#It Is Known

[lutraslutra]

Pretty much since the first time I noticed the statue, I have been laughing at how it got there (miracles aside, don't be a party pooper)

I had scribbled on my sketch book "statue tied to the Bentley" a while back... So it was time to draw it out of my brain.

Have a chuckle with me

I am now also happy to say, that enough people have agreed with me in Insta, Bluesky and FB that this is now officially headcanon 😆😆😆😆

[justagalwhowrites]

Things Kit’s Husband Says - Part 527

I know I just did one of these the other day but I’m sorry I had to.

Me: BIG STUFF happening in my fic right now. HUGE.

Husband: big stuff, huh? Big like Joel is getting the girl, eh?

Me: …I mean I’m not writing smut at the moment but…

Husband: OK because I did mean big like his dick.

Me: I figured.

Husband: Because I know how you’ve described it and it’s apparently like a Nalgene bottle down there.

Me: LOOK

Husband: Girthy. Just a whole quart of dick.

[nulnoildrinker]

Balerion the Black Dread, the conqueror, the oldest and largest known dragon, the living breathing symbol for Targaryen power and protector of their house; is an interesting topic.

Born in Old Valyria, one of five to survive the fall, and the last to remember it. He unmade and forged kingdoms and castles, conquered lands and killed countless people and a few dragons.He was ridden by the Conqueror and the Cruel, traveled to the ruins of Valyria, and became the first occupant of the Dragonpit.

He watched and participated as the dynasty he placed on the throne prospered and ushered in a new era of peace, while his bones ached and wings grew heavy.

And of course, after centuries of life and adventures he went: "Yeah, I'll accept that Party dad over there as my rider, what could go wrong?" And then he passed away less than a year later from an acute case of foreshadowing.

[s2e11playthings]

spn was dietogetherbaiting

[laguzmage]

I really like how people playing Armored Core 6 across all nations and cultures have decided on a few constants for character interpretations

"Cinder" Carla has a ponytail and glasses

G1 Michigan is huge

if ALLMIND had a physical body she would be an office lady with a bobcut and at least one mole on her face

[kneelingshadowsalome]

due to the existence of statistical anomalies and the wonderful varied nature of the human reproductive organs I think there has to be a girl who can take König whole and have him bottom out for the first time, and I firmly believe he would take that as a clear sign that they are soulmates and that they are literally made for each other

Yes yes you get it! This is him 😭

Imagine König arriving home (yes it's his home from now on), like completely, fully home: balls pressed flush against this gorgeous woman, his whole length snug inside her. Es ist unerhört... Never happened before.

He's blinking and staring at her, his brain short circuiting as he comes to the instant conclusion that they must belong together, she and him. This is meant to be. She's what he's been looking for his whole life.

...meanwhile you're just like What's going on...? Why did he stop? Oh god... Did he cum already? Fuck, not this again...

[greenbloods]

in my own better version of asoiaf which is exactly the same except the lhazareen have coffee. they trade the beans with the qartheen (hasnt caught on yet in meereen) and they drink theirs as a dark bitter concoction mixed with herbal roots more like a medicine. the qartheen on the other hands are coffee FIENDS they amp that shit up with sweet and spices. xaro xhoan daxos is a starbucks girl and has four cups of honeyed nutmeg latte you just dont know because dany doesnt understand what coffee is.

[kopfkino-o]

Elain: "I belong to the Night Court. It is my home. I have friends and my family there. I have found purpose in helping elderly citizens of Velaris restore their gardens. I want to help this court however I can, even if it means reacquainting myself with my old powers. I glow in good health while in Velaris. I’m happy and finding my own voice for the first time in my life here”

Some of y'all, out here acting silly: “Cassian thinks you look bad in black so... sorry, hon! Heard the Spring Court has flowers though!"

[starkmartell]

Tbh, doesn’t matter who Rook ends up with. Spite, Manfred and Assan all become honorary siblings/uncles/babysitters to future baby Rooks.

