#Simon Green

[gebo4482]

Alien: Romulus by Simon Green

[judgeitbyitscover]

Forest Kingdom series by Simon R. Green

Blue Moon Rising (1991), Blood and Honour (1992), & Down Among the Dead Men (1993)

Cover art by David Farren

Gollancz, 1991-1993

Blue Moon Rising (1991)

Rupert didn't especially want to be a prince. And he certainly never asked to be the second son of a royal line that really didn't need a spare. So he was sent out to slay a dragon and prove himself-a quest straight out of legend. But he also discovered the kinds of things legends tend to leave out, as well as the usual demons, goblins, the dreaded Night Witch-and even worse terrors hidden in the shadows of Darkwood.

Rupert did find a fiery dragon-and a beautiful princess to rescue. But the dragon turned out to be a better friend than anyone back at the castle, and with the evil of Darkwood spreading, Rupert was going to need all the friends he could get.

Blood and Honour (1992)

Jordan had always prided himself on his acting abilities, but now he faced the challenge of his career. Magicked into looking exactly like Prince Viktor, middle son of the recently assassinated King Malcolm, Jordan had been hired to pretend to be the prince as a war of succession raged at Castle Midnight. With both Viktor's elder brother, Lewis, and his younger brother, Dominic, only too eager to dispatch their middle sibling, thereby increasing their own chances to gain the crown, Jordan soon found himself hard pressed to survive. And in a castle where the winds of Unreality might at any moment sweep down upon the unsuspecting, leaving behind little that was recognizably human, Jordan could only hope for a very short run in the role of prince and a quick escape from the kingdom with the fortune promised him for a successful job.

But fate--or perhaps a magical conspiracy--was about to rewrite the script for everyone at Castle Midnight, and only time would tell who would live to claim the throne and who would rule among the legions of the dead...

Down Among the Dead Men (1993)

"Ten years have passed since the Demon War. The Forest's scars are slowly healing, the Darkwood is still and silent, and few demons ever venture out of the endless night. But in a clearing not far from the Darkwood boundary, in a darkness where a sun has never risen and a moon has never shone, an ancient evil stirs in its sleep and dreams foul dreams."

And with those words, New York Times bestselling author Simon R. Green begins the third of his Forest Kingdom novels, a classic sword-and-sorcery quest of four Rangers, three outlaws, and one Infernal Device that could reawaken a Beast that's best left sleeping. Travel along with Duncan MacNeil, the witch Constance, Jessica Flint and Giles Dancer as they -- and their buried secrets -- go down among the dead men on the adventure of a lifetime.

[mitjalovse]

Bonobo slowly achieved the point that guided him towards an acceptance of his subtle electronic idiom. Days To Come might be the record, where many understood him, though he still wasn't there yet. Then again, the context of the scene gave him an assistance here. The label he was on – Ninja Tunes – and a lot of others had a boom of electronica that continued with the ethos of the 90's electronica like Bonobo, though they moved beyond the latter's rigidity. Mind you, I'm not claiming the electronica from that decade was always like that. No, what I suggest here is that many members of the 90's electronica became heavily formal later on, whereas Bonobo and his peers presented to them how they missed their own points.

[shotmrmiller]

sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

[savanir]

A sister's love

The justice league hurriedly responds to a call for backup at a little in the middle of nowhere place by the name of Amity Park. 

The situation had seemed so simple. 

A Star Sapphire had suddenly shown up on Earth which isn’t immediately cause for concern but she was unidentified, so a lantern was definitely going to have to look into it if only just to make sure that nothing bad was going on. There are two planet side green lanterns, Simon and Jessica. So they responded to handle the potential situation. 

Things rapidly spun out of control when they realized it wasn't just a Star Sapphire. 

"I hate to say this but we're gonna need backup" Simon tells Cyborg, "the Star Sapphire has brought something with her. My first guess was a white martian but..." The other one can do some manner of density shifting, and he can go invisible, but they know ways around that. Whatever this one is doing isn’t that though.

"Why isn't this working!?!" Comes Jessica's slightly panicked voice in the distance, "he keeps just going through my creations! dammit, think think Jess" She tried to contain him with a flamethrower construct but he just ignored it, like he’s seemingly ignoring everything else she’s throwing at him.

"Our constructs have zero effect on the other one, the alien, meta? man I don’t know he’s human shaped" 

"What is the situation other than the two hostiles?"

"Uh we got some government agents who are retreating because of the Star Sapphire wrecking their stuff. And the civilian people here seem to be falling under her influence, so she must be human. She's from here, she needs emotional connection to pull that stuff off."

The people are furious, the violet glow around them clearly indicates that the girl is using her ring to amp them up but if Simon didn’t know any better he’d say this was red lantern stuff.

