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scarlet-renegade · 2 years ago
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Love hims <3
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bubbleebubz · 3 months ago
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I can't sleep and I got an idea inspired by @briefkittenearthquake post saying
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SO HERE WE ARE. WITH THIS BLUES THAT I DIDN'T PROOF READ BC IT'S 11:35 PM AND I'M IN A DARK CREEPY ROOM
Boy interrupted
WARNINGS: SMUTTTTT
Spencer was a late bloomer, not to mention the fact at the ripe age of 12 he was in high school. To say he didn't get the "full experience" is an understatement. But now, at age 25, Spencer is no better than a teenage boy, he hit puberty at 15, and when I say he sprouted up I MEAN IT. he went from a 5'6 skinny boy to a slim 6 foot something genius.
And now as we sit at our desks in the BAU, he is like a mosquito in my ear.
"Please Y/N, it hurts" he whined in my ear, grinding against my ass as we wait for the elevator to arrive at our floor.,finally getting to end the long day. "Spencer stop, you can wait" I squeak out as k feel his erection pressed firmly against my ass. He begins kissing down my neck when-
*DING*
The elevator doors open, I speed walk into the box of death and turn, waiting for Spencer to follow. "Cameras baby" I whisper out through a smile, to which he rolls his eyes. He is ancy and fiddles with his bag the hole ride down, which was only 1 minute but felt like an eternity to him.
Once we arrive to the apparent, as soon as the door shuts with a click,y back is pressed against the wall, my purse being gently set down onto the table next to the door and kisses are being placed down my neck. I remove my heels as he guides me to the couch. He sits down, looking up with his big brown eyes. Before both his and my own gaze falls down to the evident bulge in his pants, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I walk over before sitting on his lap, not giving him near enough friction. I kiss down his neck at a torturous pace.
"I'm so sorry" he says. "Wha-" before I can even finish the word I'm being lifted and carried to my bed, under him as he kisses me sloppily, passionate with need and desire. He pulls down my skirt and panties before diving in between my legs, lapping up my leaking arousal that had released due to the built up tension. He groans at my taste, probing my entrance with 1 finger before adding another.
"Fuck Spencer just like that" I moan out, my back arching at the pleasure, but he stops.
"Need to be inside you" he whinoers out, un buckling his belt and pants, pulling them down far enough for his cock to be free.
I whimper st the sight, his cock stands tall at a proud 7 inches, his rip is a pretty pink colour, matching his flushed cheeks.
He pumps his cock once then twice before thrusting into me, his cock twitching the ment he enters me. Due to his earlier ministration of eating me out like a man starved, it doesn't take long for me to get close to bliss, especially when he shoves his fingers in my mouth before rubbing my clit in fast tight circles, causing a high pitch moan to leave my lips which is quickly silenced by his lips on mine. "Cum on my cock please, need to feel you around me when you cum" he begs into my ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he fucks into me, still carring about my own pleasure as well as his own. I cry out as my orgasm breaks through, causing everything to go quiet, only when I feel his hot sticky seed filling me up, do I regain awareness.
"Feel better? " I ask with a chuckle only to moan out as he begins fucking me again. "Not yet" he whines causing me to moan out.
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room-surprise · 9 months ago
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Addendum to Dungeon Meshi Age Calculations, and Thistle's age estimate...
This is sort of a sequel to two posts of mine, How to Calculate Comparative Ages of DM Characters and How Old Is Thistle?
I've seen some people claim that the age scale between elves and tall-men where elves age 5 times slower than tall-men can't be used accurately for elves that are very young or very old. I've also seen people claim that the half-foot age modifier is wrong.
I'm not a mathematician, but so far I have not seen any actual evidence that the 5:1 scale doesn't work, and a good amount of proof that it does, and I think the confusion about half-foot aging is a translation issue.
Please keep in mind, information about Marcille's age does not apply to any of this, because [SPOILERS].
WHAT ABOUT VERY YOUNG ELVES?
Here's something we know about the babies from the different races, which comes from Ryoko Kui's blog:
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1 year old elven, dwarven and gnomish babies can only lay on their backs. Tall-man and half-foot 1 year olds can both stand, though the tall-man is not as good at it as the half-foot.
This lines up with real-world development milestones, human children can usually stand on their own somewhere between 9 to 12 months. Half-foots age faster than tall-men, so it makes sense that the half-foot would look more balanced and steady while standing.
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A 2 year old elven baby has just gained the ability to sit up, while the babies of other races are walking or running. Normal human babies can sit up with help at around 5 months.
2 divided by 5 equals 0.4, that's 40%, and 40% of one year equals 4.8666666 months. That's 5 months.
I think it's very likely Kui herself is using the 5:1 ratio in order to calculate her elven ages in order to get this very specific 5 month developmental milestone to line up this way. So we can confirm that any elf over the age of 2 years old should have an age that is calculable with the 5:1 ratio. I also think it's not crazy to assume Kui may be using the numbers I calculated in my age post to work out other character's ages as well, since she's clearly doing it for the elves.
LET'S TEST IT WITH HALF-FOOTS
Human children learn to run between 18 and 24 months, so around 2 years old, like the chart shows us. 2 years divided by the half-foot age ratio (1.1428571429) equals 175% because they grow faster than tall-men.
175% of 2 years is 1277.5 days... Which is 3.5 years. So a 2 year old half-foot has the maturity of a 3.5 years old human child. 3 years old is when human children are expected to run and jump easily, and climb stairs without help.
That sounds about right to me, since the half-foot child in the drawing looks like they can confidently run around without balance issues. One foot is off the ground, and their arms are pulled in closer to the body than the tall-man child's arms.
Meanwhile the tall-man child is more unsteady, both feet firmly planted, standing with their arms held out as far as they can go to help with balance.
DOESN'T 29=50 FOR HALF-FOOTS?
Kui says that Chilchuck would be about 50 if he were a modern day human (which he isn't, he's a medieval half-foot), and then she says that half-foots in the time of Dungeon Meshi only live to be about 50 years old on average.
I'm pretty sure she's telling us that if Chilchuck were a human in our world, he'd be past middle-aged, and then for contrast, she tells us that most half-foots in Chilchuck's world die by age 50. Not that Chilchuck's 29 years is equivalent to a 50 year old modern human.
Chilchuck is 29 years old, and he had his first child at age 13. The average age of death for half-foots is 50, then that means middle-aged for a half-foot is 25.
Chilchuck is 4 years older than that, which makes Chilchuck past middle-aged. It does not make him developmentally the same as a 50 year old modern human though.
Using the numbers I've worked out, a half-foot would be developmentally 50 years old when they're 44.
Kui says that although Chilchuck wants to retire from going into the dungeons, if he did, it would be premature... Just like it would be premature for a 33 year old to retire.
In the real world retirement ages are connected to the average age of death. As that number goes up, so does retirement age. Because modern humans live until around 72, as a global average, retirement age is somewhere in their 60s.
