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celaenaeiln · 5 months

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Dick Grayson's talent for manipulation literally brings the world to its knees.

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My absolute favorite trait about Dick aside from his craziness is his ability to control every single person in existence. The best part is, he's so clever in the way that he does it that people almost never notice.

Bart Allen

"Oh! Ahh..you're trying to get my DNA sample. You need my spit! Ha! That's such a Dick Grayson thing to do."

Bart knows!! Dick's brilliantly sly okay. Honey catches more flies that vinegar? He takes it so far that breaks he the ceiling with it because by the time he's done, people don't even know they've been manipulated. And if they do, then what can they do about it? He always wins.

With friends and family he does it to make them feel better without being so overt and discomforting them.

Justice League: Road to Dark Crisis

Jon came to him when he was feeling lost and upset and Dick set up the perfect conditions to encourage him and pick him up. He's just so good at doing what he's doing but he does it for all the right reasons.

But the extent Dick can go trick and manipulate someone is off the charts. A virtuoso.

In a Titans comic, Dick literally spent MONTHS acting depressed and weak after Donna, Wally, and Garth were kidnapped to another dimension by a villain just so he could trick the villain into thinking that his career was over and bring him into the same dimension so Dick could take him down.

He fooled everyone.

Teen Titans: The Silver Age TBP 2 Part #1

"Batman taught me how to be a totally convincing actor! So if the only way you could send me here with your ring was if I filled my brain with evil thoughts, I just faked it! My facial expression was pure evil-but my mind remained pure good." MONTHS.

He planned, pretended, and calculated every single fiber of his own mind and body until the whole world was fooled by his acting. He tricked an interdimensional being who had psychic access. That means he was so extraordinarily manipulative, he can control his own thoughts inside his head to trick someone else. Voldemort's legilimens has nothing on Dick's talent.

Like Bart, sometimes his allies are aware of this like with Selina-

Gotham City Sirens Issue #23

Selina's literally having a mental breakdown trying not to fall for Dick's manipulation and tricks.

But even if they know he's manipulating them, they still are forced to fall for it anyway.

Gotham City Sirens Issue #23

"Damn it."

Like a goldilocks mad scientist - he does it just right.

His acting is just so on point that he outschemes the schemer.

When the Crime Syndicate (Superwoman, Ultraman, Owlman, Power ring, etc) arrive on Earth to take it over when Dick is Batman, Dick needs to do something fast. But to make things worse, there's a being that's so powerful, that both the Crime Syndicate and Justice League combined have a snowball's chance in hell of defeating him.

So what does Dick do? He runs the game.

Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52

"Of course he had a plan the whole time. He's Batman. He always has a plan."

Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52

He tricks everyone.

Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52

And in the end, the Justice League wins and Dick saves the world.

Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52

I love how they characterized Owlman as a snake because that would make Dick a mongoose since mongoose eats snakes. And do you know what Mongoose represent in folklore? Action, adventure, boldness, fearlessness, impulsiveness, independence, optimism, rebellion, resistance, resourcefulness, speed, adaptation, agility, quickness, intelligence and wit. All characteristics that define him.

He plays the world like a chessboard, always five steps ahead.

He always has an ace hidden up his sleeve.

His thoughts are always masked behind a disarming smile.

He has mastered the art of manipulation.

And that's while he's outright fighting. His subtlety is just so seductive.

Take a look at the way he smoothly evades answering in this panel -

Grayson Issue #9

He's so smooth. She's constantly on the watch but she instantly fell head over heels for his charms in a half a heartbeat, that's just how good he is.

Grayson Issue #10

He's a master manipulator who knows exactly what to say and how to act to always end up winning.

It's seriously such a shame that one of his greatest skills and talents isn't talked about more because this man?! Flawless.

He's the spy everyone on TV wishes they could be. He's the type of spy people read about in history books and marvel at the ease, grace, and legendary story he leaves behind. He's the spy that everyone knows and dreams of in their fantasies.

Nightwing (2016)

And oh how they so are.

He can just get people to do whatever he wants.

There's a reason why Batman's only contingency plan against Nightwing is "Let's hope he fucks up." Because with his intelligence, skill, power, charisma, and raw talent - he's goddamn unstoppable.

#manipulative dick grayson #dick's honest to god terrifying for what he can do #so thankful he's on the good side because the world doesn't stand a chance with him on the bad #dick grayson #nightwing #bart allen #dc impulse #jon kent #super boy #selina kyle #catwoman #dc titans #owlman #robin dick grayson #crime syndicate #justice league #spyral #batman dick grayson

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huggybearluvr · 3 months

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Next Thing You Know || Q.H

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Synopsis: After meeting Quinn at a bar in your 20's you can't believe how fast the time flies.

The song links:

Apple Music || Spotify || Youtube

y/nmathews

liked by yourbestfriend, quinnhughes, and others... y/nmathews met this guy at a bar and next thing you know he's my boyfriend....

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yourbestfriend I'll kill him. He better treat you right.

y/nmathews oh he is girl

austonmathews do i know him. does he play hockey. and how old is he.

y/nmathews idk. maybe. lols

quinnhughes seems like a stud

jackhughes that back looks familiar....

y/nmathews no it doesn't!

lukehughes YES IT DOES @quinnhughes

quinnhughes shut up.

jackhughes @austonmathews do we approve of this?

austonmathews i'm just glad it isn't you with your grubby hands.

jackhughes excuse me?

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes never thought I could love like this.

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jackhughes thought you said you were staying single for awhile

lukehughes he did infact say that.

quinnhughes don't be mad that you guys cant pull like I can

y/nmathews I love you <3

quinnhughes I love you more baby

ellenhughes such sweethearts

austonmathews this is...

jackhughes nasty?

lukehughes absoutely fucking crazy?

y/nmathews can you guys leave us alone please?

austonmathews sorry.

jackhughes im not

lukehughes me either

quinnhughes .

yourbestfriend OKAY THIS IS CUTE

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes next thing you know she moved in! ... and brought her weird ass dog with her...

