-morning, finishing brunch.

“Is this still okay,” you asked him.

“Is what still okay,” he asked before shoving the last bite of toast in his mouth as you picked up the plates to walk them to the sink.

Your eyes darted, unsure of how to bring it up when you flat out said, “We haven’t had sex in a long time and I just don’t want you to get bored of me.”

His face dropped and he hurriedly swallowed his food while reaching his arms around your middle to reassure you.

“I love you,” he said, giving you a firm but gentle squeeze, “And I want to have brunch with you forever.”

You smiled, tears of relief misting your eyes. You kissed the top of his head and murmured, “I love you too. And also the brunch thing.”

Tagging: @kixs-husband @staycalmandhugaclone @wreckers-wife @dukeoftheblackstar (Sinker is next!)

#arc trooper jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse fanfiction #tcw fanfiction #the clone wars fanfiction #jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x asexual reader #demisexual jesse #just seemed to fit #asexual reader #gn!reader #reader insert #jesse anon

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egophiliac · 28 days

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Hi it's just to let you know that the official romanization of Revaan's name is Raverne ! Also they have romanized Baul's name to Baur !

Twst coming back at us again with the least expected romanization! thank you everybody (oh god my inbox) (no it's great, I literally asked for this and the reactions have been INCREDIBLE, thank you all!)

I do like Raverne though, I think it's got a nice fancy sound to it! (I had kinda suspected it was going to be an R instead of an L, so the fact that it's SO close to Laverne except for that is hilarious to me personally.) and Dragoneye Duke is honestly probably the best translation for his title, I wasn't envying the localizers that one. :') Baur instead of Baul I was NOT expecting, but in retrospect I think his name's supposed to be a reference to the Bauru crocodile, so that actually makes way more sense!

someone else also said Meleanor has become Maleanor, which is the REALLY weird one to me, because I was so surprised it was written as Mel instead of Mal in the first place?! oh god no I can't decide which one I like better. 😭 (I wonder if they might change it to Mal...they have made romanization changes before) (like I remember House of Distraction being corrected to House of Destruction in Playful Land) (I did check and she's still Mel for now, but I dunno, they might Mal her up and some point and save me from having to make a decision about which one to use) (HECK I CAN'T DECIDE)

uhhhh thank you for letting me ramble about anime names, let's just say MONOGRAMMED SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 part 4 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 part 4 spoilers #mel is so cute but mal fits with the rest of the draconias better #eng version no you were supposed to save me not make things MORE confusing #anyway raverne huh #that uh. that sure feels like it's supposed to evoke raven doesn't it.#what does it mean WHAT DOES IT MEAN #hold on i'm going to flail around embarrassingly about anime character theories now #(okay first a disclaimer: i do think we need to sit down as a fandom at some point)#(and have a discussion about exactly what is actual canon versus meta speculation versus jokes)#(because i think there has been. some confusion. over that re:crowley and raverne specifically)#(but i do feel justified in being like THEY ARE PROBABLY CONNECTED SOMEHOW RIGHT?! right now)#like i really don't think it's as simple as crowley being raverne but with memory loss or something #(and if they pull that on us i'm going to need an EXTREMELY good explanation to go with it to justify that)#they've gone out of their way several times now to make a point about them acting and sounding different and it feels very intentional to m #(and once again: i super 100% absolutely do not believe that lilia wouldn't recognize him with the top half of his face covered)#i just think the contradictions are a lot stronger than the connections right now but there ARE some connections and i'm 👀ing at them #to be fair the connections are mostly meta like crowley being diablo/raverne being evocative of raven #also the general 'raverne mysteriously disappeared and apparently had distinctive eyes' thing #versus 'crowley's past is unknown and he never shows his eyes'#(i will argue that crowley DOES seem to have some kind of canon connection to briar valley)#(since he is clearly some sort of fae and the masks are a briar valley thing)#and that is kinda it right now isn't it #okay hold on i had to delete some tags because i used too many (thanks tumblr for letting me know and not just vanishing them OH WAIT)#so tl;dr: i'm in the 'crowley is connected to raverne somehow but it's more complicated than just him being in disguise' camp personally #but that will probably change as we get more info and also don't take this as an anti-speculation thing because i love theories HOORAY

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idolomantises · 21 days

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I'm ngl i kinda wish people wouldn't look at a character I create, see that they're mean, and then immediately assume by default they're actually super tragic and a sad woobie. And I'm not even saying this to be like "people need to appreciate 2-dimensional villains!" because I don't agree with those people either.