So since half-foots average lifespan is 50, a normal age for Chilchuck to retire would be in his 40s.
WHAT ABOUT OLD ELVES?
The average age of death for tall-men is 60, however we know that tall-men can live into their 80s because Marcille's father did.
The average age of death for elves is 400, but they can live up to 500 years.
There's no reason to think that DM tall-men aren't like real world humans, and can't live into their 100's if they are lucky and wealthy enough. Even in the real medieval period, some people lived into their early 100's.
The thing that makes average death ages low in real life is usually issues like high infant mortality, starvation, war, lack of medical care, and lack of sanitation.
In the real medieval period, the average age of death was 30 not because people dropped dead at 30, but because SO MANY children died young that it pulled down the average. In medieval times, if you managed to live to 25, you had an average of 23 more years of life ahead of you, which is 48 years old.
I think Kui raised the average death age to 60 for tall-men to account for the fact that even tall-men have access to more advanced medicine and healing magic in DM, so infant mortality isn't as high and the adults live more than a decade longer.
The elves naturally have a longer lifespan since they live 5 times slower than tall-men. However they also probably have a far more advanced society than any of the other races in Dungeon Meshi. Fleki calls the Eastern Continent a "primitive land", and it's mostly populated by dwarves, gnomes and tall-men.
If elven culture was developmentally the same as tall-man culture, I bet elves would only live to about 300, which would be 60 for them, maturity wise.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
80x5 is 400. That seems correct to me, a 400 year old elf would be considered elderly and getting close to the end of their life. An 80 year old tall-man would be considered VERY old, having lived past average expectations... But those expectations, as I said before, are based on poor living conditions, not biological certainty. 100x5 is 500, so the two maximum ages (100 and 500) also line up when you use the 5:1 ratio.
POSSIBLE MAXIMUM AGES FOR OTHER RACES
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Using the same math, if gnomes and dwarves had the same culture as tall-men, they'd only live to be 150-ish instead of 240/200...
This is only a theory, but dwarvish and gnomish maximum possible ages should probably be around 250, if you multiply their age modifier (2.5) x100 like I did with the elves.
The current difference between their average age of death is probably attributable to lifestyle and cultural differences (gnomes use a lot more magic, and so they live longer).
Then, just to do the rest of the races:
Half-foots and orcs theoretical maximum age is 88. Ogres theoretical maximum age is 94. Kobold theoretical maximum age is 81.
Keep in mind, these numbers are based on the idea that "around 100 years old" is the oldest a human being can get. The oldest human to ever live survived until they were 122 years old... But obviously that is rare, and happened in the modern era.
Point is, there's wiggle room at the top end of the age limit, for some of the races that may be a matter of extra days or months, for others it could be an extra decade or two. But I'm using 100 for simplicity's sake.
Sorry for the long post! I hope this answers people's questions, and if I messed something up let me know!
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foggyfanfic · 8 months ago
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Camilo Analysis
Bruh, who even is Camilo? He is arguably the Madrigal we get the least real characterization for, other than Teenage Boy, which is a very broad category of person. So as per usual, it helps me to get my thoughts in order if I write this stuff down.
First, Mirabel introduces Camilo through song and we right of way see him shapeshift into a young mother so he can sooth her baby while she takes a nap. That's actually a really great way to imply several things about his character (oh my god guys, this movie is so well written).
Thoughtful enough to offer a new mom a chance to rest
Comfortable caring for infants (probs helped care for Antonio?)
More patient than I would have thought, because taking care of a baby while the mother rests is not a quick and easy favor
Sort of implies that he likes kids
Then Mirabel sings he "won't stop until he makes you smile today" while he turns into multiple people and doing goofy stuff. Everybody already knows he's an entertainer at heart but I gotta add it to the list anyways.
5. Likes making people laugh
6. Plays around with his gift a lot
Moving on to Antonio's party, he's the guy greeting all the villagers by name, and he changes his energy to match each person.
7. Knows a lot of the villagers
8. Charming and personable
9. Respects his elders (kisses the old woman on the cheek)
He jokes around with Antonio, probably in an attempt to soothe his nerves, and teases his Pa. This reinforces points one, four, five and six. If this was a different list, I would talk about what it means that Camilo is clearly comfortable teasing his father, despite the seemingly stern reaction Félix has, but I digress.
He stands with Julieta while Antonio and Mirabel walk to the door, giving birth to a lot headcanons about them being especially close, and I'm going to roll with it.
10. Of his siblings, he's closest to Julieta.
Then he's very excited for Antonio as he discovers his room, it's actually the happiest we see him in the movie (other than perhaps when he's dancing in We Don't Talk About Bruno). So:
11. Supportive? Or maybe just enjoys seeing other people happy?
Plot happens, fast forward to breakfast when he pretends to be Dolores so he can get double the food. Then teases Isabela about Mariano, something he does a lot in the movie.
12. Likes food.
13. In his Little Shit era
Fast forward some more, all the way to We Don't Talk About Bruno. He absolutely kills it, and clearly enjoys the whole production. If you're like me and you headcanon that the musical numbers happen in universe then we can conclude:
13.5. Fucking loves living in a musical
And if you headcanon they don't:
14. Enjoys telling stories.
15. Probably hasn't thought through the consequences of telling everybody his Tío is a seven foot tall boogy man that feasts on screams. Which is very normal for a fifteen year old boy.
Teases Isabela about Mariano again. More plot happens. Time For Dinner. Dolores gossips to him as soon as she can, then he immediately gossips to his Pá. When Félix accidentally spits his drink onto Mariano, Camilo has to hold in a laugh. It's possible he doesn't really like Mariano, he keeps making jokes about the guy, at the very least he doesn't take him seriously. I wonder if he's the sort of guy that prefers to hang out with women?
16. Close to his sister.
17. Close to his father.
18. Shapeshifts reflexively/accidentally.
More plot. We see him try to soothe his mother.
19. Takes care of his Má. Pepa is literally unable to hide her emotions, so it would make sense that, through no real fault of her own, the kids slowly learn to take care of her as they grow up. The squeaky wheel gets the grease and all. On the flip side, the fact that sun beams come out whenever they get home from school or learn a new skill probs means the kids can never doubt that Pepa loves them. Plus, she likely has the easiest time transitioning from a parent-child relationship to a parent-adult offspring relationship of all the adults. So Camilo might be growing closer to his Má as he gets closer to adulthood.
The longer the plot goes on the less we see him. He's clearly frustrated with his gift glitching on him, but that doesn't really tell me much. It's a situation that would frustrate anyone and they don't show us how he handles those negative emotions. They also don't show us how he handles hearing the end of Mirabel's and Abuela's argument. Rude. They do show us him leaping to the candle's aid while the house crashes down around him so clearly:
20. Sees the Miracle as more important than his own safety.
The house falls, the candle goes out, in the background we hear him first remark on his gift being gone, then wonder how this will effect his little brother. We already know he enjoys using his gift, I can theorize he's made Being a Shapeshifter an important part of his identity, but all we have that's concrete is:
21: He doesn't just enjoy his gift, it is important to him.
