#and has never been bitten

[aradia-queen-of-the-sheep]

A mating pair of golden silk orbweavers found in Summerville, South Carolina, by Ungoliant on bugguide.net. The male steals food from right out of the female's mouth! Or maybe she gives it to him? Either way, these are the benefits of having an extremely large wife.

[dailyicarus]

DAY 160

as much as i've enjoyed drawing my little guy every day for the past half year, life has started getting in the way and busying my schedules !!

so from here on out, dailyicarus will now be running on a weekly basis !

thank u all for the love and support this account has gotten <3 i hope this change will not lessen your enjoyment of it !!

[fancychaostraveller]

I have made something.

It's Gooseneto, in bright red and magenta

And Peace was never an option.

*heavy gasp* IT'S COMING CLOSER

IT'S OVER US- AAAAH

(And so Gooseneto, that like its owner Magneto doesn't appreciate humans, has attacked us. -and won-)

(Thanksfully Professor X talked it to not end us all)

[memento-morri-writes]

More dnd writing because it's all I have but I here's a snippet from a vignette I did of Rook's past (from Zara's POV), because Rook and his mentors never fails to make me sick (/pos).

[transcript under the cut]

Taking a coin out of her pocket, she rolled it across her knuckles, back and forth. It gave her hands something to do, and prevented the urge to bite her nails, something she hadn’t done in years. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. Zara began to pace as Rook’s breathing grew shakier and the color drained from his skin. Where the hells is Jay? she wondered. The room was so quiet that she could hear every tick of the small clock on her bedside table, and each one echoed in her head. How many ticks does he have left? She didn’t want to think about it.  She’d had crew members die before, of course. You don’t go as many years as a captain as she had and never lose a soul. But all the others who had died had died quickly, in combat. She’d mourned for all of them, even shed tears in private, but there was something different about watching the life drain out of a person right in front of your eyes.

[petricorah]

baldur's gate is going great

[somestorythoughts]

Eldritch Echo Pt 8:

I'm pretty sure this is the longest section I've done for this fic. I'm not sure how that happened, one minute I was like "I'm kinda tried but I'll try to write a bit of this so I can say I wrote something today" and then next thing I know I'm in a writing groove. Not what I was thinking when I thought of Echo going feral earlier but I think it works.

Also, can someone who's seen more than a tiny bit of the Bad Batch confirm for me whether Crosshair sounds like Cad Bane? Cause I think he sounds like Bane.

@mezmatch , new part!

The Bad Batch’s mission doesn’t go well.

Hunter jerks awake in a cell to the sound of distant screams.

It’s not his brothers, he realizes. He can hear their heartbeats and see Tech in the opposite cell. Tech appears to still be unconscious and he can hear Wrecker grumbling to himself.

The screams stop.

“Wrecker?”

“Hunter! You alright?”

His head hurts and his ankle feels sprained, but that’s manageable. “Nothing too bad. You?”

“Bruises. Crosshair doesn’t look good, and I can’t see Tech or Echo.”

Echo Hunter realizes suddenly. Checking for the other three is habit, he’s still getting used to checking for four. “Tech’s unconscious. I can’t hear or see Echo, but someone was screaming earlier.”

“Do you think it was him?”

“No but they’re too far away to be sure. What the hell did they hit us with?”

“Nothing that would keep me down.” Is Wrecker’s grim response, meaning that whatever had been in that gas it wasn’t exceptionally strong. They called Tech and Crosshair’s names, trying to wake them up.

Four floors up, Echo is angry and working his way towards fully pissed off.

The Separatists who had caught them had brought him here to confirm that he was the trooper the Techno Union was hunting for and to get some information out of him. They had been straightforward about their plans to torture the rest of the squad for any useful information before killing or selling them, that detail was still being decided.

They had made two crucial mistakes. One of them was deciding this was a good idea in the first place.

The second was not asking the Techno Union exactly how they had managed to keep Echo down for so long.

The Techno Union got very, very lucky with Echo. He’d been in a state not too far from hibernation while his body recovered from the explosion, and then there were prosthetics and stasis chambers and things digging into his mind and one of the scientists had realized that they needed a very strong cocktail of drugs to keep him sedated. It had taken all of that to keep him under control, and even then he’d managed to cause trouble a couple times.