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austonmathews the first picture...

y/nmathews is so cute!

austonmathews no.

y/nmathews WEIRD ASS DOG?! excuse me sir Zues is a little baby

quinnhughes he could squash us both.

y/nmathews hes. a. little. baby.

quinnhughes he ways 140 pounds...

y/nmathews shhhhh he's my baby.

mitchmarner @austonmathews YOU LET HER TAKE THE DOG?!

austonmathews its her dog?

mitchmarner NO NO NO It was yours as much as it was hers.

y/nmathews he didn't take care of that dog, it was all me.

mitchmarner zues squared tho :(...

y/nmathews ill bring him with me when I visit.

y/nmathews

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y/nmathews Mrs. y/n hughes has a ring to it.

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quinnhughes I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you baby

y/nhughes I love you more than anything else in this world

austonmathews when he asked for my blessing, I didn't think he would propose so quickly.

quinnhughes oops?

austonmathews if she's happy, I'm happy.

y/nmathews im more than happy :)

jackhughes god she's gonna be moms favorite now

ellenhughes she already is :)

lukehughes MOM NO I AM

quinnhughes in your dreams Luke it was me before y/n

yourbestfrind AWWWW BABY

y/nmathews my maid of honor <3

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes the best weekend of my life. To my beautiful wife, I love you more than any words could ever say. You are the sunshine of my life and I have no idea where I would be without you. Thank you for choosing me to spend the rest of your life with.

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y/nhughes wouldn't wanna be doing life wiht anyone else. I love you quinn.

quinnhughes I love you too baby

jackhughes congrats to both of you! I love you both.

y/nhughes awww rowdy, we love you

ellenhughes Congratulations! welcome to the family officially y/n!

y/nhughes thank you!!

austonmathews You got a good one Quinn. Congrats to both of you!

lukehughes huggy is all grown up :(

quinnhughes i've been grown.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes the honesymoon has been nothing short but amazing.

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austonmathews Zues misses his parents come back soon

y/nhughes or do you just miss me?

austonmathews ...

jackhughes QUINNS A SIMP

y/nhughes I can't deny that

quinnhughes for her yes I am a simp.

quinnhughes mrs. quinn hughes looking great!

y/nhughes mr. quinn hughes looking even better

lukehughes vomit.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes surprise! baby hughes on the way!

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austonmathews I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE?!

jackhughes WE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

lukehughes WEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

mitchmarner WEEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

y/nhughes yes you are ALL gonna be uncles.

austonmathews so like whose the god father...?

jackhughes me

lukehughes uhmmmm no me.

quinnhughes both of you stop.

ellenhughes congrats! the baby is gonna be a little angel!

quinnhughes I am so excited baby!

y/nhughes me too! Can't wait for little nugget.

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes surprise twin boys! Y/n and I are so excited to introduce Sawyer Warren Hughes and Seth Auston Hughes.

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y/nhughes I am so excited to be doing life with you and them! I can't picture a better family! I love your three more than anything in this entire world.

quinnhughes and we love you all the way to the moon and back baby.

austonmathews you named one of them after me?

mitchmarner he is quite literally crying rn.

y/nhughes awww Aus, come over and meet your god children :)

austonmathews are you being serious? I am the god father???

quinnhughes we couldn't think of any one more perfect for the role

lukehughes I am so honored.

y/nhughes we love you lukey.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes blurb #dad quinn hughes #dad!quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #canucks fic #hughes brothers #auston matthews #mitch marner

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succubusmunson · 2 years

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His Rings

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: There is just something so hot about Eddie and his rings

Warnings: SMUT! (minors dni), pwp, fingering, dirty talk, cursing, some cum play, unprotected sex

WC: 1,034

(this is my first smut in forever, pls be nice! feedback is greatly appreciated!)

Eddie’s hands, fingers, and rings never failed to make you feel something.

You two could be sitting together at lunch and his hand would just rest against your thigh. Nothing crazy, but the tingles you felt all over. God, it was so crazy how something out of this world.

When you two were back at his place, he would practice guitar and you couldn’t even focus on the music when his fingers were moving so fast and expertly. You swear that you could get off on just watching him.

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” Eddie set his guitar on its stand and stood beside you, “were you enjoying the show?” He cupped your face, thumb dragging along your bottom lip.

You were at a loss of words, mouth dry, so you just nodded your head and hoped that appeased him, but he shook his head.

“Use your words, princess.”

The tension in the room suddenly became thick. Nothing sexual had even happened yet and you were already putty in Eddie’s hands. “I really enjoyed the show.”

Eddie moved to sit beside you and he drug his hand slowly up your clothed thigh. “Did you enjoy watching my fingers move? Did you think of them inside of you?” He popped the button to your jeans and rubbed just above your, now very soaked, panties, teasing you.

“Oh god, Eddie you don’t know how bad I want it.” You turned to look at him, giving him soft eyes, wordlessly begging him to touch you, to make you come undone in so many ways. It’s pathetic how Eddie can make you so weak so fast.

Eddie finally slipped his hand inside your panties, and you felt his cold rings against your warm skin and you gasped. The feeling was something you needed, craved even.

“Fuck, you’re always so wet for me, princess.” Eddie began to kiss down your neck as his slowly moved his fingertips over your clit, just barely putting any pressure, “you’re gonna take my fingers like a good girl, yeah?”

Eddie didn’t give you time to answer before he slid a finger in you. Your legs closed out of habit, but he used his free hand to slap your thigh and spread them back open, “your legs stay open for me, got it?”

He moved his finger at a slow pace before adding another one and curling them up, hitting all the right spots. You couldn’t hold in your moans any longer, you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh, god, right there.” Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle at you, he began using his thumb to bump at your clit, “not god, baby, just me.”

Just as you were about to orgasm, Eddie pulled his fingers out and left you empty and needing more.

He stood up from his side of the bed and quickly undressed before helping you. He tossed your clothes somewhere in the room, not caring where they would land. “I will never get over how gorgeous you are.” Eddie laid you back against his bed and kissed down your body, leaving bite marks here and there. The feeling of his teeth leaving a pleasurable sting. Everywhere on your body he touched was on fire.

