#i just think big lizards are neat....

[lykantrooppi]

this is what i look like in real life i promise

[elizzsush]

“Fuck you Comic Con nerds!” | DC - Batman WIP

Batfam X Isekaied Reader

— in which you, a DC fan gets isekaied into and gets saved by boy wonder. Only to get mad at him and B… it’s only after you calm down (still mad at them) you piece together what actually happened… but should you tell them?

AU: Soulmate (?), isekai Rating: Sfw

Note: You and Damien are the same age and shit. I don’t really remember how old he is but for the sake of fanfiction let’s age him up to 18 (or down I looked it up and it said he was 37? I have no idea where that info was from comic are confusing)

Warning: Y/N swears a lot and makes a like one sexual joke? _________________________________

One minute you were in the greatest, most magical place in the world: Six flags. And the next you were in the sewer. To say you were pissed and totally confused was an understatement. Those funnel cakes by the entrance were calling your name- you were gonna get one before you left! Now instead of that sweet cake smell it was replaced with the smell of shit and piss and whatever else lived in the sewer.

Sixflags was suppose to be relaxing- doctors orders. You just needed to relax and distract from-

You were in the sewers. You dreaded to think about what you may have stepped in while on your quest to find a manhole cover.

So yes, you looked like an idiot in a Superman cape carrying a Wayne enterprises mug wondering around the sewers. The mug was half off and made you feel like you existed in the world of DC instead of the regular merchandise… and the cape was because who doesn’t get a cape when they go to six flags? Or at least bring the cape they already bought with them. Looking back, you blamed the mug. Anyway, you were wandering around this horrible sewer with water greener then green. It seriously looked toxic… when you heard this horrible roar…

You glanced back from where you came- looking towards the sound, when you heard it again. So, like any sane person. You broke out into a sprint.

Bad ideas, because it heard you and was coming closer now.

You seriously doubted you would be able to outrun this thing for long. It was getting closer and rapidly. But, thankfully, luck was on your side- because you saw a manhole cover!

Climbing the ladder you pushed the thing open-

Only to almost get ran over by a fucking car! “Watch it!” You cursed at the speeding car, a certain finger proudly in the air as you climb out. Momentarily forgetting about the creature that was chasing you. Remember that you slammed the man hole cover shut in a hurry.

But, did you think you could compete with some monster when it comes to the battle of strength? Yeah, didn’t think so either. It blasted the manhole cover off of its neat little spot and you hurry back and away from the road. “What the- oh my god.” You breath in relief when the thing was too big to actually climb out of the sewers. “Killer croc… okay… I’m losing it… whatever it is…” you try and breath out to collect yourself but you were interrupted by the sound of a very angry lizard man… thing. Crocodile? “Okay fuck off!” You shouted angrily at the villain and rip your cap off. “Abusive aunts or some shit is hard but by god your annoying!” You huff and run away because that just made him more angry and you didn’t want to stick around for that.

You did run away while waving two fingers at him, each from the middle of two of your hands but that was neither here nor there. You just needed to walk away and clear your head-

And…

You bumped into someone on your little escape. A chest of a fucking cosplayer. “My day couldn’t be going worse- oh my god, Fuck you Comic Con nerds!” You swore at the boy in black, red and green. “Six flags was suppose to be fucking relaxing!” You swore at him and turned away to go the opposite way only to bare witness to the snarls of a certain croc

“get back here!” He made the fucking ground shake.

“Fuck you and your shitty Damien cosplay, I am out of here.��� You turn and ran from him only he to met with the silhouette of a bat… man, it was fucking Batman. “Oh I wonder who it is? Bruce Wayne, no fucking duh, Go fight the idiot on acid and leave me out of it.” You hissed because you were cornered. You tend to lash out when your cornered. He approached you quieter now. “…Oh um, I’ll take the crocodile, thanks.” You spoke as you backed up only for him to make the ground shake harder-

“Fine! Boy wonder then god damn. At least he’s hot!”

“How do You know our names?” Boy wonder piped up. He was suddenly standing beside you.

“Are You dense or really into role play?” You hissed at them. “I don’t know what kind of budget your little prank crew is working with but screw off!” Just then the crocadile managed to ruin the ground around him and break free- resulting in Batman and Robin to fight him and you-

The sane one to run away, “I’m so suing six flags for this- didn’t sign up for their fucking role-play shit.”

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Okay, so after adjusting. You were no longer in six flags- nor some rich nerds cosplay special effects whatever. Hell you didn’t even somehow end up on a movie set shooting for the next Batman. “Gotham more like god dammit, right?” You joked to yourself, and the old women next to you. She just looked at you weirded out and oddly disappointed before shaking her head. “Okay, Fuck me then.”

So, yeah, you were feeling a lot of emotions. Hey, you can adjust to this! Because no way in hell was getting back to your world worth being involved in whatever episode or comic plot this whole thing was. Yeah no, fuck that. You made a checklist.

1. Get out of Gotham (metropolis was lovely, Superman was cool-)

2. Get enough money to fuck off to some corner of the world no one knew about.

And finally 3. Live peacefully knowing you’ll never get that funnel cake.

The only problem? You didn’t have any money, food, shelter, phone, money again, or anything besides the clothes on your back. And you were craving funnel cake. Yes, you were poor in Gotham. That was basically a death sentence.

At least you had a mug. A stupid, useless mug. Hey, at least you can beg for change with it! “I should rob people.” You mutter to yourself because, that seemed like a good easy way to get money- the old women next to you however eyed you warily and moved her purse. “Not you, we’re cool Margaret.” You sent her a wave and a wink and got up. This plan would work.

It was this or sell the Justice leagues names to villains. Which- hey that could make cash and make you dead!

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Despite what people will tell you, stealing is fun.

Who would have guessed- your a natural pick pocket! If pick pocketing was running past women and tugging their bags away. “My bag! My purse!” Okay, maybe you had a bit of a sick sense of humor but you were desperate! And you made 132 dollars and 25 cents. Had it been two days? Yes, had you been pepper sprayed twice? Yes again, but you avoided it!

The only regret you had? Why hadn’t it been marvel? Marvel just seemed easier to live in. Yes the world did end but it bounced back! You sighed and threw a penny in the air. You were honestly tired. Two days was a long time to go without a bed. You couldn’t get a job either, you tired and needed so much to prove you were a serial killer or a thief- which included a birth certificate you didn’t have and so much more. Background checks would be the death of you. Even at that small cafe you met Margret? Yeah it was Margret. “Well we’ll well, if it isn’t Gotham’s newest petty criminal.”

You dropped your penny. Leaving you with 24 cents.

It was Jason fucking Todd.

“If I die, at least make it by those thighs.” You said solemnly, accepting your death. “I mean seriously, you squat or something?” You did a wolf whistle and now you were being detained. Okay, you tried.

You never claimed to be better then a man. And if you did you lied.

“I got her B.”

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“Banananannaan Batman! Da Na!” You sang as Batman’s Batmobile pulled into the bat cave. The same one you had been dragged too. “He’s the crime fighting vigilantes who works alone! Besides Robin, Nightwing, Gordon, the Justice League, batgirl, Red Robin, red hood, Oracle, Barbra, um… I know theirs more help me out jay bird?” You sang as he excited the car. “He refuses to kill the joker who’s a mass murder ands death would save thousands! It’s Batman! The hero man! Danananana!”

“How do You know?” Batman asked as he walked towards you.

“The Song? Oh I improvised. Hard to find rhymes for Batman, hero man is pretty good though, huh?” He fucking punched you! “Fuck! What the hell dude? Wait are you the angry Batman who’s quieter or the nice Batman- god it’s so hard to know which one I ended up with.”

“This is serious.” Dick Said as he grabbed Batman hand and pulled him away from you.

“Heard of coping? penis?” You rolled your eyes, “this is kinda how I do it.”

“You sold our information, or Superman’s information too a villain. Tell us why and how you knew it and we’ll let you go.” He continued, “our friend is in serious danger now because of you.” He gritted his teeth looking upset.

You just rolled your eyes and licked your now bloody teeth. “Would have sold your guys information for a lot more then I got on me. Living large with eight dogs- maybe cats? Don’t know how I feel about animals actually. Which do you prefer dogs or cats?”

“We need to know how many villains you sold us out too.” Dick said calmly, his face getting closer to your own. “Now.”

You smile and lean closer to him. “You free after this?” He backed away with a frustrated look and Batman put his hand on Dick shoulder. “Oh B is tapping in now- great!”

“Your the only person who knows who we are.” Another voice said you looked behind you and saw Damien.