22. Empathetic.
Mirabel runs off, resolution happens, Mirabel comes back. He is the one who cuts through the reunion to point out their house is gone, and even gets a little exasperated when he catches a bit of flack from Félix.
23. Not an optimist. Might be a pessimist, but most likely just not particularly sentimental.
For the rest of the scene he exists in a state of confusion. The hits start coming and they don't stop coming. Apparently Tío Bruno is just suddenly back now? And it kind of seems like half the family isn't surprised or asking any questions?! There's not a lot of conclusions I can draw from him being shocked and confused that Bruno just sort of appeared out of nowhere, I think most people would be. And unlike the parents or the older cousins, he doesn't have enough memories from when Bruno was around to be swept up in the joy of seeing him again. His reaction is relatable and endearing, but not very revealing.
The last character moment we get is when he tries to twirl the shovel around all fancy, almost drops it, then checks to make sure Mirabel wasn't watching. It reinforces things already mentioned, like him being showy, and wanting to entertain those around him, but also:
24. Wants to be seen as cool. Another very normal trait for a teenage boy.
It is interesting that the first person he looks at is Mirabel, I can't help but wonder if that would have been the case at the beginning of the movie. There's room for interpretation there, but regardless, by the end of the movie:
25. Respects Mirabel's opinion.
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imagoddamnonionmason · 6 months ago
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Nanette MacTavish Biography
Basic Information
Citizenship: British
Language(s): English
Place of Birth: Cornwall, England. 
Date of Birth: 30/08/1996
Occupation: Works in a nursery, caring for young children!
Status: Alive
Physical Appearance
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Mousy Brown
Skin:  Pale White
Tattoo(s): none
Scar(s): none
Face Claim: Katie McGrath
Description: Nanette stands at about 5 foot 5 inches tall. Her eyes are round and bright, topped with thick, expressive brows. Her face shape is square-like, framed by long, straight hair. She often holds it back and out of her face by using a headband, hair tie or by using a pencil. Her smile is really bright, wide and it causes some dimples on her cheeks.
She'll wear really comfortable clothing, flowing and airy, with cardigans, baggy knitted jumpers. She'll wear minimal make-up but often opts for a little bit of mascara, some lip balm and maybe a little concealer under the eyes (she's a working mum, who doesn't have time or effort for a full face!)
Personality
Like(s): bees, wildflowers, tea, animals, cute things, helping people, cheerful folk, chatting, the community she lives in (an army base), her family and friends, painting, art, vanilla, chocolate, wine.
Dislike(s): people who are harsh for no reason, being stuck in traffic, the sea, when people drive fast and appear like they're not in control, music that is slightly too loud, orange flavoured things (leaves a strange aftertaste in her mouth).
Strength(s): empathetic, understanding, kind, good listener, intuitive, creative
Weakness: can be stubborn, can also not realise when someone is using her, easily scared by certain people, can also be petty
Relationships
Parent(s): Wilbur and Adaline Oakley (biological), Moraig MacTavish (MIL)
Sibling(s): Lesley MacTavish (SIL) and Bridget MacTavish (SIL)
Friend(s): the MacTavish sisters [more could be added]
Spouse(s): John MacTavish
Children: daughter, Lilidh MacTavish
Biography
TW: mentions of stalking and possessive, unwanted behaviour.
Nanette Oakley was born to Cornish farmers, Wilbur and Adaline, who were so happy with their miracle baby. Her childhood was filled with love, laughter and adoration and she grew up to have a very good relationship with her parents that still stands strong today. Their bonds were strengthened through the support they showed each other during her mother's severe illness.
Nanette remembers her Comprehensive years, ages 12-16, never knowing when her mother was going to be in and out of hospital, whether she would ever overcome her illness, and spent most of those years growing up quickly to emotionally support her parents, especially her father.
Luckily, in Nanette's latter stages of high school years, her mother received the all clear! However, even as Nanette started university, it was always a worry that her mother's illness might return and might never see her complete her studies. The family, though, remained positive.
During her first year of university, Nanette got to meet someone who would become a life-long friend and later her sister-in-law, Lesley MacTavish. They met in their shared university accommodation and were inseparable. Via Lesley, Nanette also got to meet the rest of the MacTavish family, who would occasionally take the long trip from Scotland to come and visit. It was one of these visits that Lesley introduced John MacTavish to Nanette. At first, Nanette was very shy, barely spoke, and was later teased by Lesley that she was fancying her brother the entire time he was there. Future visits of John's were spent less shy and they grew close - they would often text or call, to the point where Lesley mentioned he contacted Nanette more than his own sister (she didn't mind because she kinda liked the idea of them being together. Lesley was the No.1 John and Nanette shipper, change my mind).
All the while, there was one other man that should be mentioned, someone who shared the first year accommodation with Nanette and Lesley in university halls. It was clear from the offset that this guy, named Grant, was enamoured with Nanette, though the feelings were not reciprocated. Over time, things escalated from arbitrary sweet comments to harassment. In the face of rejection, Grant became obsessive and vindictive.
With the help of Lesley, Nanette reported his behaviour to the uni, who moved him out of their shared accommodation. It worked to keep her safe for a short amount of time, but they couldn't have anticipated that he would escalate his behaviour further.
It did get to the point where he was basically stalking her, following her to classes and then to her accommodation - Lesley could often be found escorting Nanette between places. When asked if she wanted to call the police, Nanette declined thinking that she wouldn't be taken seriously and because the first year was almost over.
Unfortunately, this behaviour did not stop, even as she moved into her second year; Lesley and Nanette worked hard to make sure that their new flat wouldn't be found, but it was. Grant continued to stalk her. Eventually, Lesley convinced Nanette to get the police involved, which did but a stop to the behaviour for a while.
During this time, Nanette and John had started to date, though the extent of which Nanette was suffering was kept secret; she didn't want him to worry, as he had more important things to be worrying about (with him being in the military). Of course, John does find out about the extent of it and on one of his visits to see her and his sister, Grant makes a very stupid mistake.
Choices... actions were taken by John and Grant made the decision to move on from his behaviour, from his obsession with Nanette. To this day, she has not been told what happened or why Grant up and dropped out of uni. But, she never saw him again and that was it.
A few years after leaving university, John and Nanette marry, shortly followed by them bringing a beautiful little girl into the world!
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anotherwvba · 4 months ago
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Family Matters, pt. 2
Part 2 - Legacy
“What’s your name, son?”
“Billy, sir.” The young man’s hands were practically trembling in the presence of a legend as he handed his event program over.