[astronautmike-dexter]

Make it Up Monday

I forgot to post WIP Wednesday bc I was having a menty b, so pls check out my Make it Up Monday offering

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The front door of his house swings open, and a woman with dyed blue hair, dark roots just growing out, powers through it towards the taxi that has just pulled up.

A strange pang hits her heart at the sight. It should be a nothing moment, just a stranger leaving another stranger's house, but Bulma knows that what she is feeling right now is disappointment once more. Fucking disappointment. And why? Because he's still fucking other women? Because he's done what she asked and closed up his house? And now she's just not privy to his exploits?

And there he is.

He's hovering in the open doorway, watching as the taxi drives away. Clad in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, he leans against the door frame and crosses his arms, still gazing out at the world.

It's funny, if Bulma considers him carefully, she would almost say he looked embarrassed, almost apologetic, certainly not looking like a man that had his world rocked by the leggy twenty-something that just left his place.

[asurrogateblog]

the scary part of echoes takes place on the same beach as opel.

[mythserene]

The Emperor Has No Clothes Episode

This really has been an impressive body of work. Who is going to be brave enough to ask Lewisohn what he thinks about all the questions that have been raised? Some podcaster will do it and be considered a hero ten years hence. Because AKOM motherfucking buried that man in this series. And I get the feeling Mark Lewisohn will just try to pretend he's not limping from the hole that just got blown through his credibility for as long as we let him. But there are cracks in the dam, mark my words. Beatledom is polite. But Beatledom is also thoughtful and introspective. Fair-minded.

And therefore there are cracks in Mark Lewisohn's pedestal.

In this one episode you can see the whole picture. The mask is ripped off early and the rest is just listening with your mouth open and trying not to say “no fucking way” aloud when you're walking past your downstairs neighbor because she wouldn't understand.

[1zashreena1]

Got these today

And knew immediately what needed to be done

tiny doritos: superior

[oldxenomorph]

(a lot of this was inspired by this celestial fabric facehugger i saw) i'm always thinking about the daughters of night and extinction, the xenomorphs born with nyx's characteristics.

the current xenomorphs born with nyx's coloration (deep ultraviolet or a black-violet) were shaped by the emperor because she wanted daughters that looked like nyx. very much in the same way nyx shaped nemesis to have some of the emperor's physical characteristics.

as explored earlier, nyx wants daughters with the emperor, be they the princes of entropy or xenomorphs. she is probably happiest when she is with the xenomorphs; holding onto the smaller ones and mothering them, letting the drones lounge next to her or curl around her, or going down into the depths of the ziggurat to see the ovomorphs and the queens. she has an attachment to the xenomorphs with her coloration. her happiness with daughters is the reason why she calls nemesis her and the emperor's "first daughter."

the purest expression of nyx's love for the emperor is when she completely integrates her glittering black ichor into the emperor's black tar, resulting in new xenomorphs. the emperor presenting nyx with a black and violet imperial ovomorph, the first new queen to be born in ages, the first of their daughters together. nyx spends months with the ovomorph as the embryo and incubator inside it develops, infusing it with her darkness, her stars, and her love.

(the rachni queen and her hive that helps the xenomorph queens comes over to nyx to sing her old rachni songs. the kind of songs their grandmothers used to sing when they were developing in their eggs. rachni workers coming up to her and gently touching her with their antennae and feelers. they've never been this close to the night incarnate before. her song reminds them of home.)

nyx spends a long time searching for the right host, going over all of the candidates the xenomorphs bring forth. the emperor enjoys watching nyx fuss over the perfect host for their first daughter together. and when nyx finally finds the right host, they are brought to the ziggurat, and nyx personally watch over the process. she watches as the ovomorph is placed before the host and it opens up to reveal an imperial facehugger that has stars within it, stars and nyx's darkness. black and violet with gold accents. when it attaches to its host and begins the implantation process, other xenomorphs gather around, curious about her, but also there to protect her.