“That you don’t trust. Maybe check your inner circles before punching a poor thief! God… you’d think the world greatest detective would fact check- oh wait isn’t the greatest a chimp or something? I’ve always loved monkeys- oh maybe I’d get a monkey for my pent house.”

“You have no family, no friends, no birth certificate- before last week you didn’t exist. There are no records of you being born or traveling to Gotham. Who exactly are you?” Batman leaned close to you.

You stayed silent, thinking of your options. "I was with a traveling circus..." You began, "Then one day someone rigged the equipment for my parent's routine and then batman adopted me, and that was how I began robin..." You spoke solemnly, you noticed how a certain blue suited bird man tensed up. "Aw, don't tell me we have the same backstory!" You accused the Nighwing, "well one of us is going to have to change it and I hate to tell you, but I make it work."

"She knows more about us than our names... or at least more about Nighwing." You heard a robin mutter, the red one.

"Okay being red was his thing” you look at red hood, “and you took it, so you have no place to talk about me and penis's copycat situation- Even though I totally did it first and he should change it." You nudged your head towards Red Hood, "Kinda like how you took his role as Robin, but you know what Ima stay away from that can of worms haha." You laughed awkwardly as Jason stood up from behind you and walked towards you menacingly.

"This is a Major Turn Off for me you know? The costumes just don’t do it- maybe if you strip-“ and your mouth was tapped shut.

_____________________________________NOTE: Y/N is supposed to be Deadpool coded because I was watching Deadpool and laughing my ass off earlier.

[xxsugarbonesxx]

retired!Miguel rambling

🩷 I love domestic Miguel he is my everything

i guess this is head canons??? idk i just wrote what i thought felt right lol

mostly fluff, some smut, no gender is specified for reader,

though it doesn't go into depth, pregnancy and pregnancy sex is mentioned so read at your own risk 🩷

MINORS DO NAWT INTERACT!!!!

Miguel is naturally warm, his skin is so soft and warm. He smells like firewood and citrus, trust. In the winter you’ll lounge over his body like a seal on a rock in the sun. In the summer, you drag the kiddie pool from the back and fill it up. Dipping your feet in the cold water while you two watch the kiddos and dogs play in the sprinklers. 

He makes chunky babies. If you have the ability to get pregnant, most people will assume you’re having twins ‘cause how big your tummy is once you’re with child. But you just got one chubby little babe in there, and then they’re born with a whole head of their papa’s coffee colored curls. 

Piggy backing off the previous: once he gets out of his office in the Spider Society, leaving the Spider Man role behind, he’ll gain some weight. He’ll get that daddy pooch/dad bod going down, his pubes thick and curly. A whole forest is growing under his pudgy tummy. He doesn’t think shaving is that important once he’s settled down and has his kids but is willing to shave if that’s what you prefer. 

He did do the thing where he shaved his face completely to show the baby when they were around five months old. Popping out from behind the corner to show the babe his clean shaven face with you filming it. It all ended with all three of you crying and snuggling with the baby once they started sobbing and screeching since all they’re tiny life they’ve seen their daddy with a neat, salt and peppery beard.

And if you CAN’T get pregnant, (whether you’re amab or infertile) bro will be going at it with you like an ANIMAL. He’s got fat breeder balls, full of hot, sticky cum to pump into your needy hole. Once he’s cum, he’ll give one last thrust, nice and deep into your gummy walls. Plugging his semen deep inside you, keeping it there. After care in this instance is nonexistent, since he falls asleep on top of you, still deep in your guts.

He just likes touching you, if you’re alone in the car, waiting at the red light. His palm travels up and down your thigh absentmindedly as his eyes bore into the stop light. (He wears those glasses that turn into sunglasses when he goes outside, argue with the wall) Maybe he’ll get brave enough or the light still hasn’t changed for awhile, his hand will dip under your shirt, his thumb pad playing with your soft nipple until it hardens.

As long as you’re alone, he’ll have his hands on you. Six times out of ten it leads to actual sex.

I don’t think of him as a god in bed really, he’s just a guy. He’s gonna do what he thinks you and him are gonna like (what you want will always be top priority for him I know it) Acting on lizard brain, he’s gonna do what he’s gonna do without much thought beforehand. He couldn’t edge you to save his life, if you’re whining or crying, he’s just gonna let you cum, he just can’t say no to you. :(

Foreplay is always important to him though, mainly just because I want him to rub my back, I think he’d go for the whole massage thing. Spending a good amount of time rubbing and massaging your shoulders, back and cunny/cock. His hand is so big, he’d be able to grip the space between your thighs with one hand no issue. Rubbing back and forth until you cum from his hands alone. He likes to have you cum at least once before he’s actually inside you. He’s a gentleman after all. :))) His favorite positions are full nelson, side fucking, doggy style (I will die on the hill he’s more of an ass then a titties man I don’t care!!!) and face sitting.

If you can get pregnant, pregnant sex is even more tender and loving. Usually taking brakes to pepper your body and face with little kisses. 

@cupcakeinat0r wrote a tasty yummy fic about growing old with Miguel, and I’ve had that stuck in my brain since then. Around his forties, Miguel’s really mellowed out. He’s not as a perfectionist or cold and irritable as he used to be. Having kids has helped him calm more, having a more relaxed approach to problems now. Then his quick to anger, slow to calm back down personality when he was acting as spider man. Getting married and having kids has helped him realize that he doesn’t have to be the tough guy in the room. Though his kids are just as stubborn as him now. 

I love the domestic potential of Retired!Miguel, you two having a song, that’s your song as a couple. Cooking dinner together for your little babies. Having a show you two watch an episode or two of after putting kids to bed. Sitting on the couch, your legs over his lap, drinking wine with a kids movie on as your makeshift date night. 🩷

[theresattrpgforthat]

Hey happy to see your back, what might you have for living among dinosaurs?

Theme: Dinosaurs

Oh my gosh answering this request is going to be so much fun! I’ve been hoping to do a dinosaur request for a while!

24XX Predators, by Dice Ghosts.

DINOSAURS ROAM THE EARTH! A terrible earthquake has struck the biggest city in the world, releasing prehistoric creatures that were trapped beneath the earth. After quarantining the area, a team of experts has been assembled to enter the city and meet this ancient threat.

Play as a team of uniquely skilled individuals venturing into a ruined city that has become overrun by dinosaurs. Using your unique skills and training, you will need to work together to survive this metropolis of prehistoric predators and complete your mission.

An homage to Jurassic Park, 24XX Predators brings dinosaurs to the big city, in a post-apocalyptic kind of adventure that pits the player character specialists against roaming giant lizards while trying to help hapless bystanders as best as they can. Like many 24XX modules, Predators includes some special rules about being hunted by dinosaurs - are you prepared or ambushed for them? - as well as team mechanics that allow the group to do something called Scatter. When you Scatter, each player thinks of a number between 1-3. If all of the players are in sync, they’re able to help each-other. If one player disagrees, their action is hindered.

If you want a game that has your players feeling confident and you also like picking up small toolboxes with a few neat pieces in them, I recommend 24XX Predators.

Predation, by Monte Cook Games.

Welcome to the Cretaceous. Our ancestors won’t climb down from the trees for another 66 million years, but here we are now. Time travel seemed like a good idea. Exploring the ancient world. Building. Creating an entire society here in the jungles of our primordial Earth. Until those SATI guys messed it all up.

We’ve got gear. We’ve got guns. We’ve even bio-engineered a few dinos to our liking. And that’s good, because we’ll need it all to survive. History says there’s an asteroid headed our way, and there’s no one left alive who knows how to get back to the future.

Predation uses the Cypher System, which means that includes all of the typical neat tricks like spending points to increase chances of success, and one-time use items that are super powerful yet hyper-specific. It also has a really neat addition in the form of Dinosaur Companions - which are played by other people around the table.

That’s right, you’re making your own character and playing them, but you’re also responsible for portraying someone else’s dino pet - and someone else in turn is embodying yours. I find that this keeps everyone at the table more engaged as you play, because they have to keep track not just what their character is doing, but also what their dinosaur’s companion is doing, and it encourages players to interact with each-other whenever your dino decides to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong.

If you want adventure, a stunning setting, and friendship, then you want Predation.

Escape From Dino Island, by Sam Roberts and Sam Tung.

Escape from Dino Island is a thrilling adventure game about intrepid heroes trapped on an island overrun with creatures from a lost age—dinosaurs!

Players take on the role of everyday people who are brave and competent, but also in over their head. The game is designed to help you create the kind of stories that are full of action and suspense, but in which fighting is rarely a good option.