“Please, I just want your cock.” God did Eddie love it when you begged. You could beg for the world in your hands, and he would try his hardest to give it to you.

Eddie stood up and tapped the swollen tip of his cock against your swollen clit, “this is what you want?” He gave you a cocky grin and kept tapping, making your legs shake. You were both needy for each other at this point, but that didn’t stop his teasing.

He spat on his hand and gave his hard cock a couple stokes before sliding into your wet pussy. You both moaned out, the feeling was pure ecstasy, no matter how many times the two of you fucked.

He set a fast and hard pace, making his whole trailer practically shake. “Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” The more he talked, the faster he would go, making your brain go completely blank.

You grabbed Eddie’s hand and placed it on your throat, and he gave a soft squeeze, causing you to moan even more.

The combination of one of his hands squeezing your throat and the other grabbing at your nipples was almost too much to handle, but in such a good way. You wanted more, even if it wasn’t possible.

Just when you thought it was enough, you felt the familiar touch of his cold thumb ring against your clit, and he began relentlessly rubbing quick circles. Eddie was giving you so much pleasure and you were so thankful for it. You arched your back, moaning his name repeatedly as you were set over the edge.

The was no calming down from your high as Eddie was still chasing his. He kept fucking, getting closer and closer. “Gonna make me cum so good, princess.”

You knew he was becoming close when his thrusts became sloppy, but he kept going harder. He gripped one of your hips tightly, almost tight enough to leave bruises.

Eddie quickly pulled out and came cross your stomach and boobs. “Holy fuck,” he stuttered out. He ran a hand through his now sweaty hair and gave you a smirk.

You were shaky and almost too over stimulated, but God you could’ve gone again and again with him.

He scooped up some of his cum from your stomach and then placed his fingers in your opened mouth, “fuck, you are perfect.” You licked and swallowed around his fingers. “Anything for you.” Once he knew his fingers were cleaned, he pulled them from your mouth and caressed your cheek.

Once you both caught your breath, Eddie quickly helped you get cleaned up before lying beside and pulling you close to him. You couldn’t help but place with his fingers and rings.

“Are the rings what got you so turned on?” Eddie smiled down at you, he already knew the answer, but he just wanted to hear it. “What can I say? I’ve got a thing for them.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #bee’s st fics

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eddies-house · 11 months

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ok I may have just had a slight meltdown over having to drive and order food which has prompted me to think about Eddie comforting you when you start mouthing off about how your brain works. These are just thoughts spewed out so nothing too crazy.

T/W - talks about how being neurodivergent makes you feel alienated

So it’d start with you not being able to process what the person at the speaker in the drive thru was saying. Like they’re asking you questions but your brain is literally lagging behind so hard and you can’t comprehend what’s going on. They’re getting annoyed with you and you just blurt out something in hopes that it’s what you wanted to order in the first place. Pulling up to the window only makes you more anxious since you’re going to have to be face to face with them. The whole experience is just awful and you have trouble speaking up to ask for sauce but do so anyway in the most timid way which makes you want to slap yourself. When they hand you the receipt it nearly flies away and this elicits little “oop!” Noises from you along with a stream of sorries which immediately has you cursing yourself cause why did you react like that? In summary, the entire experience from beginning to end, from driving to the place and driving all the way back home is miserable.

On the drive home you just berate yourself in your head. Why did I react like that? Why does my brain work the way that it does? Why am I not normal? How come I can’t process things like everyone else?

Its literal hell, even the act of driving is a whole commotion in itself. The way you will plan out which streets you take just so you can avoid certain complicated turns that you know will cause you grief. How you’ll make the right turn at certain lights just fine but at others you’ll just about start crying from overstimulation of everything happening around you. All you can describe it as is that your brain lags behind and you think about things differently than the average person. Your thought process is way to complicated but that’s just how it is, you can’t change it.

Fast forward to a little bit later when Eddie comes over and he senses that you’re having an off day more so than usual lately. You look like you’re lost in thought, he swears there are tears in your eyes as you stare off at nothing. You’re just listening to music in your bed with him but he catches the way you’re not relaxing but you’re spiraling. He’d turn off the music and scoot to sit right next to you, thigh against yours. “Hey, you okay?” He asks, fully knowing the answer but not knowing how else to initiate the conversation. Your lip kinda wobbles and at first you try to contain it and tell him you’re fine so you can move on but it fails. A few tears spill over and you quickly wipe them away hoping to recover but Eddie just pulls you into his lap and cradles you to him. “What’s going on, huh?” He says softly into your neck. You sniffle, tightly holding his shirt in your fists.

You decide to just go on a tangent, pulling your face away to look at him, he awaits patiently, eyes gentle and welcoming. “I don’t know why I can’t be normal.” You tell him through blurred vision. “The way I think isn’t normal, it’s so hard to do anything—I don’t—I don’t get it. I don’t know why I HAVE to think so hard about everything and I don’t know why my brain short circuits every time someone in public talks to me.” It breaks his heart that you feel so disconnected from everything. He understands because he relates in his owns ways, having his own behavioral patterns that weren’t necessarily ‘normal’. He knows what it’s like to feel like an outsider in this reality just because your brain is wired differently, something you can’t control.

All he does is lets you voice your frustrations, you were right to have them after all. His hand rests on your shoulder, thumb affectionately grazing up and down while his other hand holds yours. He wants you to know he’s there even if you feel alienated by the world. “A-and the way people look at me sometimes after I say something—l—god I can’t stand it! I know I look like an idiot but they can’t at least pretend to be nice?” There’s a hint of anger behind your eyes which is justified. “I’m so sick of being like this, I feel like I’m broken—like I’m some kind of recall item!” You finish, wiping a glob of snot away from your nose with your sleeve.

