#i need to become legless

[cinnabeat]

obviously the solution to my knee pain is to scrunch up in a ball in my chair while hunched over taking notes. surely this will not exacerbate any ongoing problems

[polakina]

okay umm this might be a bit self indulgent because i am a switch (in bed) myself buuuut

rdr characters x reader (headcanons, but I will devour anything you write) that are leaning to dom side in bed but they get all subby and clingy when they are drunk [my love for guys that are a bit pathetic is uncontrollable],

or just, your take on how do you think they act when they are drunk...

[preferred characters are javier, sean and kieran but you can add/remove characters if you feel like it, as I said, I will devour anything😩]

- 🐊

nonnie...i feel like you live inside my head

i think about this CONSTANTLY

your wish is my command, nonnie. i don't typically write for sean and kieran but i love this request and want to make you happy <3

rating: mature

drunk thoughts, drunker actions

javier:

clingy to the MAX

hands all over you, even without thinking

he starts out innocently; a hand on your thigh, or his arm around your shoulder

but as the night goes on, that hand trails up your thigh, creeping higher and higher

the arm around your shoulder slides down your back, his hand tickling your spine as it settles at the globe of your ass

he likes to whisper little comments in your ear by the firelight when the whole gang is sat around listening to music, chatting amongst eachother

javier likes to see you blush, and the second that a drop of alcohol touches his lips, he becomes a fucking poet

his sex drive is through the roof, and he doesn't care that anyone's around to witness it

he needs you. and he needs you to know that

"javier!" you whisper, squeezing your thighs to stop his creeping fingers getting closer and closer to your underwear beneath your skirt. "you gotta keep your hands to yourself. there's people around." he smirks, kissing your cheek from where he sits behind you, leaning against the log for support, his legs resting on either side of yours. "come on, mi amor. i need you. you look so beautiful tonight," he whispers as his lips trail to your neck. it wasn't long before he'd managed to pull you away from camp. he managed to pull you to the tall bushes behind the stables before he lost all sense of manners to the gang. his hands were all over you. his lips kissed your neck, your shoulders, your lips as his hands undressed you. fingertips grazed up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt up to your waist. "god, i love you, mi amor," he mumbled between kisses, burying his face in your neck. you sighed, tilting your face to the sky, the bark from the wood digging into your spine but you didn't care. when javier was like this, there was no stopping him. and you loved it. he could go on for hours, like a dog in heat. fucking you until you were sweating and panting, laid there breathless and legless. you readied yourself for a long night. a long, long night

sean:

most confident when he's had a few drinks

the accent slipped out stronger and you loved it

he complimented you until your cheeks were red raw. to him, you were the most beautiful person in the world

acts confident in public, but that all melts away when you've got him alone

looks at you with these eyes that make you feel like all he wants is to please you

his sole focus is to pleasure you

"oh, my shinin' star! there she is," sean beamed from where he stood on top of the table. hosea and arthur sat at the seats in front of him, shaking their heads and laughing at the drunk Irishman swaying on the table. you stood there, a stupid grin on your face as you watched his sway to javier's music. "come on, honey," you coaxed him over with your finger. "before you embarrass yourself completely." he followed like a puppy, entirely engrossed in you. "aw darlin, we leaving the party so soon?" you smirked, leading him to your shared tent and sealing it shut while he sat on your cot. "the party isn't over just yet, Macguire." "oh sweetheart, you spoil me. this is going to be fun." he pulled you into his lap, hands roaming all over you. the confidence slowly left his features as you adjusted yourself on his lap, gently rocking back and forth. "the fun hasn't even begun yet, sean," you smiled, dipping your head to kiss him as he laid flat on his back, smirking for the evening to come.

kieran:

shy

a sweet shy boy

but feels a certain gust of confidence when he's had a few beers

always had more of a submissive personality in bed, but that personality turns up tenfold when he's drunk

will do anything for you. anything to you

all you need to do is ask

kieran is at your every beck and call

more experimental after a few drinks. wants to try more. do more. feels more adventurous with you

"you look really pretty," kieran whispered. you were stood together by the beer crate. you had wandered over to grab another bottle, smiling as you saw kieran. you kissed his cheek and leaned against him. "such a sweetheart, kieran," you mumbled, smiling to yourself. you were both a little tipsy, but not enough to completely lose focus. it loosened you up. kieran was always more affectionate with you after a couple of drinks. "want to...um...call it a night? head to the tent?" kieran stumbled out, his eyes glancing over frantically to wait for a response. you supressed a grin, nodding to him. "come on then, kieran," you took his hand, leading him to your shared tent. kieran had moved into your tent recently after dutch accepted him into the gang. it was the best decision you ever made. he followed at your feet, not even a step behind you. his brown doe eyes stared at you as you guided him to the bed, gently pushing him on. "what are you doing, doll?" you smiled. you loved that nickname he'd given you. "you want to call it a night, kieran?" you asked, leaning over, your hands on his thighs. it wasn't fear that flashed in his eyes. it was more excitement. mixed with a twinge of nerves. "or do you wanna have a little fun first?" his mouth fell open slightly, his eyes widening. "not ready to sleep just yet," he whispered. you chuckled, "didn't think so." not even javier's melodic singing and bill's less melodic singing could cover up kieran's sweet noises that came from your tent that night.