Will you escape with your life? And what kind of person will you become in your quest to survive? There’s only one way to find out…

This game isn’t so much about living among dinosaurs as it is about escaping them, true to form for media like Jurassic Park. The game is a PbtA short-form game, designed for 1-2 sessions. Setup is quick and streamlined, providing you with a map and a number of roll-tables to help you make choices about what can be found here and what is known about the island. You also have character playbooks and basic moves, two more tried and true elements of PbtA design. There’s a some really good resources for GMs here, including GM principles and moves, and a number of rumours and reasons for NPCs to be on the island, both nefarious and helpful.

Overall what I really like about Escape from Dino Island is that it knows exactly what it wants to be and uses all of its tools to aim directly at that experience. It’s meant to be punchy, adventurous, and full of mystery, but concise enough to play once or twice before you call it a day.

Sauritopia!, by The Griffin’s Typewriter.

Inspired by half-remembered episodes of Dinotopia, that 2000 movie Dinosaur, the Lindworms from Walter Moer's Zamonia series, and a peculiar cultural osmosis of spacefaring dinosaurs, herein lies the Lost Sphere of SAURITOPIA! Explore the streets of the Meteoric City! Argue with lumbering professors at the Volcanic Colleges! Or just add these intelligent dinos to your vision of the multifarious Spheres, hung delicately across the hump-backed sky!

You’ll need the Troika rulebook in order to use this supplement, which is mostly a series of dinosaur characters that players can choose from and some neat items and skills to use in a dinosaur-centred game. If you want to mix dinosaurs into an acid-fantasy setting, you can allow the player characters to choose from Sauritopia alongside the standard backgrounds, but you could also create a party of dinosaurs and then send them on a mission in the Troika sphere to see how they fare. As a personal fan of the boardgames Dinosaur Tea Party, I think it might be fun (or funny) to combine the characters of Sauritopia with the Troika module An Invitation to Dinner.

Diesel and Dinosaurs, by BasiliskOnline.

Is a rogue tyrannosaurus inciting panic in a local settlement?  Have velociraptors wandered into a neighborhood causing a safety hazard? 

Did an earthquake spook a herd of triceratops which are stampeding towards a local settlement?

Ride into the Parazoic!

Diesel and Dinosaurs is a powered by Charge RPG combining dinosaurs and post apocalypse settings and inspired by the cartoon Cadillacs and Dinosaurs and the comic Xenozoic Tales. Humanity has spent the last 600+ years in bunkers while the planet recovers from a massive climate crisis. Those bunkers began to breakdown beyond the mechanist's abilities to keep them running and eventually humanity began to return to the surface. They found a world once again reclaimed by dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals, and began working to settle this untamed land.

Powered by Charge, Diesel and Dinosaurs contains plenty of nods to Forged in the Dark, including action ratings, dice pools, and the use of Stress. It’s designed for high action scenes in dangerous situations, flexible in tone from Saturday Morning Cartoon to high-adrenaline action film to gritty survival. The game comes with a series of roll-tables for the GM for a number of different kinds of dinosaurs that might be out there, as likely threats, pieces of backdrop, and maybe even new friends!

I’d probably pick up a game of Diesel and Dinosaurs if I’m in the mood for a high-action cheesy 80’s flick or something in that ballpark.

Preshistoric Portals, by Harper Jay.

The portals opened a few months ago. Nobody knows who to blame - scientists? The military? Dark wizards? But it doesn't matter now. What matters is the dinosaurs came through and destroyed life as you knew it. This city, built by a massive life-giving lake, was like a beacon for the prehistoric predators. Only the sturdiest skyscrapers remain fully intact, but even they threaten to fall to the might of the dinosaurs!

Built on Breathless, Prehistoric Portals drops you into a ruthless world of survival and small moments of reprieve. You’ll move between moments of action and danger, throwing everything you have and the kitchen sink into getting from point A to point B. Then you’ll take a break, refresh your resources, and the GM rolls for or creates a new complication - and then you’re on the run again. A great pacing mechanic for high energy games, while still demanding that you keep track of your resources.

Dinosaurs & Man, by Cilindro Cubico.

Humanity faces a crisis when dinosaurs escape from the Triassic Safari zoo due to a corporate espionage operation.  Now, humanity must survive in a world where it is no longer at the top of the food chain. 

Players take on the roles of brave men and women who must confront dangerous dinosaurs and unravel corporate intrigues to save humanity. 

Get ready for an exciting and epic odyssey of survival and adventure!

This is another game inspired by Jurassic Park, so once again, while the dinosaurs are living among you, they certainly aren’t friendly. Task resolution comes in the form of a percentile roll, using a percentage to determine how likely success is going to be, and the player rolling 2d10 with the hopes of rolling at or under the target number.

What I think the neatest thing is about this game is the way it determines your inventory. You have to take everything you have in your pockets out and place it on the table. Those items are your inventory. Your characters might be specialists, but that doesn’t mean they have specialist gear on them - they’ll have to use a combination of their skills and their wits in order to get them out of sticky situations like a rampaging pack of velociraptors, or a hungry t-Rex.

Rex Arcana, by Five Points Games.

The West is a Wild Place and it's about to get even more Wild. You are a band of Drifters out to make your claim on the open Plain, spell slinging outlaws on the run from the law with hearts of gold and teeth as sharp as kitchen knives. You and your fellow T-Rexes will travel the high plains and prairies, fighting corrupt oil tycoons, train-robbing bandits and devouring innocent townsfolk along the way.

This is a game where you play as the dinosaurs, rather than the people running from them. Not only that, you’re rootin’, tootin’ shootin’ defenders of the people, fighting off train robbers and the big fat cats profiting off of oil. If you want goofy, gonzo, and gigantic lizards, you want Rex Arcana.

You Might Also Want To Check Out….

This 2022 Dino Jam.

The Cavemaster RPG and it’s supplement, Dinosaurs of the Lost Valley, by UNIGames.

Camp Cretaceous, by Zozer Games.

Dinos and Lasers, by TassAllgood.

[uncharismatic-fauna]

What's your favorite snake overall? Favorite hot snake? Favorite constrictor? Favorite misc category? Favorite arboreal lizard? Favorite aquatic herp? Favorite turtle? Favorite birb?

Ah, now here's something that's right up my alley!

My favorite snake overall are probably garter snakes, just because they were my introduction to herpetology- every spring when I was a kid I'd go out to catch them and beg my mom to let me keep one (she said no).

2. Favorite hot snake-- not sure what you mean by this one; there isn't a group collectively known as 'hot snakes'. But I've always had a soft spot for the gaboon viper!

3. My favorite constrictor are anacondas for sure; I love me a big wet noodle

4. Favorite misc. category (of reptile) are frill-necked lizards! I used to have a stuffed animal of one that I slept with every night.

5. Favorite arboreal lizard: Probably iguanas. I don't know why, but there's something about those huge scales on their cheeks that really appeals to me.

6. Favorite aquatic herp: Sea snakes! They're just so crazy!

7. Favorite turtle: This one is really hard; probably a tie between the Asian forest tortoise and the Mojave Desert tortoise. I've had the opportunity to work with both, and they're just so neat!

8. Favorite bird (I will say (and I know this is controversial) that I don't think that birds and reptiles should be in the same category. But I digress): Again, this is a toughie, but I get really nostalgic for red-winged black birds; I'd hear them all the time growing up, and they have such a distinctive call.

[adobe-outdesign]

have you reviewed the techo yet? i like their big ol feet

Techo are pretty underrated pets; maybe I'm just biased because I have a deep love for geckos, but they're cute little guys with nice, simple designs. They're not technically that different from actual geckos in terms of anatomy, having the distinct sticky toes/fingers, large bugged out eyes, and big tails, but being bipedal instantly gives them a bit of flavor, and I like the way their tails stick straight up and have a naturally wiggly look to them.

Another thing that helps is their markings; they have these subtle swirls on their limbs, but they also have a few spots on their heads (typically red, though it varies when painted). There are plenty of geckos that have spots like this IRL, though the one that immediately jumps to mind is the Madagascar Giant Day Gecko:

My only issue with their basic colors is that the cream-colored underbelly feels a bit low-contrast, and doesn't always work well with the base colour. I kind of feel like something more colorful would've been better; either a lighter tint of the base colour or a yellow to match the eyes. This isn't a big deal though, as most paint brush colours change this anyway.

Conversion was sort of a mixed bag here; on the one hand, I like the anatomy of the converted version better with the better-proportioned arms, thicker tail, better-placed/bigger spots, and improved flow to the overall body. However, it also lost a lot of its personality; the customized version is just kind of there, while the unconverted version is delightfully cheerful and easy-going.