Eddie could just scream. Scream at the world for being the way that it is, so unfriendly toward those who might think even the slightest bit differently, their brains being built in a way that didn’t accommodate the norm that was established by some men in suits. He could scream at you that you’re perfect the way you are, that this world needed to change and you didn’t. But he doesn’t scream. Instead he cups your cheeks in his hands and wipes away the rolling tears with his thumbs, quietly speaking but he holds such passion. “You are not broken. You are not a recall item. You are perfect the way that you are even if this fucked up world can’t pull its head out of its ass and understand that you are not like everyone else and that it’s okay not to be like everyone else.” He’s looking at you with his big brown eyes with such love and admiration. “You don’t need to change a thing, do you hear me? I know everyone else may treat you differently, hell they treat me differently too so I understand. But we don’t need to change a thing or prove a thing. I know it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard sometimes because they treat you like you’re below them, like some species that wandered up to them from the wild. But don’t let them take anything away from you. This is how you are and they can eat shit if they don’t like it.” He’s starting to tear up slightly, the subject has always been something he’s advocated for. You can’t help but cry a little more at his words, they really sunk into your heart and it just aches that you even had to feel bad about being you just because people couldn’t comprehend anything different. He continues holding your cheeks in his palms, thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks. “I will always love you for who you are and I know you love me for who I am and I think that’s what matters the most, okay? If some dirtbag makes you feel bad because your reaction isn’t instant or you go blank and maybe say something that doesn’t make complete sense, they aren’t worth your energy. I know it’s easier said than done but just get in and do what you needed to do, let them be shitty people if that’s what they desire, and then leave with a smile. And even if you feel too overwhelmed to leave with a smile, that’s okay too. Just know that they are not some blueprint for what you were supposed to be. You are you and you were made exactly how you were supposed to be.” The tears keep coming but you’re grateful for his insight, he speaks so highly of you even though you feel everything you do is wrong.

You nod, speechless as he pulls you in again, cradling you to his chest. “You aren’t broken, okay baby? Never.” He affirms, you sniffling into his chest. He didn’t give a damn if you used his shirt at a tissue, he just wanted to make you understand that you weren’t some pest to society like you made yourself out to be. “I’ll kick anyone’s ass who wants to yell at you or judge you just because you didn’t react according to their script.” You let out a wet giggle against him, his hand rubbing up and down your shoulder as he holds you tight. “You never have to prove anything to anyone, not even to me, do you understand me?” He’s stern but in a soft kind of way as he pulls back to grip your chin. “Okay.” You whisper with a tear stained face, snot leaking into your mouth. Even then, he thinks you’re so pretty and he would mop up all your snot just to see you happy and feeling safe.

#ohhhh fuck that was a rough one this is so personal #vics thoughts #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson comfort #eddie munson angst

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cryptile · 4 months

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as someone who hyperfixated on snakes for a bit, tell me about lizards :3

Heres some cool pet reptiles:

The emerald tree skink, i think the absolute most wonderful pet lizard ever. They are so friendly and you keep them in groups and a large interactive tank with loads of hiding spots and foliage. The most amazing part of them is how friendly and curious they are, seemingly by nature! They're known to run up to the doors of their tank whenever they see a human, and they love to climb onto arms and legs. They're rather small and very fast which is something that'd be a bad and scary thing (reptiles can be quite fragile), but if they're happy enough, they'll literslly just come back to you if they get lost. From what ive heard they just have a crazy interest with humans!

And- speaking of small lizards, the mourning geckos!! They're so so so good omg. They're TINY, all of them look exactly the same, like actually exactly identical. Why? They're all clones of eachother! All of them are the exact same female, copypasted a billion times. They reproduce asexually, they can impregnate their own eggs (actually theres a lot of animals, even mammals that can do this exact thing when in need, but it happens very rarely and its hard to study and observe). They need another member of their species to hang out with them for the eggs to get fertilized tho. Lesbian ace geckos! They also make very good pets if you like to observe. They eat fruit flies and i think also, like, standard gecko slop but idk.

And if tiny isn't your thing, you can look on the opposite spectrum of pet lizards. The argentine tegu is a HUGE lizard with a very gentle personality. If taken good care of and taught good manners, they make very smart and friendly pets. I am not sure if they drop their tail, but if they do its barely visible where they regrow it, theyre patient and can chill, like lazy scale puppies. Big fan of them, if i didnt have severe adhd and a small budget, I'd have one! I'd need a whole room of an enclosure tho :)

#julian posting #herpetology #lizard #mourning gecko #emerald tree skink #argentine tegu #answered

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flavinbagel · 20 days

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30th June, 1973 - BAC Aérospatiale Concorde 001 F-WTSS as it flies from the Canary Islands to Chad chasing the Path of Totality of a solar eclipse at supersonic speed.

More details about this image under break.

F-WTSS, unit 001, was the first of two prototype models built, and was the first Concorde ever to fly on 2nd March 1969. Though its components differed significantly from those of production Concordes and it never saw commercial service, F-WTSS enjoyed sporadic operation in the early 70s for various high speed and high altitude scientific testing.

One such scientific mission occurred in 1973 during a total solar eclipse over the equatorial Atlantic and Saharan Africa. The airframe was modified to include four portholes in the ceiling, enabling scientists onboard to observe and record the total eclipse, which from the ground would last a crazy long seven minutes. With its cruising speed of 202% the speed of sound (about 1,400mph/2,250kph), the Concorde could happily chase the moon's shadow across the surface of the earth, enabling its occupants to experience an unprecedented 74 minutes of totality.

Additionally, from the jet's crusing altitude of 60,000 ft above sea level, the clarity of the eclipse was unlike any experienced before. Combined with the extended time, this flight provided more scientific data on solar activity than any single solar eclipse could have previously. And here, in this photo, most likely taken through a telescope by Arthur Gibson, such a special event was captured at an absolutely precisely perfect moment, with the mighty jet passing just over the "diamond ring" at the very edge of the totality.

No Concorde has flown since 2003. Unit 001, F-WTSS, now sits in a museum in Bourget, France, still outfitted with its eclipse-viewing portholes. No aircraft flying today has the availability or the onboard space to host a scientific venture while keeping up with an eclipse, as the few fast enough are all military with very small crew spaces and "better" things to do than conduct civillian science. No civilian jet today flies this fast, or this high, and it's not even close. That's why this photo feels so incredibly important to me: not only is it a one-in-a-million snap of a rare event, it's also a great shot of something that will never happen again.

(At least not any time soon.)