[munsonsduchess]

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire

summary: on a girls night out you meet someone unexpected w/c: 1,708 warnings: mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption (drink responsibily), p in v sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of the word pussy and cock, taking a stranger home a/n: so the bar mentioned here does actually exist, it's called Ballie Ballersons and they have locations in london and edinburgh and it's a lot of fun on a night out. we're also suspending disbelief and saying that there is no cost of living crisis and it's entirely capable for two people to rent a nice flat in central london and be able to y'know eat and go on nights out and stuff

(moodboard by me)

It hadn’t been your idea to go out tonight. You’d planned for a nice quiet evening on the sofa, the whole flat to yourself since Emma had gone to the fringe following some lad she’d met in a bar who she’d become besotted by. 

You’d settled in and had been browsing for somewhere to order dinner from when the group chat light up and sent out the bat signal. Lucy’s awful boyfriend, who you’d never liked anyway, had dumped her over Snapchat as it turns out he’d been seeing someone else on the side the entire time. So you’d abandoned the sofa, got dressed according to what everyone else was wearing and jumped on a train. 

Which is how you found yourself in a ballpit in a bar in Shoreditch. You’d all had neon face painting done when you arrived, matching of course, and someone had booked a VIP table which you were immensely grateful for, your shoes were cute, not practical and standing all night was not on your agenda. It wasn’t on anyone’s agenda really, especially since Denise had already pre booked an Uber home for everyone announcing to the group chat via voice message that the mission for tonight was to get as legless as possible as quickly as possible. 

Some of the girls had all congregated together before coming out and done pres but you’d insisted on eating something first. There was no way you’d survive the night without lining your stomach first. The days of being able to go out drinking all day and all night and still show up for an 8:00am class were very much behind you now.   

»»————-　♡　————-««

As the DJ blasted out “Dancing Queen” you’d all ended up downing your drinks for a group selfie and dancing in the larger mirrored ball pit. It was turning into one of those nights where you hadn’t planned on being out but you knew it was a great decision to answer the call. 

You were looking around for your group, trying to find someone and let them know you needed the loo when your cute, practical shoe stood on a rogue ball and you ended up laying flat on your back amongst the rest. It didn’t hurt and you were just laughing to yourself, of course you’d be the one who ended up falling over. 

As you tried to right yourself you couldn’t quite get your footing, little bit tricky when you were tipsy in a ball pit. That’s when you saw a man’s hand being offered to you, you grabbed hood gratefully and felt yourself being pulled up. Once upright you came face to face with a boy your own age with unruly curly hair and honestly the brownest eyes you’d ever seen,

“Y’alright?” he asked smiling, “I saw you go down, figured you could use a hand”

“I’m good thanks, couldn’t quite get my footing under there” you laughed, he was cute so you figured there was no harm in flirting a little. Although you couldn’t quite place his accent, you’d ask about it later maybe if you remembered,

“It’s a bit tricky” he smiled back, “are you out by yourself?” 

“There’s a group of us, somewhere” you scanned the ball pit and saw Jess at the far end chatting to one of the bouncers, ��bit of a crisis in the group chat this evening so we all headed out” you we’re about to say something else when the boy spoke again,

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Please”

“I’m not usually this forward, I just thought you were stunning and my mate kept telling me I should talk to you and stop being a wimp”

“Well then I guess it’s my lucky night” 

You both introduced yourself, the boy’s name being Tom from Cornwall who was up in London staying with some friends for a while.

You left the ballpit, gesturing to Jess on the way out that you were with Tom so if anything went pear shaped at least you knew someone would be able to come and save you. Or if things went well that someone knew you were gone and who you were gone with. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

With the rest of the girls on the dance floor or in the ball ours the booth you’d booked was free for you and Tom to sit and chat and get to know one another. You talked about the usual things, where you lived, where you worked, where you went to school. Then previous relationships came up and you noticed Tom seemed to not be as comfortable,

“I’ve not really seen anyone in the last few years. It’s all been causal y’know” he said, “just feeling my way” 

“Did something happen to you then?” you couldn’t help but ask, Tom seemed like a nice enough guy so you couldn’t imagine why it would be hard for him to find someone who wanted to be serious 

“Yeah. Things ended with the girl I’d been with for three years, I loved her but she didn’t love me back” he said with a sad smile,

“That’s awful. Well, her loss is my gain” you grinned moving closer to  him, “I mean, if you’re ok with running through London with a stranger” 

“Shouldn’t that be my line?” Tom laughed, his hand on your arm now

“You don’t seem so strange to me” by this point you were practically sitting in his lap, Tom didn’t seem to mind and closed the space between you kissing you gently, “let me find someone and tell them I’m not getting in the Uber home” 

“Sure. I’ll let my mates know the same thing” 

You found Amy first by the bar and let her know you were heading out. She laughed and demanded you put all the details in the group chat the next morning. She also made sure you were planning on keeping your location on. Just in case. 