Your average sedative and some reinforced binders? Yeah, good luck with that.

Echo stands in a room with the remnants of five droids and three people. He walks to the terminal and turns on the security cameras with sticky red fingers. Blood drips from the knife at the end of his right arm and he narrows his eyes as the other Separatists hurry towards the cells where his squad is imprisoned, several droids with him. He taps another button.

“I would strongly suggest leaving my squad alone.”

He knows the way his voice sounds as it echoes, ha, through the intercom. Echo’s never called himself a sadist, but he won’t deny he relishes the way the Separatists jump out of their skin. He continues. “I’m coming for my squad. If you want to live, I suggest leaving now.”

He watches the screens just long enough to confirm his next actions, then turns and walks out the door.

He doesn’t have his armor or his blaster, but that’s alright. He’ll check for their location once he gets the others out, then he won’t have to try and carry everything. This trick Elevenses and Chomper had taught him and Fives during ARC training didn’t work with armor anyway.

In the cells, Hunter and Wrecker have managed to wake the other two up. Tech’s alright, but Crosshair has a concussion and a broken leg due to the sedative disorienting him as he was fleeing his compromised perch. They’d all been awake enough to hear Echo’s announcement and had almost immediately taken bets on whether the Seps would leave or not because some troopers would bet on anything, if only for the hell of it.

When the Seps arrive, they’re rushed. A minute later, the droids in the hall start blasting. There’s a sound like Wrecker ripping the hull off of a ship and the droids start yelling.

“Take him he’s the most injured.” The woman orders her companion, pointing at Crosshair. “I refuse to lose to a clone.”

“You certainly ran from him quickly.” Crosshair spat. He’s unsteady, but if he can get to the control panel for Wrecker’s cell…

He punches the man in front of him. There’s a shout, but Crosshair can only move so fast on a broken leg and finds a blaster leveled at his face, out of range. He puts his hands up and a stun baton hits his back.

He hears the others shouting as he goes down, tasting blood. They cuff him and drag him out of the cell and something on the ground catches his eyes. There’s too much light in the hallway between the cells for his shadow to be that dark, and he knows his shadow can’t grin.

“I told you to leave them alone.”

That’s Echo’s voice, if Echo was something massive and predatory speaking from the depths of a cavern too dark to see into. And those are Echo’s eyes, the violet golden color he’s grown familiar with. The handprint on his chest is Torrent blue, the 99 to the left of it in the same red the Batch uses. But the rest of him is black and white and something like armor. There’s a knife where his scomp should be, something shining on the ends of his fingers that could be claws and could be something else entirely. There’s too many teeth. Crosshair doesn’t have the words and doesn’t know how much of that is because of the concussion.

The woman keeps her blaster pointed at Crosshair’s head. The man points his at Echo, who sighs and raises his arms.

Something flashes. Someone yells. Something yanks Crosshair out of the way and he screams. When he stops, Echo has his teeth in the woman’s throat.

“Bleh. Never liked doing that.” Echo grumbles. He hurries to Crosshair, crouching down just out of arm’s reach with a face closer to what they’re used to. There are red lines over one eye much like Crosshair’s tattoo. “Are you alright?”

“When the fuck did you get a tail vod?” He croaks. Echo smiles, worry and relief plain as day even with the damn concussion. “Can we leave now?”

It doesn’t take too long to find their armor and weapons, even with Wrecker carrying Crosshair. Most of the droids had been in the hallway, and they clear out the remainder with ease as they get their stuff and swipe a speeder to get to the Marauder. Echo scomps into a terminal, he can practically hear Tech holding back questions when the blade changes smoothly back to a scomp, and retrieves the data they came for before they leave.

Crosshair’s gritting his teeth in pain by the time they get to the ship. While Tech and Wrecker are taking care of him, Hunter and Echo head straight for the controls. They don’t fully relax until they’re off the planet. Echo leans forward with a sigh, skin warping back into his usual shape.

“That could have gone worse.” Hunter groaned. Echo snorted. Something beeped.

“If that’s another mission we’re not here.” Echo grumbled. Hunter would have laughed if he hadn’t been so surprised. When his face is back under control, he answers the comm.