Image is as featured in The Smithsonian Book of Flight, Walter J. Boyne, published 1987 by Smithsonian Books, p. 231. Photographed by Arthur Gibson.

#eclipse #solar eclipse #concorde #photo #astronomy #astrophotography #flambles #aviation #science history #supersonic

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cyber-dump-171 · 10 months

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Chapter 13: Pudgy paws

Left for Carnage (Twisted Wonderland x Reader)

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WARNING: mentions of injuries.

Note: Alright, we’re back! If you would like to know why I didn’t post for a very long time, please check my previous post in which I explained what happened. Again, thank you for your support!

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The blue flame dashes towards the end of the hallway and then takes a sharp left, going directly to the study and painting rooms, the hallway shrouding itself in darkness once again as the momentary source of light disappears.

What the hell was that? Fearing it might be a beast and set the house on fire, you throw your things on the floor and proceed to chase after it.

You turn down a few corridors, following the little blue light that disappears at every corner and turn you make. Whatever it is that is running is quite fast and agile, but you know that after a few more turns it will run into a corridor that has a dead end, so you can corner whatever it is running.

You take a few more turns and hear a door swing open before the final corridor. Damn it, it entered the painting room! Immediately after that, you hear a large number of objects fall and a screeching sound leaves the entire hallway in complete silence. Hurrying, you enter the room and see that the blue flame has made a complete mess in the room.

The white curtain that covered the dirty window has fallen from its holdback and something is moving underneath the fabric. Whatever it might be, is kicking as it curses under its breath at the stupid piece of curtain. You reach out carefully and grab the corner of the fabric, taking a deep breath as you prepare to fight whatever is down there. You pull with all your might and the curtain flies off into the corner of the room and you see what was making such a mess.

“You!?" it's that raccoon-cat you found in the forest! What's it doing here? The creature looks at you in surprise but quickly stops and takes a defensive stance white it bares its teeth at you. "Fugya! Stay away human, don't even think of touching the Great Grimm!" ah, right, it called itself by that strange nickname.

Although the little animal tries to put up a façade of being strong and fearless, you notice that it is trembling a little. It is likely that when the curtain fell on him, he got scared and stunned.

"What are you doing here? Everything was locked," the monster slowly blinks, but as he remembers something, his gaze becomes annoyed. "Ugh, that weirdo left me in the living room. He said you'd be back in a few hours and to stay put," Grim comes down from his defensive position and lets out a sigh, as you watch him.

He looks somewhat embarrassed and avoids looking you in the eye as he evades answering the important part of his story. "I don’t think he let you loose inside the house, I assume you escaped from the cage," you know Rook, he wouldn't be foolish enough to let a monster that has flames in its ears run loose all over the place.

It looks like you've got it right, as Grim shrugs his ears and again, avoids looking you in the eye. "The Great Grimm can't be stopped! So I melted the lock!" he says proudly as he stands on two legs and crosses his "arms" with a big grin.

You feel an incoming headache. You let out a sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, well, you'll have to take care of this little menace until you can find a way to put it back where it came from, after all, you promised Rook that when you finished this mission you would take care of the beast.

You look carefully at Grim, who is now back to standing on all four legs. "So, why were you running like crazy down the hallway? You looked scared," the cat seems to be surprised to hear your words, his eyes widening like saucers and his mouth hanging open slightly, revealing a set of pointed teeth.

His embarrassment disappears in seconds, however, as he stands back up on two legs and gives you an angry look. "Not at all! You think the Great Grim would be scared because the house was dark and I was alone!?" he says in a slightly shaky voice but tries to hide it with an assertive tone. You let out a laugh, it's a somewhat detailed excuse that he demands to be taken as the ultimate truth.

You can't help but quietly coo at his adorable puffed cheeks as he crosses his tiny little arms. Oh! And those absolutely squishable paws.

'Ah! He almost looks like a cute plushie,' the initial scare from the blue flame running at full speed down the hallway and the headache from the disaster caused by the tiny menace have completely disappeared as Grim reminds you of the house cats your aunt used to have. "Oi! What're you staring at?" Grim asks confused while you watch him tenderly.

The cat keeps wondering why you're not moving and why the hell your eyes are shining so bright. Did you die? Or maybe you are so overwhelmed by the presence of the Great Grim that you can't say a single word? That's what the monster thinks as he laughs to himself and places his little paw on your thigh to wake you up.

Before you can answer him, you hear something fall behind you. Turning your head, you realize it was that strange painting. You had forgotten to take it off the canvas and put it away with the other sketches. "Don't move," you warn the cat as you stand up and walk over to the slumped sheet that lies on the floor, the canvas faces down on top of it.

With a sigh, you bend down and pick up the unfinished painting, being careful not to scratch or damage the art in front of it. You place it back on the easel, the sketched figure of Guddommelig ulykke stares at you crudely.

You briefly wonder why did your mother even sketch this. It's bizarre, that for a moment you thought someone else had painted this and left the half-finished painting here when your father decided that no one else could set foot inside the house, leaving the lively hallways that once populated the house to fill with dust and cobwebs while your mother's cherished garden rotted and withered over the years.

'Then again she did paint that absolutely terrifying picture of the angler fish that gave me nightmares when I was a kid.'

But something tells you that this was no stranger who painted the picture, it was your mother. Even as you gently brush your fingers across the canvas you can imagine the paint pots surrounding the bench, the sunlight streaming through the window, and in the background, you hear children running up and down the hallway laughing at something.

Your mother picks up the paintbrush and smudges it with green paint, in front of her lies a canvas that has smooth penciled lines dividing it into eight sections. Without wasting any time, she paints each of the sections with different colors and when she is done, she gets up and leaves the room, leaving the paint behind.

However, your thoughts are interrupted when you hear footsteps approaching the room. You turn around to face the door and see Epel approaching with his eyes closed. "Hey (Y/N), dinner's ready. I made some- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

Shit.

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After calming the lilac-haired boy and catching Grim before he could run out of the room, you explain to Epel everything that happened and how such a strange creature ended up inside the house. Despite the apple boy's insistence that he doesn't mind a cat on fire roaming the halls of the house, you get a great deal of doubt when you notice that Epel keeps glancing sideways at the creature.