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You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been with someone where it felt this fun, like you weren’t worried about faking it to make it end quicker, telling the person you finished when you didn’t just so they’d leave. 

Being with Tom felt like a whole new experience. He took his time to learn the curves of your body. Kissing his way across your chest, along your stomach, he spent what felt like an hour between your thighs, his tongue, his mouth, felt like heaven. It really seemed like he was the type of man who got off on getting his partner off. 

Tom’s hands grabbed your hips as he practically ground your pussy into his face, his nose rubbing against your clit as he ate like a man sentenced to die would eat his last meal. 

You knew he was bound to be hard, you’d felt it pressing against you while you’d gotten the tube home but he made no effort to relieve himself in any way. By the third time you’d cum from his mouth and fingers alone you wondered if he wasn’t in pain from denying himself relief all this time. 

If you’d thought Tom’s skill began and ended with oral you’d have been sorely mistaken. After grabbing a condom from your bathroom he returned, oftentimes a man can look ridiculous standing bare with just a condom on but Tom didn’t seem to worry too much about how he looked. 

When he sank into you it felt just as good if not better than when he was going down on you. A lot of men put stock in how big they are, exaggerating on their size and prowess but again all Tom seemed to be focused on was making you feel good. 

The tip of his cock brushed against your g spot with every thrust. He laid kisses on every inch of you he could reach, it was almost like making love instead of just fucking. You could tell Tom was the sort of person who wanted to experience all kinds of intimacy and it was obvious in the way he paid attention to your needs, constantly asking if you were ok, if something felt good. 

It was honestly one of the best experiences you’d ever had. Tom also made sure that you’d cum multiple times again before he finished inside the condom. It was something you’d never experienced with a partner, only by yourself. 

Him coming back with a warm washcloth after he’d stripped the condom off in the bathroom was new as well. Honestly you couldn’t believe a boy like this was real. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

You woke the next morning and expected to feel someone else in the bed next to you but instead heard someone rustling about in the living room. 

After throwing something on so you wouldn’t flash the neighbours you saw Tom looking around your living room for something,

“Lost something?” You asked, leaning against the doorway,

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. I can’t find my train ticket, I was gonna wake you when I found it” Tom said, looking sheepish 

“Oh. I mean. Yeah sure, but you know Uber eats delivers and I would murder an Egg and Bacon McMuffin. Unless you don’t want Maccas? We can go into town if you like” one the one hand you weren’t sure Tom would want to stay with you, he has told you last night he’d only been doing casual since his last relationship but last night felt … different so you kind of hoped he would. 

“Into town?” Tom asked, confused. 

“For breakfast” you smiled hopefully, you kind of hoped he was going to stay after all. 

“Actually, I’d murder a bacon and egg muffin myself” he returned you smile you honestly felt your stomach flutter at the prospect,

“That’s what I hoped you’d say”

It left you both with around thirty minutes to kill while the driver picked up your food and brought it around. When the knock on the door did come you both had to do your best not to laugh while the driver handed the food off to Tom and pointedly looked everywhere but at the very shiny lower half of Tom’s face. 

All in all a very successful night out but an even more successful morning after. 

Gonna tag the Eddie girlies incase anyone is interested:

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[alinalioness]

Security breach Chapter 12: That's how it should be.

Meanwhile, with kids kikoriki.

They came out of the ventilation and entered the arcade hall while disco music was playing. They were looking at the ceiling with a spiderweb pattern.

Krash: Is this really the DJ's room, in our case.

Wally: It is strange that there is also a stage at the top.

Chiko: Maybe it's because there's rock, and here's pop music.

Krash: And since he's bigger than all of us, we'll call him for help.

They immediately headed to the side where the DJ who was sleeping was lying on the stage.

Krash, Chiko, Wally and Rosa: Good evening, DJ! We need help!

Rosa: He can't hear us.

The blue rabbit noticed the lever and approached it.

Krash: And if so?

As soon as he pressed it, the DJ immediately stood up, but disturbing music began to play.

Chiko: Woke up... DJ?

The DJ saw Krash and decided to pin him to the wall with his hand, but fortunately Krash dodged.

Krash: What are you?

He started attacking them with his hand while they were running away and hid in one of the tunnels.

Wally: Strangely, he wasn't that angry.

Krash: He could be looking for us for a long time.

Rosa: Maybe he needs help?

Chiko: Hardly under such aggression.

Krash:(Have idea) What if I look at his head and see what's in there?

While the DJ was examining, Krash climbed on his head. The animatronic spider immediately felt on his head and decided to check with his hand, if not-

Chiko: Mr. DJ! (The DJ looked at him) What kind of music will there be for today? Pop or rock?