(when the facehugger has done its duty and detaches, the xenomorphs look after the host, feeding them, ensuring that their newest sister receives all the nutrients she needs as she grows within the host's chest. they present to nyx the imerial facehugger, the goddess gently holding it before giving it to one of the machine-sisters so it can be preserved.)

nyx watches the new imperial xenomorph queen being born, breaking through the host's chest, her little body squeezing and emerging from the cavity it made. she is bigger than her sisters at this stage, not unlike the red xenomorph when she was born. she is beautiful: she is black and violet, in her elongated head are nyx's stars, constellations, and galaxies. she contains a the ultra deep field. nyx wraps her up in a towel to wipe off the blood and gore, and to hold her in her arms, to bless her with a kiss.

the newborn queen immediately calls nyx mother in the xenomorph's's unique r'lyehian dialect, clings to her, wraps her golden tipped tail around her arm, soothed and calmed by nyx's songs, her soft humming. everyone in the ziggurat wants to see the new child. when nyx hands her to the emperor, the newborn queen immediately presses her little face against the great entity's cheeks, calls her mother, clings to her, presses herself against her chest as she is cradled by her.

(the queens are curious about their newest sister. they watch her, they study her. the newborn queen looks up at them, reaches for them with little primordial galaxies in her palms, under her chitinous exterior. she already has a resin throne, empty and waiting for her for when she is old enough.)

the original queens were given the ancient names of seven female prophets. the emperor lets nyx chose the name of this new queen, their daughter, the eighth queen. nyx has thought about this for a long time, what their first daughter's name will be. she names the newborn queen nycteïs, "daughter of night."

nyx is especially protective of her. she is always in her arms, cradling her. she is always nearby as she watches the older xenomorphs teach her all the things she must know: how to hunt, how to kill, how to protect, how to love. when it is time for her to mature into her drone-shape, nyx is there and watches as she forms her cocoon and grows within. the cocoon is beautiful, black and gold, nyx's violet darkness swarming within it. when she emerges, is birthed again, both nyx and the emperor are there to receive her. nyx wraps her arms around her new daughter's drone-shape, holding her tightly. she is so beautiful and perfect. nyx hears her speak, the r'lyehian blooming in her mind: i am here. i love you, o mother night, o mother mine.

she is always by nyx's side, even in the house of hades as nyx resumes her shifts. her presence terrifies and unsettles most of the residents, especially the shades. (nemesis already met her since she's now a machine-goddess and no longer part of the unseen. she loves her new sister.) persephone is the first to greet her. charon, thanatos, hypnos, and moros (representing himself and the fates) also arrive to meet her. unfortunately, nycteïs does not care that much about them. (except for nemesis, she recognizes her as nyx and the emperor's daughter and loves her as the rest of her sisters do.) she just barely acknowledges their presence as she places her head in nyx's lap and goes to sleep. she does acknowledge selene, is fascinated by her silver glow as the moon incarnate.

nyx is a little sad when she finally grows into her queen-shape and takes her place next to her older sisters, where she will spend eternity producing more sisters. but every time she detaches from her ovipositor, she always goes to nyx, curls around her, places her great head in the primordial goddess's lap. she is unspeakably, breathtakingly beautiful: in her crest in the ultra deep field, her black-violet body full of stars, full of nyx's darkness, every sharp point tipped in gold, every ridge of her biomechanical shape outlined in gold. the perfect daughter of night and extinction.

nyx loves all the xenomorphs from nycteïs clutch. the little ones love to hide themselves in nyx's dress, they always want to be with her. each of them born with characteristics of nyx and the emperor: full of stars, full of darkness, each of them a perfect reflection of extinction. even the facehuggers want to be with nyx; they'll hold her hand, they'll blend into her dress. soon there are two more queens, isis and nepthys, and from their clutches are more daughters. they love to gather around nyx, they love being in her presence. just like the emperor, nyx will summon her tentacles of stars and darkness to hold all of her daughters, giving each of them blessings.

(they also love being with the emperor and the rest of their sisters. they were made with so much love, so she and nyx can have daughters in this universe and every universe, for eternity.)

[sweetonsugden]

I’ve seen several people say this.