"Are you sure it doesn't bother you? I'll take care of Grim anyway, but you don't seem very convinced," you ask him somewhat worriedly as you tie a black and white lined bow around Grim's neck. The cat sits on all fours on top of the kitchen counter, his nose inhaling the smells of the dinner that was just cooked as he mumbles that he's hungry.

"A little. I just don't want him to set the house on fire," hearing that response, Grim's ears perk up and his face turns angry. "Oi! I wouldn't do that! The Great Grim knows how to control his magnificent power," you can’t help but let out a small chuckle as you remind yourself that the creature set fire to the sleeping tent out of sheer desperation. "What are you laughing at, henchman!?"

Henchman?

“Excuse me, what did you just call me?” the cat turns its body to look at you and with a mocking smile, stands on two legs to try to level itself towards your face. "That you are my servant. Look! You've even dressed me," the creature turns to show off the bow tie. It seems that the fear you saw in the paint room has completely vanished.

You don't feel like fighting against his bizarre claim. You let out a sigh and turn to Epel, a tired look decorating your face. "We don't have much time, tomorrow we'll have to go somewhere else as per Draconia's instructions. Let's have dinner and I'll go drop Grim off at the Institute of Beast Study," at the mention of his name, the cat stops his ears and turns quickly, lowering himself to all four paws. "Ah!? Where are you going to dump me!?"

"I'm not going to dump you! It is illegal to keep an assimilation beast without a permit given by the Institute. Besides, I don't recognize what breed you are and I'm not going to leave you locked up in the house for days or weeks," you say as you head toward the cabinet to take out some plates and glasses. The creature follows you, jumping from the cabinet to the dining table.

"The Great Grim can take care of himself! The 'great' is in my name for a reason!" the creature shouts, trying to maintain its magnanimous appearance. However, you can tell that its tone sounds desperate and although it tries to hold its ground, you notice that its little paws are shaking a bit.

“The people at the Institute are not going to hurt you, they're just going to examine you and take care of you while I’m gone. Either way, I cannot afford to make any more mistakes after the last time”, you mutter the last sentence in hopes that the creature doesn’t hear your laments. Thankfully, the creature doesn’t appear to have heard you.

The discussion is interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. You take the opportunity to leave the room and ignore the exaggerated demands of the little creature. As adorable as it is, you're not crazy enough to let it wander the corridors of the old house while you're off solving problems elsewhere.

Arriving at the front door, you wipe your trousers and fix your hair as quickly as possible, an action you now do unconsciously after Dorothea scolded you for greeting guests with a few flyaway hairs on your head. You looked fine and there was nothing wrong with your appearance, but the insults that fell from your stepmother's rotten mouth have scarred you for life.

You open the doors of the mansion and the cold air from outside enters the house, which is only tepidly heated. Lately, the place has been getting colder and colder as the days go by, and it is most noticeable at night when the wind blows hard, shaking the trees and blowing a lot of leaves and branches to the ground.

But its effects are most evident on the poor boy standing outside your door. Half of his face is hidden behind a black scarf, and the tips of his pointed ears are slightly red because of the cold.

When he notices your presence, Sebek stands up straight and his eyes, which resemble those of a crocodile, widen like saucers, though he quickly fixes his appearance.

"Good evening, I apologize for my late arrival!" he shouts in a loud voice. His tone reminds you of a general commanding his soldiers. You step aside to invite him into your home, and he quickly enters, removing his scarf as you close the wooden doors.

"Don't worry about being late. Lord Malleus informed me that you would be coming to give me information on the next mission," at the mention of the Prince of Briar Valley, the boy turns and nods enthusiastically, an aura of pride emanating from his body. You notice that he no longer seems to regard you with such hostility.

Without another word, you begin to lead him toward the living room to discuss the details of your next mission. You try to offer him something to drink, but Sebek flatly refuses, saying that he doesn't have much time to stay here and must return to Briar Valley.

Once you are both seated in opposite armchairs, the door to the room opens, and in comes Epel, holding a small tray with some glasses of water. He gently places it on top of the table as Sebeks takes out various documents from his bag.

The lilac-haired boy takes a seat right next to you and extends a hand towards the green-haired, who stares back at him a bit surprised. “Good day! I’m Epel Felmier, Mx. (Y/N) assistant. It’s a pleasure to meet ya!” he excitedly says. Sebeks seems to snap out of his trance and takes Epel’s hand, slightly shaking it as he introduces himself back. Afterward, the green-haired clears his throat and begins to speak.

"As you know, your mission will take place in the Sunset Savannah. Recently, there have been several reports of players who were supposed to participate in the Spelldrive Tournament being injured," Sebek hands you several documents with the faces of the players, the teams they were on, and the circumstances of their injuries.

At first glance, most of the wounds are the result of falling down stairs or tripping during practice, but the one that stands out the most is a recent one which details the fall of one of the players from the second-floor balcony of a hotel they were staying in.

"He ended up with his right arm broken, a concussion, a broken nose, and a sprained ankle. Goodness, how did he survive?" you mutter to yourself, your eyebrows furrowed as you continue to read the documents. There is another piece of information that also catches your attention.

You raise your face to meet Sebek, who sits still with his arms crossed. "Most of these players were chosen by King Falena to be part of his special team," the green-haired man smiles at you, satisfied with your answer.

"You have a good eye, Mx. (Y/N). After receiving these reports directly from the queen of the Sunset Savannah, we have a theory that this series of injuries were caused intentionally and is some kind of threat against the king," the knight points to one of the lines on the document. "Do you see another similarity?

"Yes, all but two of the documents mention the presence of a mysterious figure at the scene of the crime. The most recent was the one Lord Malleus told me about, that one of the palace maids saw the figure slip away early in the morning," you reply, your head full of questions.

Strange, what is the point of hurting these people? It seems like a bizarre kind of threat and at first glance, it can be interpreted as some type of revenge executed on a specific player or group of people. You think that if they truly want to threaten Falena, they would’ve had a more direct approach, rather than injuring various players who are most likely innocent.