He immediately chased after him until the rabbit saw the hatch on the DJ's cylinder and opened it.

Wally: DJ! Let's have some fun!

Rosa: Just don't step on the arcade!

The DJ looked in different directions and thought about who to crush. Suddenly, Krash heard ominous laughter and was startled to see a legless Moondrop.

Moondrop: Gotcha...

Krash:(Tramples on the DJ's head) Hey, I'm on your head!

The DJ accidentally waved his hand at Moondrop, who fell to the floor without breaking. Krash accidentally fell on a purple lamp, which crashed and the DJ became himself. He saw Chiko, Wally and Rosa with concern.

DJ: Oh, my God, I could have pinned you down. And Where is Krash?

Krash: I'm on your head. It turns out that someone put a purple lamp there and you didn't become yourself.

DJ: Oh, my god, it's he.

Kids kikoriki: Who?

DJ: When it was time for our meeting with you, he snuck into our Pizzaplex and trapped him at the sewer level. And as soon as we came back, someone turned us off and we didn't become ourselves. Even when we're angry, we don't know if you're our friends.

Rosa: Poor animatronics, we need to help them.

Wally: It's good to have a DJ with us.

Chiko: And we know how to save them. But we haven't seen the rest of the animatronics except for the evil aLpha bots on Fazer Blast.

DJ: Right. (Put Chiko, Wally and Rosa on his head) Hold on tight, we're coming.

He started walking through the tunnels.

Krash: Does it have to be in the tunnels?

DJ: So as not to crush someone.

Meanwhile, with BWW.

They went up to the arcade and saw that it was too quiet.

Quad Cannon: It's too quiet and suspicious.

Balan: So let's stick together for now- (The movement of the mechanism was heard) What is this?

A kikoriki DJ comes out of one of the other tunnels heading for the exit. Characters from wonderworld get scared and hide in different places behind the arcades. The DJ immediately noticed them and stopped.

DJ: Guys?

Meanwhile, with Moondrop.

He sat discontentedly in one of the tunnels knocking on them.

Moondrop: He found out everything. If the others find out too, William is already in hell. (He noticed Cass near the arcade) Though...

Cass looked at the DJ and immediately recognized him until she heard a familiar Alina's voice. Or is it not her?

Alina's fake voice: Guys!

Cass: Alina! (Climbed the tunnel and took 6 steps) She's not here.

Moondrop: Of course, she's with her girlfriends (Cass gasped).

Before that, with the others.

DJ: Guys, I'm the DJ!

Krash: And we are here too!

The wonderworld characters were happy and came out of the arcades.

Balan: Thank God you were found.

Leo: Where have you been?

Max: Or are you like us hiding in the ventilation?

Krash: Yes, we hid there, and then we got to the museum, where the doors were suspiciously broken.

Chiko: And we also saved the DJ from someone's control, who put a purple lamp on.

Cal: It sounds suspicious.

DJ: Yes, it was William's doing. We replaced him underground and now he controls us, making Us evil. (I noticed that there is no Cass) Where's Cass?

Air Cat: And really, where did she go?

Balan: Calm, we'll all find her.

Cass: AAAH! HELP ME!

Others:(Worried) Cass!

The DJ put the BWW on his head and walked with them to Cass. Surprisingly, when they arrived in the creepy corridor, she was not there.

Others: Cass!

Air Cat: Oh, God, we missed that.

Irina: What if Vanny had kidnapped her?

Balan: We must save her immediately.

DJ: Right!

He almost stepped on it when he saw Oggy and Jack. In his hand, Oggy held the broken head of the alpha racer bot.

Balan: Oh, hi guys. What are you doing here? (Oggy gestures that they will fix the helmet for the race) I see.

Lance: Have you seen Cass?

The two cats shook their heads, but they heard someone screaming and an angry male giggle with a phrase about kindergarten.

Emma: She's in kindergarten where Sundrop is.

Krash: Thanks for the information. But it's worth saying that when you see one of our animatronics, break the purple lamp inside.

Lance: Because it is someone who controls.

Balan: Full speed ahead!

DJ: There is full speed ahead!

While they were gone, Oggy and Jack entered the workshop and, with the help of mechanics, fixed their head and went racing.

To be continued...

[loominggaia]

FUTURE LG STORIES EXPOSED: PART 2

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Please click the Part 1 link above for a full explanation. The following text contains MAJOR SPOILERS for the Looming Gaia series. For this reason I will place it under a cut.

Read at your own discretion!

ChroMight Technologies - The Freelance Good Guys are still in Zareen Capital, as their flight home got delayed due to sky pirate activity. They decide to visit Ojio since they're close by anyway. He's currently living in a crummy condo in the city. He shows them the project he’s been working on in his garage: the Mechaskema(™). He admits he borrowed a lot of money from the Kuzapa (Zareenite mafia) to make this prototype, but he needs a test subject to prove it works. If he doesn’t present something functional to the Kuzapa soon, they will break his kneecaps…or worse. He isn’t too picky about his test subject, but says they must be an adult person, not a monster or animal. There is a decent chance something could go wrong with this novel technology–including death. Once a person is locked into the Mechaskema, they can't remove it, so the volunteers must be warned beforehand. But if it works, it can enhance all of the user's senses, heal their ailments, and even extend their lifespan. The Freelance Good Guys offer to help him find a willing subject.