Favorite Colours:

Faerie: The UC/styled faerie Techo is amazing. I love that they didn't just slap generic butterfly wings on it, instead opting for some ruffled, folded wings vaguely reminiscent of something like a frilled-neck lizard. They fit the gecko base perfectly and the way they run all the way down the body is really cool. The light yellow body is then contrasted not only with the lighter blue wings but some darker blue spots that kind of invoke the default ones on the Techo's head, which makes it so the body isn't just a generic yellow Techo base. Beautiful stuff.

The only con is that the converted version sucks; not only did the markings change slightly for the worse, but the wings are both too light and no longer run down the tail like they used to, resulting in it looking 10x more generic. Defiantly go for the styled on this one.

Woodland: I've already talked about this one before so I'll keep this one brief, but the woodland Techo is really neat; it's based on the leaf-tailed Gecko, which is both thematically appropriate and makes for a neat visual. The leaf tail and underbelly are integrated pretty well, and I like the more subtle color palette for this one.

Maractite: The Maractite Techo does a fantastic job of integrating the Techo's natural markings into the design; not only are the arm and leg swirls present, but also the spots on the head, all detailed and seemly integrated with the rest of the body markings. There was also a lot of though put into the intricate flow of the markings on areas like the tail, and the plain underbelly has a wonderful hard polished rock texture to it.

BONUS: The toy Techo is one of those sticky gecko toys, and like the Maractite, has a great texture to it. The concept is fun, and I like the use of neon-bright color here. My only issue with it is that the tail feels disconnected from the body; I think it being green would've solved that issue, especially because there are three colors competing here already (pink, green, and red). I'm also not a huge fan of the spots here, as they look weird with the raised texture. The rest of it is pretty delightful though.

[genopaint]

Been in a big Axel the Alligator mood lately so I redesigned some characters the last couple days and even introduced a new villain!!

Here's some of the notes I included about them all from twitter :) it's below the readmore

To go along with the new Axel the Alligator arts I did a bit ago, I figured I should draw the No-Name Grunt again! I gave them a bit of a make over from last time

Most notably their suits are now purple to match Camilla the Chameleon's, since they are her henchmen after all!

If you don't recall, these are basically Axel's goomba. The basic bottom of the barrel enemy the main characters fight. They're all a part of Camilla's seemingly never ending gang. They all follow her every order because they're obsessed with her, but she can't even be bothered to remember their names. Thus, the No-Names. Instead, they're each given a numbered belt and she just calls them by their number.

There's TONS of No-Names, that's why there's even color variations for the grunts you encounter. But there's even different classes of No-Names.

Like bruisers, fliers, stuff like that. However, I want to redesign them a bit more cause I wasn't 100% on their old designs. SO you'll have to wait and see if I bother with them. But you get the idea, the grunt kind of represents the whole army of underlings anyway.

Oh, and of course... No-Name 10,000. The super special ultra rare No-Name encounter. When you defeat it, it drops TONS of gold and exp!

Also some really quick sketches for some of the other No-Name classes with this suit redesign. I think it's cute they're all kind of matching but now I worry maybe they're not unique enough? Before their suits were all different colors... idk... Much to think about...

It's gonna be a WHILE before I get to make an Axel the Alligator game so I'll keep thinking on it lol

And of course there's probably gonna be a lot of No-Name enemy types it all just depends on what I would want / need for each game I suppose lol.

They're like Badniks, they reuse a lot of old ones but new ones or variants could show up wherever it's needed

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And of course, where there's No-Names, there's the No-Name generals! Similarly, Camilla doesn't care to remember their names. But they're juuuuust important enough to be allowed to command her underlings when she's off doing more important things.

Uno the Uromastyx is Camilla's original #1 super fan, and as such is the leader of the generals. He's a bit stuck up and loves to wave the fact he's #1 in the others faces.

Dos the Daboia is a bit of a loser and is ALWAYS panicking. He's constantly worried his suit is too blue.

And Tres the Tree Lizard is a chaotic girl who loves explosives. She's constantly building bombs to create chaos. Whenever the No-Names use explosives, they're probably her creations.

They're the ultimate undying loyalists to Camilla, and they all HATE Carnage and Behemoth because the trio was there first and yet Camilla makes Carnage and Behemoth her right hand men. Out ranking even the No-Name generals.

But of course, Uno, Dos, and Tres stand no chance at ever beating either of them. Even if they gang up on them.

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Two more Axel the Alligator characters! Sol the Saurus I've shown before and has a shiny new redesign. But Ceaser the Ceratops is his brand-spanking-new rival!! Pretty neat!

These two existed from before the meteorite came... What on earth are they doing in present day???

Sol fights with a giant sword that builds energy as its swung, and Ceaser fights with a giant shield that builds energy as its hit. They used to be allies but that was a long long long time ago

Also I'm not 100% on Ceaser's design or name so don't be surprised if I touch it up

Also here's an updated height chart with the No-Names and these dinosaurs. Again it's not 100% accurate but it gives an idea (Behemoth IS taller than Dos it's just a bad pose I promise)

also a comparison with some short guys in front of the dinosaurs :)

My concept is that Axel characters don't really stop growing as they age (which I believe real reptiles do the same thing?) so since these dinosaurs are from ancient times they'd have grown a CRAZY amount in the mean time. idk

[zzthekaiju]

Best of the Reptiles in Media - 01 - Godzilla (Monsterverse)

I figure that while I'm using this blog, I might as well post my ramblings on a subject dear to my heart: That being the representation of reptiles as characters in media. And not just villainous or vile ones like we're so used to. I'm talking about ones that inspire me. The ones that are legitimately compelling to me. And these posts are an excuse to espouse why.

Plus, it's just fun. You can thank the likes of @tyrantisterror and @bogleech for inspiring me to do these.

So who better to start with than with the lizard who's been an inspiration to me for almost my entire life. That being the one known as Gojira. AKA...Godzilla.

This is the one character in these posts who probably needs no introduction. Ever since his debut in 1954, the walking embodiment of the horrors of nuclear war, among other things, has been nothing less than an icon. This is the beast people think about when they hear "giant monster" or "kaiju". This is truly the King of the Monsters.

My introduction to Godzilla was a children's book called "Godzilla on Monster Island". It was a fun read full of neat monsters living together and teaming up to stop an evil plan. And it left me wanting more. I wanted more stories of these fantastic yet friendly beasts being friends and living together while having fun adventures. Little me was a bit disappointed to find that Godzilla spent more time fighting his fellow kaiju and trashing cities instead.

The truth, as I would find out, was that Godzilla is never just one thing. He is a fun defender of the Earth. He's the terrifying consequences of our tampering with both nature and science. And in recent memory, he's been a lot of other things. But most of the time, he's either hero or mankind's hubris on two legs. To me, he was a giant dinosaur that could fire thermonuclear breath, and that was all that mattered. It was after hearing about the historical significance of him that my respect doubled.

Back then, I would tell you that my favorite Godzilla from a design standpoint was the 2002 version. Personality wise, almost every Showa appearance post-1964.

But in 2014, everything changed. In came a Goji that seemed to have everything I could ask for. So, we're going to look at the one that resonates with me the most. The Monsterverse version.

That right there is perhaps one of the most awe-inspiring entrances I've ever seen in a cinema.

Before the release of Godzilla (2014), the franchise had entered something of a slump period. The last film was all the way back in 2004, and sadly, the kaiju genre was still something of a niche thing growing up. Here in America, you either liked superheroes or real-life celebrities as a kid. If you liked monsters, let alone giant monsters, you were one of the weird kids. That, or one of the kids who never lost their passion for dinosaurs. But those were rare.

Then Gareth Edwards unleashed this film, and while one could argue that Pacific Rim (2013) got the ball rolling, THIS ultimately resurrected the entire franchise of the Big G, and got him a degree of general respect from most film-goers (so long as you ignore the irritating internet drama regarding screen-time back then).

But let's get to the meat of this post. Why is this Godzilla so much better to me than the rest? A few things, really.

First off, there's Godzilla's role in the Monsterverse's narrative. For the most part, he is a guardian of the natural order, a means of bringing balance to imbalance. He is a metaphor for how nature is capable of righting itself, and how we either have to deal with it, or live with the consequences. In practice, Godzilla ends up going up against almost every monster, most of which are only a threat because we awakened them/created them. Yet despite this, he doesn't go out of his way to destroy us. He's not mindlessly destructive or particularly vengeful either. He knows we're a part of the world too. We just tend to grate a bit more on his nerves because of how much we screw up. If there's one thing this series isn't afraid to show, it's that...well, "the arrogance of man is thinking nature is within our control, and not the other way around."