It's like if a character is a jerk, it either needs to be justified with a sad backstory, or they need to be a saturday morning cartoon villain. it can't just be a part of their personality.

#txt #like the amount of people who seem to think scylla is going to be revealed as this poor battered puppy who needs love is... a Lot #there's not much to really indicate it. its just expected for some reason.#and to be clear i do really enjoy both interpretations (if handled well).#i definitely think powers fits the former and luvart fits the latter.#but we gotta accept that sometimes a jerk character is just. a jerk. they may have their own reasonings for it. but it doesnt need to be #tragic or unfounded. sometimes people are assholes for cultural reasons or different views. whats cruel to us isnt cruel to them. etc

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belas-undead · 2 months

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as much as i hope for there to be a completely normal jon and martin just living their lives in the tmagp universe... i think it would be just their luck that when they sent out the fears, they were ripped out of every universe in the process. like they never existed at all.

#its sad but also. its fitting #idk that just seems like their luck to me #tma #the magnus archives #tmagp #the magnus protocol #magpod #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin

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faeriekit · 10 months

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New In Town (dp x dc)

ALRIGHT! 👏🏽 A prompt. (Or, well. A premise.) I’m schtealing a lot of worldbuilding from @mediumsizedpidegon‘s post here so bear with me please.

The Bats, however they catch wind of Amity, catch wind of Amity Park. Of course they do. Amity Park has a very distinct presence— Or, well, a lack of a presence. It may have an abundance of documented weirdness online, from folk stories to abandoned livestreams to concerning details in expats’ online blogs.

But there is no online evidence of Amity Park that leaves Amity Park.

So. What is a family of detectives to do when confronted with the need to gather physical evidence? Road Trip, baby!🏄🏽‍♂️🚗🚞🚡

Everyone hops in the car/Batplane and makes their way to Amity Park; they make hotel reservations, ring up the only reasonably rich enough people to even touch their social circle (the Manson family, and Vlad Masters, apparently), make an itinerary for all the documented tourist stops to hit up while in town off the town website, and prepare themselves for whatever dimensional weirdness is causing a complete tech blackout on the town and an inability to be found by satellite.

They get about ten feet into Amity proper when they meet the first local.

His name is Danny. He’s nice! Affable. He looks a lot like any other Wayne sibling, actually, if a little on the younger side. He notices it’s their first time in town. Do they need any help getting around?

Best way to get information is to ingratiate with a local, so...sure, why not? They get a free tour guide, Danny gets to show off his town; they see all the sights, like the local burger joint, the school, the Manson home, the town hall, the city proper. They’re having a clothing swap in the temple parking lot, actually. You should go check it out!

For whatever reason, it’s all...Punk? Goth? There’s a couple of lolita dressed tossed in, and some crocheted things. Everyone has a trunk out their car, eyeliner, and at least two piercings in their face; everyone here seems to know each other on a personal level. Well, small towns are small towns. Whatever.

Danny isn’t deterred by their reactions. If they want, there’s the movie in park tonight! If not, they can catch dinner, though; their hotel restaurant closes at 8pm sharp. (He just...knows this off the top of his head?)

They split up. Some of the family people watch at the restaurant. Everyone is...weirdly courteous to them. A little standoffish. But not at the Wayne name, just at...them being there.

The people at the park find out they’re watching The Night of the Living Dead. This would be much more normal if the park wasn’t also clearly the cemetery, in the middle of July? Which is. Why? It’s not even for any holiday or special time of the year? It’s just...clearly a movie night in the summer? There are little kids here, playing among the gravestones while their parents set out blankets and snacks. Why is this considered a family event??