Ojio doesn’t expect them to find any candidates, but they actually bring him 4: A terminally-ill cancer patient named Nerio, a red elf. A poor, pregnant prostitute named Ditaphyra, a faun. A suicidal tech nerd named Lars, a human. And a legless, homeless, ex-Kuzapa goon named Siege, an ogre.

All of these candidates have little to lose and a lot to gain, so Ojio has a hard time choosing between them. He decides to sleep on it for a while. But then it’s too late: a Kuzapa goon is suddenly on his doorstep, and he’s forced to lock himself into the Mechaskema to spare his kneecaps. Luckily it works, and the Kuzapa goon is impressed enough to leave him alone for the time being.

The device is far from perfect, however, and it’s causing Ojio tremendous pain. His four candidates offer to help him work on it. In the end, they become his loyal friends and employees, and the Kuzapa give him enough money to purchase a warehouse where he can manufacture improved Mechaskema models. Each candidate gets one and their lives are changed for the better. Ojio is still in debt to the Kuzapa and probably will be for quite a while, but if he plays his cards right, his company will strike it big enough to escape their clutches.

Disgraceful Daughter - Disgrace sends Goryx on a mission to capture a priestess of Love and Light. Goryx decides to go the extra mile and capture a minervae. He goes to Taybiya and introduces himself to Patience, telling her he regrets joining the evil Crescent Cult and he wants her help to redeem himself. Patience takes pity on him and wants to help, but his ruse doesn’t fool High Priestess Hope. She tells him to go away and warns Patience that there is no hope for some people. Patience doesn’t believe her and tries to help Goryx behind her back.

Goryx eventually betrays her and uses her as a bargaining chip to capture Hope. Hope sacrifices her freedom to save Patience, and Goryx whisks her away to the Divine of Hate’s lair. Disgrace’s scribes deface her Tome of Infinity with hateful manifestos, written in the blood of tortured innocents. This corrupts Hope into a twisted minervae named Tragedy, who gains power from the suffering of others.

The Princess Slave and the Peasant Prince - The Freelance Good Guys get a contract from a Morite nobleman, who wants them to rescue his wife from bandits. They track down the bandits and find out their “captive” is Skel’s ex-lover, Jasenia. She secretly hired the bandits to  get her away from her terrible husband. Jasenia tells Skel she made a mistake and begs him to take her back. He is reluctant, still angry at her for betraying him in the past, but the Freelance Good Guys at least offer to take her back to the Hollow, as she has nowhere else safe to go.

Jasenia’s beauty quickly attracts attention in the Hollow. Skel rejects her at first, yet he can’t stand the sight of other men flirting with her, so he begrudgingly agrees to be with her again. Jasenia is happy at first, but then Skel begins treating her like a slave as payback for the way she treated him in the past. When she tries to stand up for herself, he reminds her of how much she hurt him, and she convinces herself that she deserves this treatment. Skel’s friends and neighbors take notice and they don’t like what they see. Several of them try to talk Skel into treating Jasenia better, and others try to talk Jasenia into leaving Skel, but neither of them listen and continue to trudge through this miserable relationship together.

Eventually the crew receives a relevant contract, and Evan decides that Skel is just the man for the job. A woman hires him to threaten her abusive husband into treating his family better, but by the time Skel arrives, it’s already too late. He witnesses a grisly scene that hits too close to home and shakes him to his core, and he rushes back to the Hollow.

Jasenia decided to give up on their relationship and began packing her bags while Skel was away. He comes home early and catches her just in time, promising to treat her like his princess from now on. As a fae, he is bound by his own promise, but he doesn’t regret a thing as the two begin working through their pain together. Likewise, Jasenia promises to treat him like her prince. Their relationship improves significantly, and the crew enjoys how much nicer Skel is when Jasenia’s around. At long last, the miserable goblin finally seems to be happy. Lukas tells Evan that Skel’s last contract must have scared him straight after all. Evan replies that the contract was never even completed, and contract or not, it was still Skel’s decision to change the way he treats others.

More parts to come...

(I just want to mention that even if you've read these, you haven't been 100% spoiled. A LOT of details and B-plots are missing from these summaries!)

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[dgknightblue]

What if the guys were mythical creature versions of their fears or the others fears?

Naga Grif and Vampire Simmons (?)

What’s a spider creature that Donut could be?

Or they’d be basic, generic animal monsters.

Snake man Grif

Bat person Simmons

Spider Donut

Oh man legless lizard Sarge or something.

Maybe Legless lizard Grif and Sarge hates that he’s not a real snake-

False Chameleons!!!

Just an assortment of creatures!!!