The older man, tall and gruff sounding, pulled a marker from the pocket of his suit coat and gently took the program in hand. “How old are you, Billy?”
“11, sir,” Billy looked on in awe, “but I turn 12 in January. My mom and dad said that once I turn 13, I can start taking boxing lessons.”
“Really?” Eyes widening in playful surprise as he took the top off of his marker. “Strapping young man like you, got decent size for your age, and, if you take good care of yourself, you’ll only get bigger. Fill out your frame,” with a wink to the boy’s parents, he added, “Makes me glad I retired.”
“Really?” Billy excitedly started bouncing around.”
His father put his hand on his son’s shoulder, “Calm down, Billy.”
“Alright, let’s sign this for you,” the older man muttered as he wrote in golden ink on Billy’s program. “‘Knock ‘em out, Billy! Sleep tight, ‘Mister Sandman’ Tyrone Sands, 3x WVBA Champ.’” He put the cap back on his marker while waving the program to dry the ink. “Here you go, kid. Thanks for coming out tonight.”
“Thank you, sir,” Billy said, taking the program as Mister Sandman handed it back over.
Billy’s father offered his hand, “Thanks, Champ. I really appreciate it.”
“Any time,” Mister Sandman shook his hand with a warm smile. Then, he watched as Billy and his parents left the lobby of The Omni, the last of the fans to leave. It was a ritual for the old prizefighter-turned-commentator, one held over from the time when people didn’t just call him Champ, but from when he was The Champ.
“Every fan…” a voice came from behind Mister Sandman.
“... every time,” he finished a phrase he’d spoken so many times. He turned to see his youngest child Sahara “Razor Sharp” Sands standing with a big grin on her face and her arms folded. She took after her mother in the looks department, a fact for which they were both thankful. Her father wasn’t hard to look at, but he was always hard on the rugged side of “ruggedly handsome”.
“They pay the bills, princess,” Tyrone smiled as he turned back to his baby girl. His tone shifted, as well. Mister Sandman has a moniker, a persona, but Tyrone Sands was daddy and this was his youngest, another of his children following in his footsteps. “Never forget that. You can fight anywhere, anytime, anyone. But if no one’s paying to see it…”
“... you’re not boxing, you’re stupid.” It was Sahara’s turn to finish a familiar phrase. Boxing had always been a passion in the Sands family, but their father taught them it was also a business. He had told them all that you can only take so many punches in your life, so you best get paid well for every single one.
Tyrone held his arms out wide, beckoning his daughter in for a hug. At his height as WVBA Champion, his frame was imposing, 6 foot 5 and 290 pounds. He was still huge and fit, but had trimmed down from his fighting days and walked around at 245. Sahara, not small by any means, was still dwarfed by her father.
“Why you here so late?” Tyrone asked as they began to walk deeper into The Omni.
Sahara shrugged, “There were still fans in the building. Don’t leave ‘til the last fan leaves. You taught me that.”
“Glad one of my kids listened,” he said wistfully. They both knew who he was referring to by that.
Sahara’s fists clenched as she sensed the pain coming from her father. Andre, Tyrone’s firstborn, the oldest of the four Sands siblings, was calling himself The Sandman and was doing everything he could to surpass and supplant their father in the eyes of the fans and the history books, trying to erase his legacy.
“You know,” Sahara looked down, searching for words. “I… I think he still loves you, dad?”
“Oh, baby girl,” Tyrone held a service corridor door open for his daughter, “I know that. And I love him. But, you can love somebody and still despise them. And we both know Andre despises the hell out of me.”
Sahara walked through the door, followed by her dad. They walked down the dimly lit hallway that was mainly used by the janitors and maintenance personnel to get to the locker rooms and backstage of The Omni from the main concourse. “But why, dad? I don’t get it and Andre won’t talk about it.”
“Sahara, it’s not worth…” Tyrone began.
“Bull. Shit.” Sahara’s voice was plain and forceful. Forceful enough, in fact, to cause the legendary Mister Sandman to stop in his tracks. Sahara turned to face her father. “I came to the WVBA because my big brother is dragging your name, Sandman, your name, through the mud. He’s being everything you weren’t. He’s cocky, disrespectful, selfish, and doesn’t give a damn who he hurts. That’s not how you raised us, any of us.”
Tyrone’s jaw clenched and unclenched repeatedly as Sahara spoke, his eyes dropped to the concrete floor, but he stayed silent.
“Daddy,” Sahara’s tone softened and she took his hands into hers, “I love you. I came here for you, for our family. If I could get in the ring and beat some sense into Andre, I would.”
That drew a chuckle from her father, “You wouldn’t last a round.” Tyrone looked at their clasped hands, then to his girl’s eyes. “Your brother’s a spiteful asshole, but he’s a helluva fighter.”
“The point is,” Sahara rolled her eyes before continuing on, “I turned down half again as much money from the EVBA to come here and I did it for you. Nanshe is riding out her contract at Majestic and wants to come here for you. What happened?”
Tyrone looked down the hallway, passed his daughter, “Sahara, it ain’t that easy.”
Sahara placed a gentle hand on her father’s cheek, turning his gaze back to her. “I get that. But whatever it is, I love and I always will. You’re my daddy and nothing changes that.”
Mister Sandman, Tyrone Sands, let out a deep sigh, “Aight, baby girl. Let’s go to the gym.”
“The gym?” Sahara was confused. “What for?”
Tyrone put his arm around his daughter’s shoulders and resumed their walk, “‘Cause both of us gonna wanna punch something.”
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sidsthekid · 11 months ago
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15 people 15 questions
thanks for the tag bud @crosbyism!!
1. are you named after anyone?
yeah but i don't like it. the plan is to change it someday, but there's some things i gotta improve about myself before i can...
2. when was the last time you cried?
a few days ago. i got 2am sad about things i thought i'd gotten over.
3. do you have kids?
no but every now and then the baby fever comes a-knockin...so maybe in the future
4. what sports do you play/ have you played?
sports were life for me!! i did soccer, horseback riding, swimming, volleyball, tennis. i also started to snowboard recently! but if life had worked out the way i wished it did, i would've stuck to horseback and joined a college team. i've loved horses since forever and the comfort they bring is something else.
5. do you use sarcasm?
penis
6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?
eyes and the way people talk, i.e. the sound of their voice & accent, maybe habits that they have in terms of how often they use a word (uh, like, etc.). but on the other hand, eyes!! very hard for me to resist the pull of a pretty pair.
7. what’s your eye colour?
brown! i used to feel meh about the color but i like them a lot more, now.
8. scary movies or happy endings?
happy endings. i saw the babadook once and that shit fucked me up real bad for a long time. i still can't really look into the darkness for too long or i start seeing things.
9. any talents?
music! i take to instruments very quickly and have what you might call perfect pitch (ew). same goes for my athleticism. my hand-eye coordination has always been pretty good and it makes it easy for me to jump back into things even if i've been inactive for some time.
except golf. i've always been ass at golf.