Well there are more ways to whip people up into a frenzy, by hurting their loved ones for example.

There is a brief moment where it can be heard that Simon and Jessica try to get into a more advantageous position. 

Simon grunts, "dammit, those agents seemed to have weapons that actually worked on the other guy but the Star Sapphire used her violet constructs to shield him and destroy their guns and we've been struggling since" this whole situation stinks, he has a weird feeling about all of it.

"Simon this is really really bad, i can't keep restraining all these civilians, we're running out of energy fast!"

Cyborg tries to get a visual on the situation from his position in the Watchtower while he’s notifying any league affiliated heroes who are nearby and available. 

But all of a sudden he realizes there is just nothing, just a big lap of void where the two lanterns are supposed to be, there is no cctv footage, no cell towers, no internet connection. Just what the hell is going on here.

Then the audio transmission starts to violently crackle.

A new voice laced with static can suddenly be heard, "There you two are"

"Shit"

"Is the justice league coming yet? Are they finally going to do something?" the staticy voice continues.

"Stay back you-"

"Or maybe they still need more of a reason to act" 

The audio cuts out. 

"Jessica! Simon! Come in!" ... "Shit!" 

Cyborg finally gets a clear picture with the satellite cameras and now sees the entirety of Amity Park has been covered with a crystalized violet dome. It’s then that he remembers the story Hal told quite some time ago now about a Star Sapphire who managed to put a whole planet into love stasis.

They are gonna need more help with this one he thinks.

Meanwhile Jazz is still shakily trying to figure out how her new pink powers work, now that all the fighting is over (for now), the GIW forcefully expelled from Amity, and the two Justice league people captured and restrained.

Everything happened so fast, one moment the GIW had knocked out her brother and were forcefully taking him away and while she saw them drive off (she was pretty sure she was screaming) a pink thing just froze her in place, She was pretty sure someone said something about “great love in her heart” and then she was… well she was flying and- and there wasn’t really any time to question things then so she may have kinda gone and ripped into the van that had Danny.

She’s pretty sure she healed him, and then things just completely spiraled out of control from that point on. and now she’s here.

She’s pretty sure this is crazy villain behavior, she’s going to get put on some sort of watchlist and then she’ll never get to be a psychologist but it’s fine.

Her little brother is safe, that’s all that matters. And she will keep it that way.

[shprimpstersthesecond]

hehehe!!1!1!1 hello sprunki fandom!!

shows my redesigns of the colorful sprunki!1!1!

id also post the other half but I CANT DECIDE WHAT TO ADD FOR CLUKR AND IM FREEKING OWT!1!1!1

[gomzdrawfr]

🎃happy thanksgiving🦃

reblogs are appreciated!

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[very-straight-blog]

This show is a comedy, I swear.

[yooo-lets-go]

Blade Runner 2049 ghostsoap anyone?

[bbygirl-aemond]

was a bit confused as to why houses bracken and blackwood got so much screen time at the beginning of this episode but the harrenhal scenes make it clear: they are being used as a stand-in for the two sides of house targaryen during the dance. they've hated each other for so long and were chomping at the bit to spill blood once more. when daemon asks why they hate each other, he gets only that "the answer to that is lost in time." as ser simon says: "sin begets sin begets sin." history does not truly remember nor care who started the feud between the two houses; just as history will not truly remember or care who started the dance of dragons. as rhaenys said, some will blame jaehaerys's death, some will blame luke's, some will blame the loss of aemond's eye, and none will care in the wake of the destruction that is wrought- not even the surviving members of house targaryen. at best, one side achieves a pyrrhic victory; at worst, the infighting never ceases.

[stcoyotell]

Green Lanterns

[wwprice1]

Another 10 covers for November that kick ass!

[edmcmayonnaise]

@painlandweek Day 7 - Red Thread of Fate You will always be my greatest adventure.

[mitjalovse]

Bonobo's career is something of an intriguing collection of a variety of paths that lead towards the same garden as one can assume from my discussions on his discography in these posts. Therefore, Migration sort of stayed within the lane of The North Borders, but the personal issues intervened in his world, which resulted in a much darker album. Of course, this does not suggest a bleak LP – Mr. Green still thinks of the venues that could play the tunes here –, though something appears to be different. There's a certain hesitation present, which does – to be honest – suit his idiom well, because the statement shows another facet of him. Then again, many of his peers at that point were doing the same, i.e. fishing for surprises.

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

hotd leaks from s2 finale:

credits to @wikiofthrones

[alltimefail]

In my humble opinion, the healing powers of being stupid as hell are not to be underestimated.

This might be my magnum opus. I love this little "Unapologetically queer" show with all my heart and I want it back on my screen PRONTO.

Enjoy! 😂