I love lizards and snakes and reptiles and amphibians and eek!!! Some many animals!!!

Fish men from the deep!!

Marine scientist Simmons stays at the shallows to study many sea creatures and fishman Grif is just watching him from deeper waters.

Occasionally Simmons would swim around and sometimes shows at the beach at night. He has no clue he’s being stalked (duh that’s what stalking is and Grif that’s creepy man.) so he seems more relaxed since he thinks he’s alone.

Relaxed Simmons is kind of embarrassing but whole heartedly adorable in somethings he does.

One time Simmons fights a shark. He might have lost some limbs, but he took the shark with him. Now Grif get territorial and makes sure nothing like that happens again.

I can’t draw very well. But anyways, Grif has two forms. One that’s closer to what human looks like but still has fish like things. His ears are sharper than a human and he still has his marks. His gill slits look like marks too. The other is his regular fish form.

I’m thinking Simmons meets Grif one night and they become friends. It gets a little flirty but nothing happens for a while. Grif eventually decides to give courting gifts knowing Simmons wouldn’t know they’re for courtship. The thank you kisses are very welcome.

Grif believes it an invitation to start kissing more and being cuddly. Simmons is initially confused and reluctant but starts saying yes to his bigger advances once he grows a crush on the strange nude man.

Well he doesn’t stay nude in the beginning since Simmons gets him some clothes! But clothes are a little in the way sometimes.

Like that one time Grif watched Simmons strip because he wanted to swim with Grif and Simmons is still wearing the removable covering.

Grif’s not completely clueless about human culture, but his sister knows more since she moved more inland.

Simmons gets invited over to Grif’s cave den where the entrance is halve flooded and easy to wade through.

The danger of being trapped in there is 40% as the cave itself is large, there’s a ledge for you to pull your self up, and at most the tides make you have to hold your breath for 2 minutes. Otherwise, you can just walk in if you find it with water up to your hips.

There is a land entrance that’s hard to find usually covered in foliage. Simmons finds it from exploring the cave with Grif.

Grif was super nervous to share his den with Simmons. His nest was fluffed and padded several times before he even worked up the nerve to ask.

He filled it with things he’s taken from negligent humans that he knew weren’t trash when he occasionally cleaned. The only reason he cleaned is because he didn’t want his sister getting hurt in case she visited.

The second he saw Simmons sitting in his nest, he couldn’t help the urge to make it super obvious who Simmons is with. In a sense. It’s not a real claim, because he’d need Simmons permission with that.

For some reason Simmons finds it easier to talk to girls now. Probably because he’s kind of not single anymore.

Especially this super pretty girl that started talking to him about her brother out of nowhere. Her brother sound familiar and handsome.

She tells him about mermen and mermaids and courtship. It gives Simmons the idea to subtly tell Grif he likes him without actually letting him know. He starts bringing Grif things like Oreos and other foods he’s made. He knows Grif’s a carnivore with those hot sharp teeth. Not to mention the other things.

Now Grif already considered the clothes Simmons got him as a gift saying he fond of him and wants to be close. These other gifts, Grif knows.

He’s already started half of the courtship. Simmons completes the other half by also giving gifts that mean he agrees to be his.

He’s not sure if Simmons is aware of the exact implications, but he’s sure Simmons is in love with him. He can also tell he’s been talking to his sister.

She had Simmons hand him a present she picked out that says she approves.

So that night was Grif’s favorite night <3

It was Simmons’ favorite too <3

Then Simmons was gone for almost a year and Grif missed him. He had to deal with the others that took Simmons place at the beach. Again.

Donut was tolerable sometimes. At least he cleaned up the trash that floats by.

You’d think a private beach closed to the public would be trash free?

He hates Sarge because he somehow knows he’s there and talks vaguely about killing him if they ever meet.

Locus was okay, but he wasn’t compelled to interact with him like he did with Simmons.

When Simmons eventually comes back, he’s got a baby with him.

Oh Fxck.

No wonder he was gone for almost a year.

His sister was so fxcking vague when she visited.

Oh!!! You know what could also happen?

If Simmons was the only one Grif didn’t interact with at all at first because he was attracted to him and didn’t want to come on too strong. He talked to Sarge (once) and occasionally Donut and talked to Locus a lot (mostly about Simmons).

It was after the Shark attack that Grif could no longer stay way.

Maybe.

I got very distracted.

[thygoddessouijathicc]

Care for some Dave Biology updates?

So this isn’t a single theory but more a collection of new ones and explainations of past theories and alternate possibilities, for this I will be going under the same impression as all prior theories; that being that Dave is naturally occurring, and evolved naturally in a similar way to any other creature. Wether he’s from our planet or not is irrelevant because it doesn’t change what I’ll be talking about today.

My first new updated theory is that Dave once had a tail but doesn’t anymore, likely because of cutting it off, or someone else having cut it off. I think I brought this up as a headcanon, but I actually think that it is actually pretty possible given some evidence.