Also, the Spelldrive Tournament is no big deal. Yes, it is presented to the public as an opportunity for teams from different nations to come together in friendly competition and win a trophy through the teamwork of the players, but that's it. It's no coronation ceremony or a royal baby announcement, just a competition.

...Hang on, something just popped into your head! It could be that this is exactly what the perpetrator wants. To downgrade the situation as much as possible and to not be taken seriously by anyone, because this is the Spelldrive Tournament, an event that most people consider to be a day of entertainment.

"It is possible that this is an intimidation tactic against the king. As you said, a kind of threat, quietly telling him that whoever is doing this damage may do more vile things in the future," you comment on your theory. "It may be that this is the beginning of a series of actions intended to sabotage Falena's place as king."

The details will certainly need to be refined as time goes on and you gather more information, but it is a solid theory with which to begin this investigation. Somewhat far-fetched, but it does work and it fits inside the realm of possibilities.

"Exactly, after what happened at Rosehearts Manor and Miss Meiji's testimony, we shouldn't take such a situation lightly," Sebek adds, and Epel sits up straighter as if something has occurred to him. "Could it be that this sabotage is being done by the cult?" the lilac-haired boy asks.

"It’s a possibility, however, we still can't point fingers and accuse someone without sufficient evidence," the knight's intense green eyes focus on his figure. "This is where you come in.

Sebek buries his hands in his bag and pulls out a rather elegant invitation and hands it to you. "As Lord Malleus told you, you will be going to the event not undercover but as yourself, who is part of a noble family. Your objective is to discover who is behind these attacks and what their intentions are."

You gently take the invitation and look at it more closely, your name embedded elegantly in the small cream-colored envelope.

It's been too long since you last attended one of these events, your family stopped attending formal events after your mother died and they started denying invitations to parties when your father married Dorothea.

Your hands suddenly feel cold when you start to overpress everything: your manners, how to start conversations, what is the correct outfit to wear on these types of invitations, and many other things.

However, your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Epel's hand rest on top of yours. It seems like he knew you were nervous and was attempting to calm you down. "You said that we would be working with two newbies, who are they?" the boy asks.

"Oh, that's right. Forgive me, I almost forgot. You will be accompanied by Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade."

…What!?

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aquilathefighter · 1 year

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Fluffbruary 6: Butterfly

Find all my @fluffbruary ficlets on AO3 here!

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Dream and Hob are lounging in Fiddler’s Green, enjoying a picnic. Wine from the 18th century, the finest cheeses and meats, and a blackberry pie that Hob’s mother made as a treat all lay between the pair. Hob pours another glass of wine for each of them and sighs.

“Fiddler’s Green is so beautiful; you’ll have to give him my highest compliments.”

Dream quirks his lips. “I will let him know.”

“But you know what would make this place even more special? A butterfly garden,” Hob waves his hands excitedly, wine threatening to escape the glass. “Just picture it: all sorts of exotic plants from all over and some that don’t even exist! Filled with butterflies real and imaginary alike,” Hob grins. “Besides,” he nudges Dream’s shoulder, “it’d be romantic.”

Dream gives him a tired, but still besotted glance.

“Anything for you, my beloved.” Dream stands, walking a little ways away before drawing up his hands. He works quickly but with unmatched precision. Within minutes (or so it feels in the Dreaming, time passes differently), a butterfly garden stands just meters beside their picnic blanket.

Hob sucks in a breath, taken aback by the riot of color in front of him. He takes in the pinks and blues of the hyacinths, the almost-neon orange milkweed, and the purple of plants he’s certain don’t exist anywhere but here. Butterflies flock to the patch of flowers, their colors just as shocking as the plants they now feed on. Hob notices a blue morpho, its cerulean wings shining in the bright sun of Fiddler’s Green. Coming up underneath it flies a Goliath birdwing, dwarfing the morpho with its yellow-green and black patterns. Then, he notices a butterfly that encapsulates every color of the rainbow and probably colors that don’t exist.

Hob shoots to his feet, running over to meet Dream at the edge of the flower patch. He wraps his boyfriend in his arms reaching up to kiss him eagerly.

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Hob leans in to meet Dream’s lips again, open mouthed and wanting. Dream accepts his invitation almost immediately, dragging his tongue over Hob’s lips until Hob whines and flicks his tongue out to meet Dream’s. Failing to resist Hob’s demands, Dream acquiesces, delving deeper into Hob’s mouth and entangling their tongues together. Hob’s hands rove over Dream’s body, clinging like a drowning man to a life preserver. He presses closer yet, like he’ll die if the two of them aren’t fused into one. Dream squeezes Hob tighter, continuing to kiss him deeply and slowly. Eventually, Hob pulls back, panting although there is no need to breathe in the Dreaming. He presses their foreheads together.

“How lucky am I that the King of Dreams listens to my silly whims? Seriously, I can’t quite believe this is real yet.” He flushes even deeper, if it were possible. Hob removes one of his hands from its place on Dream’s waist to push his hair back. He glances away, suddenly apprehensive.

“I love you. I know it’s crazy—we’ve barely even begun to date after six cent—” Hob’s babbling is cut off by Dream kissing him tenderly.

“As I love you. Please do not worry, Hob. I warned you when we began that I fall in love hard and fast. I have been waiting to tell you… Matthew said I should wait as to ‘not come on too strong,’ was his phrasing.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m just as bad as you,” Hob winks. “Now back to showing you just how much I do love you.” His hand returns to its place on Dream’s waist as he moves to meet his lips.

The pie goes uneaten.

#fluffbruary #my fic #dreamling #dream x hob #sometimes working at a garden center as a teen pays off for writing silly indulgent fanfic #aquila writes

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zonecode · 3 months

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@emptyzone Woe.

She's here and gone like a flash of greased lightning.

Ah, there was nothing like a little bit of wanton destruction to get an overactive mind off of troubling thoughts spiraling out of control. As the crash of thunder rolled through the city, crashes of cars being flipped onto their heads would blare with horns of pointless alarms. Trust and believe, it was hard to miss the green blaze of devastation wrecking everything that did or did not cross its line of fire.