10. where were you born?
i was born in a place that i'll probably never see again! some teeny tiny suburb.
11. what are your hobbies?
i like to collect enamel pins! every where i travel i try to up a few. i also love doing pottery on the wheel, making pots and bowls. making lil animals to sit on my shelves.
i also love to ice skate and listen to music. and finally, i obviously very much enjoy reading fic and chit chatting about it with my buddies on here.
12. do you have any pets?
no but i fostered a cat once. he was my lil nutty angel.
13. how tall are you?
5 FOOT THREE.
14. favourite subject in school?
political theory. my favorite professor in the whole wide world completely redefined what it meant to study the topic and when i think about him and the classmates i had and the conversations and experiences we bonded over for too long, i definitely cry about it haha. man. i miss it.
i also really enjoyed studying american politics, specifically the history of conspiracy. i remember having to read 'the paranoid style in american politics' by richard hofstadter for a class and it was both parts fascinating and terrifying.
15. dream job?
i don't really have one anymore because i think i already got it. but obviously, things can change and knowing me, they definitely will.
tagging the below!! no pressure to do at all of course. it's all in good fun! :):)
@yippayappa@puckingembarrassing @capsvsducks @plethoriall @ellen-shame @robindrake13 @tangerwolls @georgievs @blackholesun @kylesdubas @cascara-soda @ceanspam @phdmama @dragooncroft @annieqattheperipheral
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brandwhorestarscream · 2 years ago
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Why do you make sparklings so big in your invasive species au?
Cuz it makes sense?? It's always bothered me when people make sparklings the same size as human babies, or able to be picked up and carried around by humans. If their personal canon says that sparklings are born micro-sized then sure, but usually cybertronian gestation cycles in fanon show the carrier in question with a baby belly. If the newborn is causing significant distenstion in a 30 foot robot's body, then it's not going to be a 5 pound, 12-inch baby
Your average human newborn is roughly 20 inches long, only 5 inches shorter than the average adult human arm. The average adult human woman is 62 inches, average man is 67 inches. That means newborn babies, from head to toe, are already about a third of the size of an adult. They can seem misleadingly small because they're so often bundled up with their legs tucked in, but they're a lot longer than they get credit for. If sparklings scale roughly the same as we do, compared to their parents, they would be likely between 5 and 9 feet long at birth, depending on who their parents are. I mean, god, my nephew is only 2 and he already comes up to my hips, just a little less than half my size. Even very young humans aren't really that small when you think about.
Let's take Eavsedrop the Cliffcee baby, for example. Cliffjumper is her carrier and his canon height is 20 feet (I don't buy that, he seems considerably taller, but what do I know). If his newborn daughter is roughly ⅓ of his canon height, that means she's roughly 6.7 feet tall at birth. Even if we changed it and say she takes more after Arcee in terms of height, that means she'd be about 5 feet, right on the dot.
Regardless. Sparklings would be very large compared to human infants if we scale them similarly, which--as far as pregnancy goes--the fandom seems to do. Which I do. They'd also likely be at least a couple hundred pounds; cybertronian steel is incredibly resilient and tough, and their bodies are extremely compact. There's a lot of concentrated weight in their frames. There's no way in hell your average human would be able to just pick them up and carry them for long periods of time, if at all
Anyway. Yeah. Cybertronian babies are big
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millionsnife · 1 year ago
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Eldritch creature knives au:
baby vash was the only plant rem pulled from the tank; there was no second child
baby vash found a weird goopy blob in the vents of ship five. he doesn't know what it is but he makes friends with it. names it knives
knives takes one look at vash in all his weird baby plant glory and goes "this is my person. i will devour the universe for this creature"
he's goopy. his natural form is a puddle of goop, but he spends the majority of his time wrapped around vash's neck in the form of a goopy little ferret
he can shapeshift. fond of becoming a 12 foot tall wolf with far too many teeth and the ability to unhinge its jaw anytime someone threatens his little brother
also technically genderless but vash declared him his big brother so he accepts male pronouns bc that's what vash keeps using
the ships crash due to an error in the ship systems somewhere; rem asks knives to take care of vash before she goes to try and fix the ships; she fails but vash is upset that the ships are falling and rem is gone so knives just... stretches himself out across dimensions and saves as many of the ships as he can. it's not many.
vash grows up with eldritch goop brother.
vash is in fact the sole being capable of controlling knives and as a result of knives tendency to murder anything that tries to hurt vash, vash now has a bounty on his head bc he's known to control knives. sorry vash, no matter the universe you just can't escape your brother turning you into a wanted man
as a multidimensional being, he exists in roughly 30 dimensions all at the same time, but he condenses himself down visibly to 3 in order to be less freaky to humans; vash has no problems with the thing bc he himself is technically a multi-dimensional being
knives does not see the way humans do; he sees things in terms of their soul-connections/relationships to each other. vash is solid as a multidimesional being, but humans are vague and wispy outlines at best. as a result he identifies people based on their degree of connection to vash
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coltrainbat · 2 years ago
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Nick Vaughan X Reader Series
Take Me Home | Part 1: Meet Cute
A/N: Ooft... did this take a while! I am so sorry for the delay for my love @atoosa22​ but i hope you enjoy the first part of what is sure to be a very fluffy (and soon to be smutty) series. ☘️😘
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“Yeah mom, of course, uh-huh... yeah I’m heading home now… yes… it’s freezing here.” You pulled your keys out of the lock of your workplace, holding your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you listened to your mothers worries and concerns knowing she stood halfway across the world powerless while you were alone in the big city.
But there was no such thing as being alone in New York, all the sounds, the lights, the people. It never slept. But you certainly did.
3am and all you could think about is your nice, warm fluffy bed at home.
“Yeah mom, ok well I gotta go… I love you have a good day!”
You hung up, slipping your phone into your pocket. Tightening your coat around you, noticing the misty cloud that appeared when you breathed out. Fiddling with your keys in your hand, manoeuvring the teeth of the metal between your knuckles (just in case).
It was a 20-minute walk back to your apartment. What could happen in the 20-minute direct route to your apartment? 20 blocks. 20 minutes. Head forward. Shoulders back. One foot in front of the other.
Stragglers lined the street; sleeping homeless people, drunk patrons who have called it a night and a few bold individuals walking their dog.
You’re not alone. Never in New York.
You reached block 12 of your journey. With the building above it under construction a makeshift tunnel of plasterboard and wooden beams was your path. Poorly lit by a singular low functioning flood light above but with the rest of the street cut off, it was your only option.
The sound of your boots on the floor was drowned out by the sound of drunk male laughter. “Not every drunk man is a bad man” you thought as you followed the sound hoping to make it to the other side unfazed.