Design-wise, this is one of the best Godzilla's around. He's bulky, has a killer stare, and there's something oddly endearing about how...well, meaty he is. He's like if my aforementioned previous favorite design, the 2002 one, put on both a lot of muscle and weight. It also ties into his fighting style, said to have been inspired particularly by bears. Even the sounds associated with him are amazing. From that hype-inducing charge of his thermonuclear breath to what might be the best rendition of the classic roar.

Then there is the body language. This Godzilla's usual gait is slow, almost plodding at times. He shows clear signs of exhaustion in some scenes. What he goes through is hard, and his job is even harder, but he still does it. It really helps sell his personality most of the time.

Part of why I like the Monsterverse so much is that, for the most part, the kaiju are treated as characters in their own right (that's not to say they weren't in previous iterations, far from it, but it's a bit more pronounced here than most of the post-Showa stuff). Sure, some films in this verse are better about it than others (more on that later...), but I like how you can glean what Godzilla is thinking of just by looking at his eyes. Of particular note is how they widen in "Godzilla: King of the Monsters" when Ghidorah gains the upper hand during the final battle, his absolute sneer of anger in the first movie when the male MUTO approaches him, or...this.

This scene. This one right here encapsulates so much of what I love about this iteration. Where Godzilla, dazed and thoroughly battered by both the fight with the MUTOS and having a building fall right on him, locks eyes with a tiny little soldier. You see a sense of tiredness, of pain, of acknowledgement, and maybe even a little wonder. This is not just some mindless beast fighting for its turf. It's a thinking being. And he's hurt. The most powerful creature on the planet isn't invincible, neither on the outside and definitely not on the inside.

And you know what? I've been there. There are times where I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world, that there are things too heavy to bear, and its suffocating. Godzilla constantly shows throughout the Monsterverse that his job as a living balancing act is wearing on him. He gets put through so. Much. Crap. From getting buildings dropped on him to being personally dropped from a distance above the clouds to watching his symbiotic partner/mate die, it's almost unfair how we're expected to not really sympathize with him as much as...I'll get to that later.

But he never gives up. Despite all the pain and fatigue, he gets back up, and he fights. And he fights. And he continues until the deed is done. Someone has to rise to the occasion, and it might as well be him. If not him, then who?

That is the biggest reason I resonate with this Godzilla. His awe-inspiring design is one thing, but he gave me the strength to persevere. I don't give up, because he never did. Never before had the Big G been such a hero to me. Such that in 2014 I found myself silently sobbing to myself when it seemed like he was dead near the end even though that was clearly not the case. It's hardly a surprise that I based my personal Godzilla AU on him, albeit with the more sympathetic traits dialed up. Stuff like this made G14 and KOTM some of my favorite kaiju flicks...

...which made it more than a little disappointing when Wingard took the helm and basically said "screw that, this is about the monke now!" Yeah, GvK is the weakest entry in the series for me for a reason. Godzilla's more redeeming qualities are buried under a narrative that clearly is not interested in giving him the time of day or even the benefit of a doubt. Both it and it's successor, GxK, are Kong movies through and through, and that means poor Big G is put out of focus.

I cannot tell you how much I HATE this idea that the only way a monster can be relatable is if it either looks almost just like us or is really cute. Yes, I understand the universal appeal, but they had such a good thing going for Godzilla! And they throw almost all of it away just so that they can make Kong look better by comparison.

Credit where it's due, these issues are slightly improved in GxK. It's not only firmly established that Godzilla is an overall benefit to the world for keeping the other Titans in check, but we get some interesting bits with him like how he instantly responds and prepares to answer the call of the Iwi and help them. It shows that despite his tenuous relationship with humans, there are ones he clearly gives a lot of thought to. And there's also how he makes the Roman Coliseum his own personal bed. Not only is it kind of hilariously adorable, but if you remember how in KOTM he had his own man-made temple, you get the impression that he has a bit of homesickness. That's the kind of thing I like to see! More of that and less "he's only ever angry and he only ever fights, character is for primates only".

Also, while the Evolved design has nice details, I WANT THAT GUT BACK! it just looks weird otherwise with that disproportionately skinny waist.

But thankfully, our prayers might be answered:

With GxK's roaring success (ha!), it's more than likely that the next Monsterverse entry will finally give Godzilla an overdue character arc that doesn't begin and end with "destroy everyone and act big and scary and nothing else". Just please make sure that he doesn't have to die to get that. There are plenty of ways you can make us invest in the guy's story without having to kill him. I WANT to see more of that emotional vulnerability teased across the movies. I want to see him come to terms with how he's been going about his job. And more importantly...I want to see a more explicit Mothzilla scene. A nuzzle and everything. But that's just me.

Whatever the quality of his current status, nothing is taking away how much I love this version of Godzilla. He's taken me out of some very dark places, and for that, I say long live the king.

Also, he brought Mothzilla into the public sphere and every Mothzilla pic made since is the cutest thing ever, so I just love him even more.

[legendofzoodles]

Who I think signed their name in this LU Chapter

Here buddy, lemme help you out (hopefully I got these right). From top to bottom:

Time

Figured he'd go first. They probably all went together to sign their names once the dust settled. His handwriting looks elegant, you can tell he used to practice a lot.

Legend

Could also be Warriors, Wild or Hyrule. Hear me out, the writing is big and not in the lines, but the pen strokes are really refined and pretty. Legend has been glued to Twi's side since he woke up, likely he rushed to sign his name and ran back up to finish the conversation they were having. Probably about fishing.

Four

Could also be Wind, but the pen strokes look a little more refined, what you'd expect from a professional blacksmith. Maybe he had to write notes with the swords he made explaining their quirks, what materials he used etc. Also didn't he go to school?

Warriors

Could also be Legend, Wild or Hyrule. But come on, guys look at how small that print is, indistinguishable from that inked by a typewriter. Captain's got his neat report font down to a science.

Wind

Could also be Four, but the pen strokes are bold, like he was pressing too hard, not familiar with the type of pen they had. He also wrote all over the lines, like the gremlin he is.

Hyrule

Could also be Legend, Warriors or Wild. I was torn between this being either Hyrule or Wild- question is who'd have the neater handwriting? I felt like Hyrule would, on a day to day basis, not be writing as much as Wild and probably has never had a reason to be neat in his life. So long as it can be read it's fiine.

Sky

Has...surprisingly unneat handwriting for a schoolboy- the pen strokes are pretty but he didn't stay in the lines at all! Maybe he just really wanted to go to bed.

Wild

Could also be Legend, Warriors or Hyrule. The pen strokes are refined- muscle memory from when he maybe wrote reports as a knight- and it would be in the lines had Sky not hogged too much space.

Twilight

I know Wild probably brought up the book for him to sign in the comfort of his bed but holy hell that is neat! Seriously, he barely escaped death, give him a whole page! Boy is clearly ambidextrous, no way he did that with the arm that almost got gnawed off by a shapeshifting lizard. Maybe he sharpened his calligraphy while in the Resistance?

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Thanks for reading! Any of these could be swapped around, and I probably got some wrong but I just did what worked best with my headcanons.

Masterlist

9th place in the LU character design ranking

Character analysis posts:

Hero of the Sky, Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Wild, Hero of Warriors

[scavenger-catalogue]

I gotta submit my favoirte scavenger, ID 79669! His name is Fire C. Raisens, and his accomplishments include having mouth-speared a red lizard. He’s just super cool. I think he looks neat. Might draw him some time, I love his red eyes and cool white mowhawk.

ID 79669

what a guy. miserable at melee but cracked at dodging with a fucking great reaction time too hello. big fan of those feathery white spines and big red eyes

Personality

● Aggression: 0.818139 ● Bravery: 0.9772992 ● Dominance: 0.8691589 ● Energy: 0.9700144 ● Nervousness: 0.5054079 ● Sympathy: 0.8556662

Stats

● Dodge: 0.9697575 ● Mid-range: 0.915171 ● Melee: 0.05418102 ● Blocking: 0.8423283 ● Reaction: 0.9734159

[reginaldqueribundus]

Star Trek is peak entertainment. every episode starts with the captain writing in his diary. flying around looking at quasars and shit. saying shit like “this entire society believes in impaling themselves on big sharp sticks, is it wrong for us to stop them?” everyone only likes classical music. horny as hell. getting trapped in the old west or sent to renaissance times every other week. fly past a weird nebula and suddenly everyone is trying to kill each other or singing show tunes or thinks they're King Arthur. your best friend gets turned inside out or morphed into a spider baby but she's fine after 1 doctor visit. nobody gets paid they're doing this for fun. everybody from Earth is American. always referencing stuff from 300 years ago. every alien is an incomprehensible blob of concrete or a regular guy with funny eyebrows. everyone's obviously gay but pretending to be straight. can only teleport out of danger when it's the most dramatic. every part of the spaceship can be reconfigured to shoot out reverse anti-tachyons or whatever they need. there's always a guy named something like Neeknork. they're technically in the military but they mostly look at neat rocks. spend the rest of their time going "please don't fight us we're just trying to look at these cool rocks". political entities are perfect socialist utopia, the Roman Empire if it was run by KGB Draculas, orcs, capitalism, Ayn Rand lizards, clone soldier theocracy and what if zombies were also robots somehow. half the show is just staff meetings. it's incredible and I love it

[donotbelasagne]

sorry to hear you're struggling man :( sending you love and happiness!! here's a question that I think about a LOT. if jeremy dyson's 'tlog but everyone wakes up with a tail' idea from apocalypse had actually been made, what kind of tails do you think the characters would have?