So Dave has a weird posture. His head is always in front of him and slightly off to this side (although I think the off to the side part is just Dave being Dave.) this looks like an unlikely posture to take, as we know his neck has the muscles to be upright yet it’s not. Well, my theory for this is that his neck can’t get any shorter, and due to being heavy it’s easier to just have it hang slightly forward. This causes his species to evolve this weird neck positioning. Cool, so we get his posture but how does that relate to him possibly having had a tail? It seems irrelevant. Except is not.

See heads are rather heavy, and it seems his neck is too, not to mention that it stretches and becomes heavier, so this means that his species would have horrible balance. This would lead to a hunched over posture to accommodate for the weight. See there are a few types of body plans, the most relevant here being quadrupedal and bipedal, while the former is well balanced and rarely needs a huge counterweight, even creatures like giraffes being able to stand fine due to leg distribution, being bipedal is actually more efficient as you have less legs to move allowing the creature to technically travel faster, or at least with less effort, but balance is sacrificed for this. Humans manage fine due to out very straight posture and foot shape, however compared to any quadrupedal animal we are incredibly easy to topple. Now imagine how bad that’d be if our bodies were constantly leaning forward due to the weight of our own heads and that likely in order to eat we had to further throw our bodies off balance to eat if I’m reading Dave’s neck’s likely purpose correctly.

If this were the case, we’d need a counterweight in order to continue to be bipedal. Likely, the answer to this is a large, heavy tail that counteracts the weight of the head and then some. This implies that Dave had a tail, and the fact it isn’t there is likely because it was removed.

For another new theory, Dave isn’t a browser. I may have written a whole essay on the fact he is, but now I’m thinking of an alternate purpose for a long neck, all surrounding the fact Dave doesn’t have ears. I always imagined he has ear holes. That was until I realized that snakes don’t have external ears of any kind, not even a hole, this is one way they can be told apart from legless lizards. So this got me thinking, what if Dave is actually some sort of different solution to the same problem as snakes. This makes sense regardless of if he has ears or not which I’m still on the fence about.

My theory, is that Dave is a large opportunist, but still specialized, predator that mostly hunts by sticking its long neck down into the burrows of prey and slithering along until it finds said prey. It’s an explanation for the neck for sure, but it also makes a lot of sense in other ways. Since they don’t actually just go in the hole like snakes do, their bodies are still vulnerable above ground. If Dave evolved from a browser he wouldn’t ever have evolved. Browsers rarely need communication, or community, and when they do have it it’s for mating, and strength in numbers. It’s why herbivores are unlikely to evolve sentience. Predators are also kind of unlikely, especially large ones with nothing that eats them, as they just don’t need it to defend themselves. But something that is both predatory, and likely to a degree opportunistic given that he evolved he’d have to be, but still is vulnerable due to the fact when hunting it’s exposed and easily attacked, would very much be likely to develop a sort of community, at least a rudimentary one.

My idea for this is that they hunt in groups of at least two, taking turns hunting while one member of the species stays above ground to watch for predators similarly to a meerkat. But how do they decide to go with eachother? It can’t just be mates or parents because then juveniles who have not yet found a mate would die off, thus wiping out the future generation and creating an evolutionary dead end. But what if they formed larger packs and chose to go with different members. But then how do they pick, just on ability alone? Maybe but I imagine it would change. What if, one realizes that if they let another die who doesn’t benefit them, they get more food in the long run, creating the concept of both betray, and of opinions based on others treatment towards them. Which could eventually lead to sentience.

Another more simple theory is on organ placement, this one is kind of dependent on unclear factors, but I think it makes some sense. My theory is that their digestive system is slightly out of order due to the long neck being utilized for an organ similar to a small intestine as well as an asophogus. The reason I think this is because it just feels simple and easier and they have a long tube down to their stomach so it would be a waste not to use it and would just make it take longer for them to get nutrition if this isn’t the case.

Another theory is a very simple one based on the tapes and the snake theory. Dave has a second ring around his pupil which is unique only to him and thus must be a species thing because for all other characters with glowing eyes, the pupils match up better to those of a human. My theory is that his eyes naturally do actually have a second ring of pupil in order to see better by taking in more light, they also likely are reflective.

My next theory is about the claws and their purpose. Dave has talons on his hands like an iguana, but why does he need them? This further supports the snake theory actually as one easily understandable purpose is to plant him into the ground better when hunting.

Finally, Dave might have fangs. He doesn’t visibly although his teeth do look a little sharp, but he might have filed them down. If he is snake like, he probably kills in a similar way. Now he might or might not have venom, I personally think it’s likely, but this makes sense anyway if he doesn’t. In order to kill his prey he has to bite it to death, since if I’m correct about how he hunts that means his mouth is the only weapon he has to use to hunt. This implies long canines line a snake to bite down on necks, or inject venom.

These are some weird theories but I really like analyzing this guy’s biology.