The tunnel was narrow, and the group of men took up most of the path, leaning against the walls, huddled in a group. Taking in a shaky breath you approached them, eager to pass without being perceived.
“Hey pretty girl where you going?” Mission failed as the man snarled at you. You bowed your head, suddenly becoming interested in the tips of your shoe that was until the presence of another matched you toe to toe.
He had blocked your path, forcing you to look up. “Hey when a man’s talking to you, you respond.” His voice was louder this time, agitated. You had heard it many times before in men. Angry men. Men who always got their way by force.
You clenched your fist around your keys, feeling the keychain make indents on your skin. The man had an audience, and he wasn’t going to relent.
“Why don’t you smile a little…” His hand edged towards your face but shot away suddenly at an echo from behind you.
“Baby hey why you walking so fast!” A man came up beside you, wrapping his hand tightly around your waist.
“Excuse me guys.” He gave a firm shoulder nudge towards the man in front of you, pushing him the side. Frozen in fear you let him lead you towards the exit.
You both walked in silence to the next block, far gone from the narrow tunnel.
“Thank you.” You finally let out.
“Oh, foreign that explains it.” He mutters. The fear in your body had now left, replaced with annoyance.
“What’s that supposed to me?” You pushed out of his grip around your waist. Now face to face with the man who technically saved your life.
He looked down on you, while a little wayward in appearance, he was tall and handsome a scruffy beard curving around a strong jaw. Even with layers he looked as though he packed a decent bit of muscle, enough to push your average creep down if needed.
“It means anyone whose actually from New York knows that when you look like that you shouldn’t be walking around it at 3am.” He spits, cocking his head to side in a condescending manner.
“For your information, I’ve done that walk many times since I moved here and that has never happened. And since when is it a woman’s responsibility to reconfigure their whole lives so creepy assholes don’t have a chance to take advantage of them?”
“That’s not what I meant.” He pinched his eyebrow in frustration.
“Well thank you for very much again and I hope you enjoyed your knight in shining armour moment.” You continued to walk, leaving behind your handsome saviour.
“Hey wait.” He jogged up behind you. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
“God you do walk fast don’t ya?” His joke was met with your scowl.
“Let me at least walk you the rest of the way home?”
“Oh so you can know my address and then break in and kill me?” You scoffed.
“I would of been happy with a cup of thank you coffee.” He rubbed his neck, smirking at you.
“I don’t even know your name and you want to come back to my apartment?” You looked at him like he had two heads.
“Well, it’s Nick, and if that’s not good enough its Nick Vaughan born 14th of June 1981. Professional failing trumpet player, full time adored son, part time knight in shining armour, and my social security number is 79-.”
You put your hand up to stop him “Ok ok I get it you’re not a murderer.”
“Hey you cut me off at the best part!”
“Oh really?”
“I’m also the guy who makes sure a pretty girl who just had to deal with a drunken creep gets home safe.”
You pursed your lips inward to hide the smile threatening to come up as he called you pretty.
“Fine.” You let out.
“Wait a minute…” He stepped closer, holding out his pointer “What if you’re…” His finger threatening to push past your coat and touch the exposed skin of your chest. “The murderer.”
“Y/N, foreigner, passport holder of [your country], professionally [dream job] but also full time, loving daughter and occasional victim of drunken creeps.”
He thought for a moment, looking up at the skyscraper above him “Yeah that checks out.”
He held out his elbow, edging you to thread your hand in it. You looked at his arm in confusion.
“You’re cold I promise it’ll make you feel better.”
You were cold and his strong arm was inviting and with your limited experience of his arms around you, you knew that you liked it and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to savour the feeling this time. You begrudgingly slid your hand through.
Nick: “Is it rude to ask why you are walking home this late?”
Y/N: “Pushing it but if you must know I was closing at work.”
Nick: “Alone? They make you do it alone?” His voice laced with concern.
Y/N: “I’m not 15 so yes, they make me, an adult women close up shop at the end of the day.”
Nick: “Remind me not to start questioning the independence of a clearly very strong-minded woman.”
Y/N: “You learn quick, too bad you seem to be 30 years too late.”
Nick: “3 sisters, so excuse the natural instincts.”
Y/N: “Fair enough.”
Nick: “How do you drink coffee from where you’re from?”
Y/N: “In a mug.”
Nick: “Funny.”
Y/N: “I know. Now my turn.”
Nick: “Shoot.”
Y/N: “Why are you walking alone this late?”
Nick: “I’m a musician.”
Y/N: “Yes, but not a vampire so…”
Nick: “Most gigs are at night as well as drunk people are more likely to give up their cash.”
Y/N: “So, you’re a hustler?”
Nick: “I prefer the term opportunist.” He smirked at you.
“This is me.” You motioned towards the front step of your building.
“It’s pretty late-”
“I should let you go-”
You looked at each other, letting out soft laughter.
"Thanks for walking me home. I guess I owe you that cup of thank you coffee."
Nick grinned. "I'll hold you to that. How about tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, why not?" you replied, surprised by your own eagerness.
"But you're buying, you know struggling musician and all."
"Fine.”
"Goodnight, [Your country]."
“Goodnight, Nick.”
As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Opening the door to your apartment, your back hitting the door as you slid to the ground, grinning like an idiot.
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blissfulalchemist · 1 year ago
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3, 12, 22, 33, 43 for hkarlach!
Thank you Liz! Gave me a bit of a thinking one but eh the intricacies of having a warforged fall in love ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whaddya gonna do about it.
3. How would one another describe their partner?
HK: The warmest person around, someone that makes him feel alive (yes even literally because her natural heat allows him to have some kind of sensation since it goes through the thick metal to his nerves. She’s tough and protective, he loves how she has to move always, and how honest she can be. And most of all how she didn’t turn against him when it had to come out that he worked under the man she felt the most betrayed by.
Karlach: For once there’s someone as tall as her and can keep up. He can match her in battle and yet has one of the most gentle of touches. She loves his ways of being polite and how slightly flustered he can get when he gets to the sex scenes in novels after she asked him to read it aloud for her (look the whole camp can hear he’s just trying to be polite). Have you ever seen a robot gently holding a baby bird to put back in its nest? It can make you rethink on if there’s good in the world still. But more importantly he understands her feelings and situation with Gortash because he too suffered by his hand.
12. Who picks the other person up when hugging their partner?
They both do! The question becomes who can lift the other higher! Which there is a clear answer for it and it’s HK. Unfortunately he’s a lot of metal and some inner workings that are just heavy so Karlach can lift him so his feet are about a foot off the ground, HK could lift her higher and over his head. It’s a contest yes and there’s a lot of laughter and is actually the first thing he does with her once she gets the second upgrade. It’s a spinning hug and she’s lifted off the ground.