Yes!! I made notes during a work meeting lmao

Gonna be honest with you, did this purely on memory which means there's slightly more Reece characters than Steve/Mark, because apparently I don't remember their names (and I didn't want to go "that guy that bothers disabled people").

Chinnery - monkey. It would have a live of its own and it would fuck things up real time.

Judee - Horse. I mean. Look at her. Look. At. Her. Horse (girl) through and through.

Edward - hyena. Bit shit, bit cool. Maniacal laugh.

Tubbs - squirrel. She would throw it over her shoulder and pretend it was a scarf/pet.

Pauline - Badger. Neat, beautiful and stinky :)

Micky - goldfish. He'd be so happy with it as well.

Ross - chinchilla. Not truly a rat, but quite rat like. He would be so not happy with it as well.

Charlie - zebra. Gay version of a horse tbh

Stella - mermaid. No I will not take any questions at this time. Does it replace her legs? Does it need water to survive? Not telling you.

Barbara - Lion. She deserves it.

Harvey - lizard. Because toads don't have tails.

Val - chameleon. Like a lizard, but cooler.

Benjamin - wet cat. Doesn't matter what state he is in, tail always wet cat.

Pops - hippo. When he shits, it gets everywhere.

Bernice - dragon. Because I say so.

Herr Lipp - mouse. Prove me wrong.

Papa Lazarou - shark. Took me ages to come up with this one and I'm still not very happy with it.

Cave guide (can't remember his name soz) - donkey. I actually wrote donkey for multiple Mark characters, so I guess that's just his energy.

Hilary - cow. It would make him cry tears of joy.

Ollie - Peacock. Imagine how fucking annoying that would make him.

Tony - elephant. Purely and solely because he has a massive cock.

Lisgoe - chihuahua. Look at him lmao

Brian - giraffe.

Let me know if I've forgotten any big ones, because I've put zero thought into this. It was a great experience.

[misfiterators]

ok a for-realsies scug lineup now! I'm pretty sure these are the designs I'm sticking with ^^

some more details under the cut

Survivor: - the blank slate body type all others change up - albinism gives red hue to eyes - markings in monk's color - a few visible scars

Monk: - smallest slug - rounder features and shorter tail - markings in surv's color - lizard bite scar on flank

Hunter: - bigger than surv by about half-a-head - longer / pointier ears - muscular build - also has red eyes due to albinism - eye scar does not affect vision - tiger stripes - rot cysts starting to form at base of tail

Gourmand: - largest slug - rounder all-around - extra fat in neck ruff and tail - markings make them look like a glazed donut - smaller eyes

Artificer: - taller than surv, shorter than hunter - scruffy with missing patches of fur - long / pointy ears like hunter - longest tail - tail broken and healed crooked - blind in scarred eye - no markings other than scarring

Rivulet: - same size as arti - streamlined body - short snout and ears - big round eyes make for great vision in dark / under water - markings resemble irl aquatic animals - ear and tail fins just because I think it's cute - webbed fingers, but not toes

Spearmaster: - almost as small as monk - skinny - long / skinny ears - tail is the same size as body - spiky whiskers anywhere there's spots - head less round due to fused lower jaw - narrow eyes, probably not great night vision

Saint: - about the same size as surv - major floofer - short snout and ears - fur fades to yellow then white on ears and then also to orange on tail - whiskers fade to white from frost build-up - have not decided on what they look like with eyes open yet

Nightcat: - idk I thought galaxy nightcat was neat - basically same proportions as surv

Enot / Inv: - a touch of fluff - idr who came up with the heart marking thing, I thought it was cute - about the same size as hunter - just a little chubby

[plushietoon]

Thoughts on Cicada?

Send Me a Character!

SHE.

First impression ...I did not think much of her because I just only goofed off in Rhythm Heaven (Fever). The songs stuck with me but not the characters...except the Flipper Flop seals. Those guys are great. Originally didn't get the idea that Cricket and the spikey hair kung fu boy were the same dude until 2018 when my big WarioWare obsession hit. Did call the girl Firefly...that never caught on.

Impression now I like her a lot! She's not constantly in my brain worms but, I do appreciate thoughts that involve her. I still accidentally call her Firefly but I latched onto the girl when the Cricket Gold trailer came out. And then connected the dots that she could be the lil girl on the train..."ONE EGG". Need to draw her more.

Favorite moment GIRL'S BACK BAYBEEEEEEEE I unfortunately had that spoiled but...it was still nice to see her back.

Idea for a story Her and Cricket trying to babysit the twins. I like imagining how she would get along with the twins. ...It does not start out swimmingly.

Unpopular opinion I don't know...maybe it's the matter that I don't like the idea of her being romantic with Cricket...? But I've seen folks in agreement and disagreement with the notp. Also thank god for Move It bringing her back, I am sick and tired of people mistaking her as Mona or Ana.

Favorite relationship I've already mentioned that I liked her connection with Cricket. Long forgotten fellow student comes back for competition is neat. Again, would love to see her interact with the twins and Lulu. Especially Lulu actually...mistaken romance anyone? (disclaimer: I am not a fan of the crushy blushy Lulu has on Cricket. She outgrows it in my lore >:T)

Favorite headcanon She has a pet Guiro Lizard :3 A green one to be specific. Their name is Jiezou. Actually maybe she has both lizards...eff it, she does.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I want to ask what the Monkie Kid crew relationship with animals is? I know Sandy loves/is loved by cats, and there is a funny theory that I seen that Wukong is just an animal magnet. But what are your thoughts on this?

Wukong has Disney Princess-level animal magnetism. But especially towards Horses. Sun Wukong is barred from most derbies/tracks cus if he walks in, all the race horses will immediately trot over happily cus "The Bimawen is here!!" And he'll happily jump the fence to give every horse a petting. And yeah almost all wild animals (save apex predators) just feel happy around him.

("Havok in Heaven" 1961)

Macaque, despite his foreboding aura, often ends up swarmed by younger/baby animals. He pretends not to know why. It's cause he has shameless mom instincts. Even if he was considered an Outsider to the original Monkey demon troop, he was adored by the infants he cared for. Those said infants are now grown immortal monkeys who see him as their many-times great-grandmother. If Sun Wukong is the honorary "Grandfather/Yeye/Waigong Sun" (as said in JttW) to all monkey demons, then Macaque is "Grandmother/Nainai/Zumu Liu'er". A similar effect occurs in rabbits (decendants of the wild moon rabbits he knew when he lived with Chang'e).

Sandy ofc loves cats and has similar Disney Princess-energy towards wild animals as seen in "To Catch a Leaf". Also tarantulas - you know why.

Pigsy claims to hate animals, but he folds if a cat or dog even headbutts him. Makes a million excuses why he doesnt run off the alley cats the hang out outside the restaurant. ("They're good for pest control.", "Leftovers gotta go somewhere.", "Tang you're petting one right now." Etc).

Tang loves animals like cats, but its a 50/50 if they'll even indulge him. I hc that he's a little scared of dogs and large birds (cicada instincts), but will pet a friendly good boi if they make a good first impression. Thinks pet bugs are really neat and underrated (Pigsy has banned him from getting any).

MK loves dogs. He is pure dog loving energy. Will look at an immortal celestial warhound and ask "Who's a good boy?" and he'll most likely get a tail wagging. Also thinks turtles are mega cool.

Mei I hc wasn't allowed pets in the Long/Dragon household, so she can be over-enthusiastic when meeting new critters, and gets sad when they scurry off startled. Wukong has been teaching her some of his old Bimawen tactics though, since she really loves horses (literal horse girl energy) and was def the little girl who asked for a pony every birthday.

Red Son is def a lizard/bird parent. I love the hc that his fave animals are chickens, and could def see him having a loose hen in the palace (wearing hygenic birdy pants ofc). He also seems like he'd vibe with desert/hot climate reptiles who see him as a heat lamp. Towards cattle and big farm animals tho? His territorial bull instincts flare up and starts picking fights.