“Sir.”

“Hunter I’m glad I caught you.” The small blue form of Commander Cody says. “You boys alright? Is Echo there?”

He sounded stressed. “We just wrapped up the mission, only need to send in the data. Crosshair’s injured, he might be out of commission for a few days. Echo’s right here.” The ARC trooper waved one hand in range of the comm. “What’s wrong?”

Cody sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “The Chancellor was a Sith, he’s now dead, and Fives was involved.”

Echo’s in front of the comm in a heartbeat. “Fives is on Coruscant?”

“The Chancellor’s a Sith?” Hunter asks because that also sounds important.

“It’s been a long day.” Cody replies. “I’ll give you the rundown but first, how soon can you get to Coruscant?”

“About two days if nothing goes wrong.” Echo replied. Hunter steps in.

“Would it be easier to send us a report? I assume you need to send one out anyway, and we can get the full details when we arrive.” Echo opens his mouth. “I’m not going to stop you getting details about your twin, but Cody looks exhausted and I know the others will have questions.”

“Fine.” Echo grumbles as Cody agrees. “You tell that idiot I’m going to wring his neck when I see him okay?”

Far away, an ARC trooper blinked and looked up. Something had pinged across his mind, resonating in his veins and resting on his back like a weight.

“Something wrong?” One of the Corries asked. Fives grinned, tired and relieved.

“Somewhere my twin is pissed at me.”

[bajaja-blast]

what happened when Murdoc found out 2-D sold the geep?

[j-esbian]

does anyone else feel like they need to Make Fan Content That Is Also Good And Interesting in order to make/keep internet friends so as to be worth other people’s time

[marsbotz]

ninjago fandom when ppl stop mischaracterising wu as a one note shitty old guy and realise hes a complex character with just as much of his own trauma as everyone else in the show

[unfortunate--moth]

Long Chapter HELL YEAH!

Also, the mosquitos fought and left nothing behind. I have like. 6 bites.

Damn those gaypeoplephobic mosquitoes !!!!

i think mosquitoes in general are just humanphobic in general they hate everyone. these fuckers know no mercy.

[skrunksthatwunk]

found out that rascal's owner took him again while i was out, and he's probably not gonna be back since the semester's almost over. i don't even know if his owner's coming back next semester, if i'll ever see him again. if he'll ever see me again. why do they wait until im not around to do this? why do they never let me say goodbye to him?

[deathlonging]

doesnt feel right how anger can be so terrifying and so pathetic all at once but it does make sense how feeling liable to kill someone is accompanied by deep embarrassment at the very least

[cantankerouscatfish]

spiders that are tolerant of being held: wolves, bold jumpers, ant mimic M. formicaria.

spiders that don’t like being held, to the point of leaping/purposefully dropping out of your hands: cellar spiders, cross weavers, smaller jumpers, other small orbweavers (sometimes these try to kite/balloon which is adorable actually).

spiders that will try to fight you, in some cases running at you full pelt with their arms up from like 2 entire feet away, even though they are tiny and harmless: bark crab spiders.

bitey bastards: yellow sac spiders.

[coockie8]

Hey, Google... Wanna tell me again how budgies can't break skin?

'Cause mine drew blood 🙃

[samadhifired]

Sooo I just realised a thing, had to google something to make sure it won't be an issue and apparently, this is a thing?!

[remolupini]

Sunday Snippet

I was tagged by @propheciesanddreams

[I know it's Tuesday, I haven't felt too well the last couple of days. Anyway this is very short because I didn't want to post one of the snippets I have already sent Rem, and it was hard to find something else]

The inside of the Manor was even more garish, but something in the air made him a bit sick. Looking at the other cubs, he wasn’t the only one feeling it. The humans looked fine, which alerted Remus. Greyback was wary of humans and, despite his actions towards the cubs, he was generally right. 

Remus tried to move closer to Greta, she was the youngest in the pack, and the witch that was holding her even hed had her up on her hip and not held by the arm like Remus. Whatever was making them all sick would be affecting her too, and he wanted to make sure nothing too serious happened.

Before he could though, the Indian woman cleared her voice and announced «The downstairs dining room should be fine for them.» 

From Dearest Moon