22. Who is in love with the other person’s laugh?
HK loves Karlachs laugh as it is one of the most human sounding things he enjoys to hear, it also shows off her smile. However in terms of level Karlach beats him as his laugh is something that very much isn’t something you’d hear from a warforged and it does objectively have a very robotic computer quality to it, but with him and having all this natural emotion it just is one of the most genuine sounds he can make that sounds as organic as anyone else. And like sure the magic helped in masking the inorganic part for a long time but when he was able to finally drop it and it just be natural for him it was as if the magic one was inorganic afterwards.
33. Who would they love to go on a double date with?
Of my ocs? They’d pick Aza and Astarion. In general anyone that dates Shadowheart. She’d be the most chill of everyone.
43. What do they like to see each other in?
This is a bit of a hard one as there’s an element of HK without the glamour is just metal….so there isn’t much he could put on other than some kind of strap on…..so basically whatever she’s feeling like that night! And he’s a bit weird in that he finds her beautiful and attractive but he’s still trying to find out how to differentiate between that and sexy (it’s even harder when he’s getting five different answers on what that is because each person he asks has their own idea). He does love her in her more casual wear though!
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queersatanic · 8 months ago
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The above as text (via @wheredowegoshow):
“If I had a dollar for health care I’d rather spend it on a baby or innocent person with some defect or illness not of their own responsibility; not some person with AIDS” says the health-care official on national television and this is in the middle of an hour-long video of people dying on camera because they can’t afford the limited drugs available that might extend their lives and I can’t even remember what this official looked like because I reached in through the tv screen and ripped his face in half and I was diagnosed with AIDS recently and this was after the last few years of losing count of the friends and neighbors who have been dying slow vicious and unnecessary deaths because fags and dykes and junkies are expendable in this country. “If you want to stop AIDS shoot the queers…” says a politician in Texas on the radio and his press secretary later claims that the politician was only joking and didn’t know the microphone was turned on and besides they didn’t think it would hurt his chances for reelection anyways and I wake up every morning in this killing machine called america and I’m carrying this rage like a blood-filled egg and there’s a thin line between the inside and the outside a thin line between thought and action and that line is simply made up of blood and muscle and bone and I’m waking up more and more from daydreams of tipping amazonian blow darts in “infected blood” and spitting them at the exposed necklines of certain politicians or government health-care officials or those thinly disguised walking swastikas that wear religious garments over their murderous intentions or those rabid strangers parading against AIDS clinics in the nightly news suburbs there’s a thin line a very thin line between the inside and the outside and I’ve been looking all my life at the signs surrounding us in the media or on peoples’ lips; the religious types outside st. patrick’s cathedral shouting to the men and women in the gay parade, “You won’t be here next year-you’ll get AIDS and die ha ha…” and the areas of the u.s.a. where it is possible to murder a man and when brought to trial one only has to say that the victim was a queer and that he tried to touch you and the courts will set you free and the difficulties that a bunch of republican senators have in albany with supporting an antiviolence bill that includes “sexual orientation” as a category of crime victims there’s a thin line a very thin line and as each T-cell disappears from my body it’s replaced by ten pounds of pressure ten pounds of rage and I focus that rage into nonviolent resistance but that focus is starting to slip my hands are beginning to move independent of self-restraint and the egg is starting to crack america america america seems to understand and accept murder as a self-defense against those who would murder other people and it’s been murder on a daily basis for nine count then nine long years and we’re expected to pay taxes to support this public and social murder and we’re expected to quietly and politely make house in this windstorm of murder but I say there’s certain politicians that had better increase their security forces and there’s religious leaders and health-care officials that had better get bigger fucking dogs and higher fucking fences and more complex security alarms for their homes and queer-bashers better start doing their work from inside howitzer tanks because the thin line between the inside and the outside is beginning to erode and at the moment I’m a thirty-seven-foot-tall one-thousand-one-hundred-and-seventy-two-pound man inside this six-foot body and all I can feel is the pressure all I can feel is the pressure and the need for release
-David Wojnarowicz DO NOT DOUBT THE DANGEROUSNESS OF THE 12-INCHPOLITICIAN, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration, pp. 160-162, excerpt from. (The full essay was derived from talks delivered at Illinois State University at Normal, Illinois, and the University of the Arts in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in 1990.)
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david wojnarowicz, close to the knives 
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the-firebird69 · 5 months ago
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His shoulders changed when he was a boy and it was about age 8 and then started going hours and they're pretty big not really big but I'd say that would be the newborn transition at age eight he was about 4 foot 9 inches tall and says what's the damn difference but it's funny 'cause I know what he means. Most of you are that height now that's not what it means you silly boy so he's doing a calculation and four point what's 8 / 12 it 6 6 6 4.5 because he's going to get 20.997 feet and that would be 20 foot 10 inches. Now that's pretty big and that's times 4.5 which is pretty liberal meaning that that's as high as it goes but he's a mega giant. Kids would be a little bigger maybe 5.5 we don't know when they mature but then he says I was stunted when I was little and he was at eight years old he was on medicine and it was for allergies it was put on it when he was a young young child at age 6 but he acted like a little adult didn't want people doing that he didn't say anything in the doctor's office but he told me isn't it normal for the body and it was very strange he's a little man at age six years old for real I had to check his age myself. And I kept copious notes and I got the X rays and he And I kept copious notes and I got the X rays and he's growing from a baby. And you people are outmatched by the child is not really doing anything too much and really you're keeping him poor and you're disgustingly stupid I don't know what a 20 foot tall person looks like really big it sounds that guy in the movie with a girl that's really Sarah who's she hulk looks like he's over 15 foot and he does look pretty tall and some people say he's only 14 foot so he says OK the scene with Hulk in the woods with the dog fight you see right there he's about 16 foot so you can imagine when it's like he is gonna need gigantic if allowed to grow and there's no place to put a 20 foot person is not true but he won't be able to go anywhere he'd be way too big and say look you're looking for someone my size in the ball you go all the way up almost to the underside of the lowest beam in the big food court people are saying that too and it's very high I mean that's way the hell up there and he'd be up part way on the rail at the fisherman's village and have to duck below the gangway was what they call it.
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danniswrites · 7 months ago
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Scariest Aliens In My Universe
For those of you who are curious, here's an Esteerrian.
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I'm not very satisfied with him. There's no mouth, just smooth skin. The eyes are the size of basketballs, and they rise from his shoulders. There is no head. His mouths are where his hands are, and they have razor-sharp teeth. They live on a tropical world and eat and live in poison.
Their telepathy is strong enough to fry 20 Zheien at once. For comparison, if a Zheien wanted to, he could fry one Elshar. They're too nice for that. Though there was one 15-year old Zheien whom 25 Elshars attacked, and he killed them all. But, he had the Diplomatic Link, so it wasn't just his telepathy, and channeling that killed him anyway. Elshars can fry us, whether or not we get telepathy from a second skin called an aandat.