Nezha likes snakes. Don't look too deep into it. (They remind him of Ao Bing). Thinks cats and dogs are overrated.

Bai He. Cats cats cats! She loves them in all their forms. Big, small, fluffy, sphinx! Like Mei she can be over-enthusiastic, and often gets scratched/bitten by street animals she tries to befriend. Big cats seem to like her for some reason.

+Bonus au character: Chenxiang loves birds. Especially water birds. They remind him of his very early childhood when ducks, geese, and crane would follow him and his mother while lotus harvesting. Will not stand for goose slander. Will get swarmed by flocks of birds if left alone in a public park.

[sweetcocopowder]

Day Twenty Two: Deepthroat

Synopsis: Boone comes to a realization that he worries a little too much about the courier just before he heads off south to walk into hell itself.

Word Count: 3.4K

Pairing: Craig Boone/Male Courier

Warnings: Blow job. Deepthroat.

Notes: I got a bit carried away with this one hence why it's so long. i do apologize but this is just something I wanted to write, so I'm adding it to my kinktober list. Enjoy anyways hehe

The first thing the courier does when he’s in the presidential suite is crumble onto the floor near the elevator. He’s silent, head in hands and his normally neatly brushed back pomade hair scatters and falls everywhere. This is a sight that Boone has never seen. In their adventures, he’s seen the man angry, seen him hysteric with bloodlust, seen him overjoyed by killing legionaries. But this, Boone has seen this in the NCR. This is just pure defeat.

Boone looks around, taking in the suite. ED-E hovers close by, as if looking down at the courier on the floor. There’s multiple rooms and Boone doesn’t know where either of them go. He’s never been in such a place as luxurious as this. He swallows thickly, moving to the closest to his left. Inside, a large queen-sized bed is made up. Neat and clean and nothing like Boone has ever slept in. Yes, the Tops is nice but not like this.

He looks back over his shoulder with a small sigh, brows furrowing underneath his glasses. The courier’s old, worn coat flails out around him like some dead bird in the wasteland. He looks like it too. Unmoving, barely breathing.

“What’s the plan?” Boone asks gruffly.

The only way he knows to solve this, is to keep the courier on track. Keep his mind on the game. Keep that mind sharp that had him trek all the way across the wasteland to New Vegas for one man.

Yet, said man is now halfway across the Mojavi in Legion grasps and the courier is without any answers. And on top of all this, the Mr House is wanting him to trek down Benny to retrieve the Platinum Chip for him personally. The courier’s short temper had made a big fuss in the Tops, which had led to all this. Had gone in hiding his revolver inside his jacket and away from reception. Had pointed the gun right in Benny’s face and demanded answers. And somehow that lizard’s silver tongue had talked the courier down to continue their conversation somewhere else.

A conversation that never happened.

ED-E gives a beep, as if trying to get the courier’s attention. But when that doesn’t work, Boone steps forward in front of the man.

“Six,” Boone tries again, firmer this time.

Slowly, a singular brown eye rises to meet the man in front of him. The left is covered by an eye patch, that side of his face scarred and hollowed to the ear where Benny’s bullet had taken out bone and meat. Almost in the shape of a shooting star, but thinking of it like that would mean Boone is thinking about it too romantically. Benny was a shit shot, even up close. Hadn’t even hit brain Six had told him.

“I’m just thinking,” the courier mumbles, but both men know it’s a lie.

He rakes a hand through his dark hair, setting it back into place. He exhales shakily, but stays kneeling on the floor. His gaze drifts around the room, taking in where he is. He frowns deeply, as if finally realising just where they are. He runs a hand down his face again with a groan.

“The plan is,” Six pauses, eye flicking about everywhere until it settles upon Boone again. Boone doesn’t move, waiting for an answer. “Is that I go to Caesar.”

Boone grumbles an insult that children shouldn’t hear.

“Listen!” Six snaps as he stands up suddenly. Now he’s thinking. Now he’s planning. “We go to Caesar. All so that I can get to Benny. And then, batta bing, batta boom, we kill all those fuckers.”

His smile is too wide for his face and it makes Boone grimace more than the stupid plan.

“That’s suicide.”

Six groans again. “And when did that ever stop us? You’ll have a front row seat to seeing Caeser fucking dead at your feet!” He exclaims as he points to the ground dramatically.

The thought does sound… good. Yet as much as Boone is willing to die on the battlefield, he isn’t willing to play cozy with Legionaries to get that far. Six can do it. Become another person to suit someone else’s needs all to stab them in the back. But Boone can’t. He doesn’t have that bone in him.

“No,” is his final answer.

Six sighs loudly, his shoulders slouching. “Fine. It’ll just be me and ED-E then.”

Boone looks to him blankly. The sudden thought of Six going in alone leaves a dead pit in the bottom of his gut. Maybe he should go. Swallow his pride to make sure that Six is alright. It’d be a pain with after everything they’ve been through to know that he has just been killed by some Legion dog crossing the river.

Six doesn’t move though, seeing if his guilt trip is going to work in the slightest. He raises a brow, it lifting from under his patch.

“Are you sure?” Six asks. “You could cover my back from a ridge.”

Boone grinds his teeth before unclenching. But his heart squeezes at the sudden thought, the all to familiarity of how things could turn out. “I won’t be able to cover you once you cross the river,” he notes.

Six frowns, but it’s cheeky. “I’ll feel safer knowing you’ll be there when I get back.”

The sniper’s mouth thins. But what if Six doesn’t come back. He’s made a slave of Caeser and kept to his liking. The worry that settles deep into his bones rattles him a little. Such a worry and anger towards someone he hasn’t felt since- Shit.

“No.”

Boone’s voice sounds far away this time. And Six picks up on it straight away. His dark brown eye looks the sniper up and down, only for an instance. As if something has clicked, he holds up his hands and takes a small step away.

“I’ll bring Arcade,” Six inquires. He ventures over to another door but stops short. “I just need someone I trust before going into enemy territory.”

Boone sniffles a sigh. He should go with Six. Yet he can’t. He’s gotten too close. He can’t do this to himself again. It’ll end in more misery with someone like the courier.

The door closes behind Six, ED-E following him into the room, leaving Boone by himself to his own thoughts. He stares at the floor in front of him.

But who is he to judge? They’re both leading themselves towards their own death. Why go by yourself? Why not go with someone that’s willing to have your back and shoot someone for you. It’s such a rare thing in the Mojave that it was even rarer in the NCR. Six has only ever been helping. Ever since they met in Novac. It’s hypocritical for Boone to pull out now.

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The next morning comes too slowly. Boone doesn’t sleep a wink as if waiting for the courier to leave in the middle of the night. He stays out in the hallway, tending his rifle. Cleaning, taking it apart, putting it together and then repeat.

The clock hits 6am when the door opens and Six steps out. He’s put together the best he can. He sticks out like a sore thumb in New Vegas. The only neat thing about him is his slicked back hair that nestles at the back of his neck. Both of his revolvers are at his hips, covered by his duster coat. His singular eye widens at the sight of Boone waiting in the hallway.

“I honestly thought you would’ve headed back to Novak,” Six grins.

Boone steps forward, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. “We’re still stopping by at the Followers,” he grunts.

Six can’t help but smile. “Awe, you actually care, Boone,” he pouts, patting the sniper’s chest.

Boone swats his hand away gently. “Don’t push it.”

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Convincing Arcade wasn’t easy. He had exclaimed that it was suicide, which Six had agreed on. But with Boone with them, somehow that had tipped Arcade into going. The blonde had sighed, and agreed with a grumble into his palm.

Now it was just the long trek back down south. It was mostly travelled in silence but Six and Arcade had struck up conversation for most of the way. Dusk had rolled around slowly and Boone could feel it in his bones that he needed to rest. Get at least a few hours of sleep before the day ahead. But the entire time that they ventured south, Boone hadn’t taken his eyes off of Six.

Not even when they found an old abandoned shack that looked like no one had been in for ages. With a quick scope about, making sure that there are no gangs hanging about, camp is made. A small fire burns outside and bighorn meat is cooked until it’s dry and tasteless.

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“We’re just gong to walk in there,” Arcade goes over the plan for the fourth time in a row.

“Yes,” Six answers, for the fourth time in a row.

“And Boone is staying on the other side of the river?” Arcade asks for the fourth time.

“Yes.” Six answers for the fifth.

Arcade hums at that. “And you’re okay with this?” The man suddenly asks the ex soldier.

Boone’s brows furrow. “What?” He grunts

Arcade’s gaze flickers to Six who cleans his revolver. He’s solely focused on the task at hand, zoning out the conversation.