Hanging streetlights were forced to blare at their brightest as a jumping arc of electricity made contact and infected its newest target. Glass-shattering, shock-inducing. Both by the most literal of terms, and by the scattering crowd jumping out of the lime-green locomotive's way to not get bowled over. GANGWAY! COMIN' THROUGH! Pfft, as if a warning was given to any of these nobodies.

Zap a tree and get a good fire started, or just twirl around in a circle and create a vortex of air to collect the stray citizen not fast enough to run inside and hide. Watch'em scream and suffer as their worlds are taken for a whirl, only to cut the spin cycle short and let momentum to the rest of the work. This way and that, the people popped like buttered kernels! Where they landed? Nobody cared~!

No, it's only as some secondary rumble demanded that a conscious busy cackling to itself crystallize on the world around her. Uh... were the aftershocks of her city-wide tour already starting to drum up? She was almost certain that one wasn't her. A mess of the place had already been made, but that earthen grumble seemed... greater. Something far larger, something like...

Something like an entire building falling toward her person, a shadow drenching the tenrec in overhanging shade.

...Okay! Guess it was time to juice it! Yellow streaks are told to double-time it, she wasn't getting hit with another building if she could help it. She's durable, (DURABLE ain't the word, she's damn near INVINCIBLE) but it still hurts like hell to have one of those fall on you. Bricks and stones are dodged like raindrops from an overhead storm, a surge of lightning tears by the side to zig-zag a dexterous sprint up an abandoned building its fallen brother was seconds away from collapsing into.

Ride that momentum until it sputtered and died, then punch it in the side and tell it to keep going. Faster, FASTER. It's a vertical climb as the road beneath the tenrec's fleeting feet is reduced to dust and destroyed concrete behind her. Higher, straight to the top! Windows are one-use stepping stones that shatter slower than the treads on her shoes can leave them, a cacophonous chorus of urban debris singing out in pain as the burst of light reaches its zenith.

She jumps, her side of the building road running out of track, the complex's roof reached. Lightning strikes upward, only for its bolt to fling in an upside-down pendulum's swing. She arcs, it's like the bridge of a rainbow bounding from one building to another. One final crash beneath as an ivory surge flies above the ocean of demolition.

She lands. A finger pointed at the only person crazy enough to be standing so close to a building just demolished. If there's anyone to cast this new gout of rage onto, it oughta be her.

"YOU DAMN NEAR DROPPED A BUILDING ON ME! Forget you causin' more of a ruckus than me in this deadbeat, run-down, hole-in-the-wall city, we'll get to THAT after I'm done BEATIN' ON YOU. Howza'bout I throw you through a couple building's more as a little bit'a PUNISHMENT." You're dead meat, girlie.

#(SURGE || IC.)#emptyzone #((I TOLD YOU I'D SHOOT. BUT YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME. WHYYYY DIDN'T YOU BELIEVE ME))

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bonefall · 1 year

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Creation Myth; Afterlives

I wonder how humans fit in with your rewrite's mythology with the four gods and stuff, like there is this whole other sapient species running around, how much does someone like Midnight have to do with them? Do they have a known afterlife?

@halogenwarrior

I have a rough draft, but I haven't committed to it yet because I go back and forth on how powerful the Gods of the Seasons (Sharptooth, Sol, Midnight, and Rock for the newcomers) should be.

But here's my thoughts,

The Origin Story

Midnight scoured the island from the sea and crafted the mountains, the hills, the forests, and for each predator, she created a partner. The fox and the badger hunt the rabbits above and below the ground. The wolf chases the sheep and the twoleg is there to catch it. The owl flies by night and the hawk flies by day.

But when she came to the cat, it was too perfect to pair. She could create no equal-- it was her finest work.

So she gave them a special task; to appreciate the world for what it is, to rest and to sample all the pleasures of creation. It's why cats are so hedonistic and think they're so perfect.

But Sol was BORED. There was harmony and nothing ever went wrong, it was too easy. So he gathered up the twolegs and the dogs and taught them about games, and the silly, arbitrary rules that come with them.

They had so much fun they made more and more rules, more and more games, until they couldn't tell their rules from their reality. It's why twolegs seem so crazy, and why dogs don't know how to stop playing.

Midnight was MORTIFIED. He RUINED her hard work with silly lies like money, and politics, and not-England! But worse... there was joy in these new concepts. Cats did the task they were assigned to do and they sampled the pleasures of creation. Midnight has never forgiven her brother Sol for what he's done.

Cats are on the same level as humans-but-not-quite. They have the capacity they need to enjoy the world to its fullest, whatever happens to be IN the world at the time.

So... other answers;

Do humans have an afterlife?

I think all the animals do, but I'm not sure how it works for them since Warriors is about the cats. At the very least, dogs and humans are able to become ghosts.

I go back and forth on how powerful I want the gods to be and how their shifting power works. @troutfur gave me a suggestion a while back about the idea that there is a 'veil' that shifts, and whichever god is in control during that shift has more power than its siblings.

But I do also know that I want gods to be able to easily conjure up "pocket dimensions". Like the Dark Forest, which Sharptooth created while he was One-eye.

Additionally, the human afterlife isn't nearly as powerful as the cat one. That's a given I'm working with. StarClan can make trees grow fast, chase clouds, and make new spirits... but wherever they go, humans don't get to do that.

How much do the four gods interact with humans?

As a result of the story being focused on cats, there has to be some reason why they don't care much about them, right?

The simplest and funniest reason I can imagine is that they just don't like them. They just like cats more. Or, in One-eye's case, he got roped into a bloodfeud with this specific group of cats and he won't just give up because his pride is wounded.

Sol probably plays with humans a lot, but when he met Harry it was just. Magic.

I also go back and forth on how powerful these four really are, if they're truly CREATION GODS or just demigods, like Hercules. If it's just these four, or if there's more beyond this particular landmass.

In any case it's beyond the scope of my rewrite, lmao.

#Bonefall Rewrite #Harry #Sol #Midnight #Sharptooth #Rock

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