The Esterrian is about 4 feet tall and 4 feet wide. They waddle, but if they want to travel fast, they can roll their shoulders down to the feet and roll forwards the length of a football field, in an eyeblink.
Even Scarier Is A Zbbat
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These are 6 feet around and 12 feet tall. Each of the 6 arms can snatch up a 6 foot tall man and whip him around. They are massive, and fast. An Esteerrian can roll the length of a football field in less than a second. This Zbbat can cover four times the distance, running, in that length of time. And, oh, yeah, they have telepathy that can fry 20 Zheien at once.
The tip of the arm actually has 6 fingers, each of which can be delicate as caressing a baby's cheek, or precise enough to slice something or someone open.
Both of these races are fierce warriors, but not one survived an attack by Eriganh's forces on any world he destroyed. First, he sends his troops to plunder anything valuable and collect slaves. Then, his world destroyers slice up the world and take any valuable minerals on his vast ore ships.
So, Kajarians are worse.
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Of course, this particular Kajarian is the most terrifying, because he can wield The Red Cube Of Fire and destroy you with a thought. That Cube has a Collective of 2000 minds that use telepathy as a weapon. But, without a Cube, a Kajarian has about the telepathy of a Zbbat or Esteerrian that can kill 20 Zheien at once. Poor Zheien.
His reign of terror in the 6th Galaxy destroyed entire civilizations. Before that, he did that in the 4th Galaxy. And, the 8th, the 10th, the 11th, and the 12th.
But, in a nurse's yard in Inman Park, in Atlanta, Georgia, a 300 year war ended.
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Coming soon!
The first volume of this story is on Amazon.com in #paperback #hardcover and #ebook form on Kindle.
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So as some of you know, I was commissioned by Scott Smajor a few months ago to create this insanely fun painting of the Rivendell Festival!!!
He was absolutely fantastic to work with and we worked together to create this Vanity Fair-photoshoot style Royal Portrait featuring my designs for all 12 rulers. It was painted back in November and it was some of the most fun I’ve ever had working on a job 😁😄💖
My main goal doing this piece was to make sure everyone looks hot as hell confident and fierce! I researched a number of photographers for fashion publications and went through their portfolios to figure out the general poses I thought different characters should have. Adapting everyone’s MC skins in my style was such a fantastic challenge and I loved every second of it!
And now under the cut we have my favourite part: the details!! I spent hours on each person adding jewelry and embroidery and different materials to complete each look. I cannot overstate how much fun this was! Plus the banners are all based off my own banner designs I did a while ago, and peep the faces—they’re all the same designs as my portrait series in a new context :D Feel free to zoom in, I put a lot of work into these 😁⬇️✨
First off—3/4 of the Wither Rose Alliance! As the most martial Rulers I put Pearl and Sausage on either end with their swords framing the whole set. Note Sausage’s massive hands I alluded to earlier…
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And the twins!! Gem’s got her grimoire and her curly hat. Fun fact: fWhip’s face is actually Gem’s face with a beard painted on :P
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Then we’ve got everyone’s favourite couple! This was painted way back before Joel was official declared a Short King so he gets to be tall one last time 💜 I had a lot of fun detailing the sash and designing his double breasted coat. Not to mention Lizzie looking like a queen with her scales and her wedding ring!
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Up next, Scott and the Codfather! I had SO MUCH FUN designing Scott’s feast outfit. I love love love painting gold and I just went all out. Those epaulettes, man!! Jimmy’s outfit is less ornate but still formal for the occasion and… wait, what’s that in his hand?
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Oh, would you look at that. 🥰
Up next, Pixlriffs with his channeling trident and a tiiiiiiny Shrub! Initially I was gonna put her up on the table but then I decided that the height difference would be funniest this way. At 4’3 she’s a whole half a foot shorter than me!! (I am very short.)
Plus, my Copper King design has eyeliner and earrings now. You’re welcome 😌😘
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And at the other end of the table, Pearl, Joey and Katherine!! 🌸 Much wider crop because I feel like Pearl’s outfit needs to be appreciated in full.
Katherine’s dress is layers of semi-translucent fabric for that maximum swish, embroidered with flowers and sparkles. Joey’s lounging in what I think is my favourite pose of anyone. And Pearl’s flower crown has been replaced with a laurel wreath to celebrate her part in the victory over Xornoth!! The embroidery and the flow of her skirt were so much fun to adapt from her skin 🌻✨
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Thank you so much to Scott for reaching out and giving me this amazing opportunity! Empires has been such an inspiration to me (as I’m sure you can tell from the contents of this Tumblr 😜) and getting to paint this for the Empires crew was such a delight. Seeing my baby all framed up in their studios is just so surreal :’’)
I’m so glad I get to share this with you all on Tumblr—let me know what you think!!!
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joyfulsblog · 3 years ago
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Mike started going to the gym with his friends because he was an under developed gay 16 year who looks like and sound like a 12 year old and always wished he was bigger and more manly but after the first day of going to his gym with is friend he left his friends to go home,but on his way home he saw a weird coin that said make a wish and he did he wished he could absorb muscle and the masculinity from his friends because they were so much hotter and stronger than him in every way since made that wish he has grown like a weed, it been 2 week since he made his wish and he grown by 50 pounds of muscle, his dick grew by 2 inch ,his balled grew fron peas to medium chicken egg size pumping him full of testosterone making him horny, his voice has dropped by 4 octaves making him sound more like his age and he as grown 3 inches taller making his 160 pounds ,a 4inch dick, medium size testicles make him really horny. He is now 5 foot 5 tall and and they voice of a 16 year old instead of a 12 year old this progress was make him feel amazing and very horny. He decided to send a pic to he best friend jack who he a huge crush on him
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His friend was absolutely shocked and couldnt believe the progress that he was making.
Jack texted him are u doing steroids and some other drug because there is no way your make that much progress natural.
Mike text all natural baby must be going through a huge growth spurt man but I'm loving it.
Jack notice since Mike growth spurt that he felt smaller he looked like he lost muscle size ,dick size height, the was as horny as he usually was
Jack has shrunk by 1 inch in height, dick struck by 1 inch, was sound more feminine than it usually was, and he wasn't as horny as he usually is
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Mike u look small than usual and I keep getting bigger and hornier this growth is amazing and doesn't to be stopping
Jack I know Im take a break from the gym for a while I having some relationship problems with my girl.
Jack send a pic
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Mike I add 50 pound of muscle and I'm not stop lol
Jack man I need to get back to the gym I lost 50 pounds of muscle and I broke up with girl
Mike saved texted lol what a coincided
2 month later
Mike finds out jack gay then texted jake
Mike texted I know your gay and your a little gay horny beta twink looking for my alpha sex god body and my alpha 10 inch dick to dominate you
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Jack texted i do daddy so bad
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Then the fuck for hours and Mike libido was crazy he cam 14 time and need to go longer and jack was struggling to keep up with is sex god of a friend
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