“I mean,” the Follower clears his throat. “You’ve been travelling with Six the longest and I know your thoughts on the Legion. I just thought you would’ve opted out for this. I’m just curious is all what Six had to do to convince you.”

Six stops cleaning.

Boone keeps his gaze fixed on Arcade. “He didn’t convince me,” he replies lowly.

Arcade swallows thickly. “Then you’ve just come to be friendly with Legionaries for the own sake of your heart?” He asks nervously.

“Woah!” Six calls out.

“Watch what you say next,” Boone snaps, suddenly becoming very defensive. Anger rises in the back of his throat and he tries his best not to reach over and strangle the blonde. What’s with this!? He’s never acted like this to Boone!?

With a level voice, Arcade replies quickly, “All I want to know is that you won’t be shooting Legionaries and causing chaos while we’re down there. I don’t feel like dying any time soon thank you very much.”

Six is quick to interject, “Boone won’t do that.”

“I’m not trigger happy like some fools,” Boone growls.

Arcade nods, but worry still riddles his face. Boone swallows thickly, his eyes never leaving the Follower. Has he seen something Boone hasn’t? Has he already figured it out on his own accord? The way that Boone protects and looks over Six when ever they’re beside one another? That he’s shot many people that want to harm Six? That’s he’s followed Six across the Mojave just so that he, himself knows that the courier isn’t getting into some trouble of his own?

So why wouldn’t Arcade be worried that Boone would do anything to protect Six? Would he truly begin picking off as many Legionaries as he could if he saw Six in danger?

The answer comes a little too quick for Boone’s liking.

Yes. Yes, he would. In a heartbeat. He’d take that shot if it would kill Boone again.

Boone’s anger turns to distrust and shame. He physically recoils into himself, glancing over at the Courier who stares into the fire with his singular eye. Many thoughts run through his head, Boone can see it in the way he furrows his brow. The flames heighten his angular features and sharp cheekbones. Boone could take a guess that before he got shot, he would fit right into Vegas with his handsome features. But now the patch gives him a rugged charm that many have swooned over. Maybe even Boone himself.

Boone swallows thickly, looking away quickly as if he’s been caught in the act. He flicks his gaze up to Arcade who meets his gaze.

At that, Boone stands up suddenly. “I’m going to grab more firewood,” he announces before leaving into the darkness.

He doesn’t trek far, he instead circles around to the back of the shack. He breathes in slowly, trying to collect himself. Why does he have to be going through this right now? Why couldn’t he have realized this at a later date? Not when he’s going to be watching Six walk into the literal gates of Hell.

“Boone?”

The sniper wipes around, spying the courier in the dark. Six leans up against the shack the wood threatening to topple over.

“You can head home if you want,” Six’s words barely reach Boone’s ears but he still manages to hear it all the same.

“No,” Boone snaps quickly.

He can’t see it in the dark, but he can imagine the courier’s brows furrowing. Can hear it in his voice. “If you’re worried about me, then there’s no need to be. I can handle myself even if I have a massive blind spot to my left. That’s why I’ve got you to cover me.”

Boone chokes on his words before he finally manages out. “I’m not saying you can’t handle yourself,” he grunts.

“Then what are you trying to say?” Six asks. “Cause you’re starting to worry me that you’re on the fence about this. First you say no, then you wait for me outside my door like some dog.”

Boone acts quicker than his brain can register at the word dog. His fists grip into the front of the courier’s shirt and throws him against the rickety shack with a loud thud. Six huffs, but doesn’t move. The moon is barely out tonight and Boone can only just see the black eye staring down at him. The courier looks ghastly, like some ghoul.

“I-“ Boone stumbles over his words once more.  He grimaces at himself. Got his ow insides doing a million things at once, a thousand things wanting to come off his tongue.  

“Use your words, big guy,” Six jabs a little hurtfully.

Boone scowls at himself. “I worry,” he finally gets off. “That you’re going to get yourself killed on my watch.”

He feels Six’s body relax under his grip. The silence goes on for a little longer than Boone is comfortable with that he lets go of the courier’s shirt. He’s probably ripped it even further than it originally is. But he doesn’t step away from him.

“I won’t be dying any day soon,” Six’s voice cuts through the night like an anchor for Boone to grab onto. “Some bastard s’already tried that.”

Boone snorts at that.

“If I had you to cover my back always, I’d walk into hell knowing I’d be meeting the devil,” Six says heavily. “Hence why I wanted you to come so badly.”

The sniper swallows thickly at that, staring at Six’s dimly lit face. Does he know what he’s doing to him? Does he know how much those words mean to him? A hand comes to Boone’s chest, and the courier can feel just how badly the sniper’s heart is beating. Now he knows what he’s doing to the poor sniper.

“You always talk your tongue off like that?” Boone scowls, but there’s not as much malice to his words as there is any other time.

“Only when I want to keep someone beside me,” Six murmurs.

The hand ventures up to Boone’s face, feeling and pawing in the dark. Boone closes his eyes as his sunglasses are taken off from his face. He doesn’t move as a second hand cups his cheek. He exhales softly, hoping that Arcade doesn’t come looking for them. Because he doesn’t think he’d have to ball to do this again. So when he feels soft lips brush up against his own in the dark, he’s quick to dive in deeper like a fish needing water.

He grabs onto Six’s shirt once again to pin him against the shack wall, not letting the courier out of his grasp. Not wanting him to leave. Six hums into the kiss, his stache tickling Boone’s clean shaven skin. It’s a kiss of pure need and want, a long time coming.

Six pulls away with a light chuckle on his lips. “Let me put those worries away,” he pants out as he hooks a finger into Boone’s belt. “Please.”

A shiver runs down Boone’s back and he holds onto Six a little tighter. “Okay,” is all he manages to murmur out.

And with that, Six falls to his knees. Boone lets go of his shirt so that he can rest a hand on the top of the courier’s head, his fingers loosely gripping into his hair. God, he truly hopes that Arcade doesn’t come looking for them now.

The clink of Boone’s belt is almost muffled to how loud his heart is beating in his ears. Six shucks his pants down just enough to reveal is cock. A quiet hiss escapes from between Boone’s teeth as a saliva slicked hand wraps around his cock, softly stroking him to fill out the courier’s hand.

He leans forward with a hand on the shack wall and grinds his teeth painfully. He tries to hold in the noises that threaten to come from the back of his throat, but it’s very hard. Especially when the courier’s hot mouth wraps around the head of his cock and licks under his foreskin as if he’s done this a hundred times before.

Boone clenches his hands into a fists but stops short, not wanting to hurt the courier as Six bobs his head, inching further down his length. He grips Boone’s thighs as he moves further down, gagging softly as the sniper hits the back of his throat. It’s been a good while since Boone done anything with anyone and he can already feel himself nearing the edge.

Six takes all of Boone with a soft gag, his nose pressing into his pubs. He hollows his cheeks and bobs his head lightly so that the head of the sniper’s cock hits the back of throat harshly. His grip on Boone’s thighs tighten as he holds his breath to pleasure the sniper. But he takes him all the same without complaint because the choked noises coming from Boone are a reward all in itself. He pulls off slowly, keeping the head of Boone’s cock on his tongue to inhale deeply through his nose. His hips stutter but he tries to hold himself off. If only he could see the courier on the ground before him.

Boone exhales shakily as he looks down at Six in the dim light. The courier spies up at him with his singular brown eye, watching Boone as he takes the entirety of him down his throat once more. The sniper bites into his fist as the other grips into Six’s hair. The courier hums at that, the vibrations running down the length of his cock. Boone’s hips stutter forward into Six’s throat, earning a few gagged and choked noises that have him worrying. But with how steadfast Six is holding himself to Boone’s crotch, he’s enjoying this just as much as him. With a wave of warmth and sparks through his body, Boone tips over the edge with a muffled cry. Six holds Boone still as he comes down his throat, drinking up every last drop with a choke.

He pulls off with a cough, trying to be quiet the best he can. Don’t need Arcade come looking for them in the night. Boone shakes where he stands, his mind fuzzy with the orgasm. If only he could see the grin on the courier’s face as he looks up at him. Maybe he has nothing to worry about.

Yet at the same time, this has just tipped Boone closer to the edge of being in the tight grip of a worry that runs so deep he might just run head first into Legion territory to save Six. He truly is screwed. Or maybe he’s still coming down from the high of his orgasm. Who knows.

Six stands up to clash his mouth clumsily into Boone’s. The sniper kisses back between breathes, still trying to catch his own. Cause God knows he’ll hold his own until he sees Six step out of that camp alive and well.  

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