Well. At least Jason has fun.

Everyone goes to bed and reconvenes in the morning. When they wake up and roll out for the day, Danny manages to find them again, this time with two new friends, bright and chipper in the morning. There’s a farmer’s market today! Everyone’s worked really hard on this week’s harvest; don’t they want to see?

...Sure?

And the longer they’re in Amity Park, the more they begin to realize how convenient it is, that they’re ferried around so easily; that there’s immediately a local who takes a liking to them, that there’s always something else to do; how suspicious it is that no data can get in or out of Amity now that they’re in it, or how they can’t seem to get close to any of the more suspicious parts of town they want to infiltrate. The town is entirely closed to outside influences. The fashion trends are strange and foreign. They only eat things grown in the area, by people they know, and it’s all sort of...green. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone knows where to go. Who to talk to. The superstitions— make no wishes, step on no cracks, wear no large jewelry, cross no shadows of any person (living or dead, apparently), speak to no one without full view of their eyes.

But nothing seems dangerous— not until a few of them try to investigate Axiom Labs, a subsidiary of the otherwise national Dalvco company, and are met to the face with a blaster that uses tech they’ve never seen, by a red fighter in an ultra-synthetic suit.

Overnight, the extremely polite and welcoming town becomes a hostile entity to fight their way out of.

#...or something.#dp x dc #this is *technically* a subset of the Amity is Danny's Haunt au #he can physically feel how they don't fit. But he is TRYING to be a good host #everyone else is nervous around new people who Don't Get the local vibes #or even notice the dead people who are scattered all over Amity #dpxdc #dcxdp #I just wanted Danny to be So Cheerful and Nice it turns back into like stepford wife spookiness completely on accident #Danny seems Tailor Made to be liked by them and it's kinda freaky #Places they also fail to get into: Mayor's office. Vlad's bigass house. Fentonworks #Oh Boy does Danny's attitude change when they try to get into Fentonworks #dcu crossover #free to a good home

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puppetmaster13u · 4 months

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Prompt 203

Another Hydra prompt! Because I am enjoying the designs I’ve made lol. And perhaps it’s a bit inspired by @radiance1 ‘s different dragon prompts too.

So they’ve succeeded! They’ve managed to combine their powers- with a bit of shapeshifting helped along by so many ghost allies- and become a giant duck-you dragon! Well, originally they were going to do something else, but they couldn’t agree on an animal, so dragon it was!

And how mighty they are! They’re giant, absolutely massive- dwarfing the couple of skyscrapers still in Amity. Damages via ghost attacks and general sparring made it where people really didn’t want to rebuild those types of buildings.

But anyway, dragon! Them! They’re absolutely stunning! And did they mention powerful? Because boy oh boy, are they powerful. The GIW’s guns do practically nothing against their combined might, and barriers shatter before them!

The uh, issue is that they erm… can’t turn back. Which is fine, they’ve all sort of outlived most of their generation- thank you possessions and ecto-contamination, it’s just a tiny bit of an adjustment. But really it’s not too bad, and someone needs to stop the GIW from trying to poke their heads into Amity. Like it’s been a solid couple of generations, it’s time to stop, thanks.

Actually they’ve been a bit quiet. Meh, that surely isn’t a problem. Probably. Honestly they’re all going to use the opportunity to sprawl out where the school yard once was, their favorite place to sun their scales. Huh. Usually more people are around now that they think about it- or really, as Paulina points out, sharpening her fangs on one of the rocks.

…

How long had they been sleeping, because it couldn’t have been that long. One of them was always awake, they slept in shifts after all! Yet there are things missing now as they patrol the skies, both Wes and Tucker pointing out specific buildings that the others didn’t particularly notice usually that now lay empty.

Hm.

Oh. That is a… strong barrier there. A really strong barrier actually. Pfft, they can take it! They’ve shredded every barrier together before- Ow.

…

Okay this might be a bit of a problem. Shit.

You want a general size reference? :P