[fabulousficsfrom911]

Hurt/Comfort Recs for 2022

Leave the light on (I’ll be coming home) by HMSLusitania

Chapters: 7/7 Rating: Mature Summary:

“We’re here for our grandson,” Helena says. “Chris is still sleeping,” Buck says. “I meant, we’re here to take him back to Texas,” Helena clarifies. “Yeah,” Buck says. He’s too tired, way too tired to be tactful. “Over my dead body.” -- An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

Fractures by Buck_In_Glasses

Chapters: 4/4 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary:

The zygomatic bones can be found on the upper and lateral portions of the face.

Among all facial damage, the zygomatic is the second most injury-prone bone. Young males are the most common victims of this type of fracture injury. This could be due to the fact that they are also the ones who are typically involved with trouble that leads to injury to the face.

Trauma to the zygomatic arch can be caused by vehicular accidents, contact sports and, sometimes, assault.

Such as a punch to the face.

i was falling (but you latched on and rescued me) by BabyGenius

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary:

Okay but imagine teen buck ran away from home and ended up in Gotham? Bruce Wayne comes across him and after hearing his story is like, “Alfred, call the guy.” And boom, adopts Buck. He’s the Big Robin among the robins. Eventually he moves to LA and everything proceeds as normal till the other Robin’s show up to say hi

Mainly just the beginning because this is totally becoming a series.

Another Head Hangs Lowly, Child Is Slowly Taken... and the Violence Causes Silence (Who Are We Mistaken?) by Huntress8611

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary:

“Buck, how we doing?” Hen asked, crouching next to him.

“Uh, kinda numb,” he grunted.

That wasn’t exactly the truth, and his vision swam as Hen inserted two IVs, the pain in his leg getting worse by the second.

Silence for Life by Caiti (Caitrona_3)

Chapters: 9/? Rating: Mature Summary:

Eddie Diaz knew what it meant to be in danger. He'd served on the frontlines in the United States Army. Working on a different sort of frontline as a first responder, he saw danger when doing his job as a firefighter. Then came the usual dangers of just living in Los Angeles. And yet, somehow, he'd never expected danger to come into his life this way.

Sacrifice by transbuck

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary:

In the long run, she’d rather have a legless brother than a dead one.

The Long Way Home by Juli

(Book 1 in a Series of Three. Warnings for Rape/Non-Con and sex trafficking)

Chapters: 22/22 Rating: Explicit Summary:

A natural disaster like a tsunami often brings out the best in people. Unfortunately, for Evan Buckley, it also brings out the worst.

The very worst.

[digitalsatyr23]

What the Fire Said

Setting: Arachnia Characters: Sonja and Vernar

Outside the cave, a terrible rainstorm was coming down. Harsh, suffocating winds, a downpour causing mudslides, and lightning that blackened long dead trees. It had been dry for a very long time in Besalbrie, but it was as if all the water the country had been denied up until then was coming down at once

Sonja had been separated from Vernar just as the storm was picking up. It all started when she and the masked assassin noticed dark clouds looming up above. They were both so used to the drought and dust storms that it seemed unthinkable that a rainstorm could be brewing. But then, creatures started falling from the clouds. Legless flying birds with four wings growing in an X-shape were descending upon the land, firing bolts of lightning from their mouths and scooping up any hapless animal small and slow enough to become their prey. Vernar called the creatures "arrowhawks", and when an especially large one took notice of the pair, it fired a bolt of lightning right at them. Vernar shoved Sonja out of the way, taking the blast right in the chest. Another bolt of lightning missed its mark, striking a nearby tree near the base of its trunk. The tree was consumed by fire as it fell, creating a natural barrier between Sonja and Vernar. What surprised Sonja the most, however, was that Vernar seemed unharmed by the lightning. While the assassin was scorched where they had been struck, their body seemed suffused with lightning, and their right arm had bulged with muscle. Vernar was tightening one of their leather straps wrapped around their bicep.

"Sonja... In case I lose control... Run!"

Those were the only words Sonja needed to hear. She got back on her feet and ran as fast as she could. That was when the rain started to fall. First in sprinkles, and then in torrents. The dry, crumbling dirt softened, turning to mud. Sonja's bare feet lost their grip on the ground, and the girl tripped, sliding across the muddy earth until she banged into a tree. Hardier, greener trees were growing at the base of a mountain, and they would provide good coverage from the rain. Only, another arrowhawk had spotted Sonja, and it was coming down fast.

The girl got back on her feet, using a branch from the tree to brace herself. The incoming bird would soon be upon her, and it flew too fast to strike with her claws. Instead, she held out her hands and focused, drawing upon the ether flowing through her body. Yes... Water was flowing freely over Besalbrie once again. Sonja may have grown wet from the rain, but the arrowhawk was drenched too. In front of Sonja, a small ball of ice was taking shape. No bigger than a man's eye, it grew and grew in size, swirling with greater and greater speed. The wind, the rain, and everything around Sonja seemed to intensify, and veins of ice were growing over her hands and forearms. Just when the arrowhawk was about to strike, Sonja fired her iceball, striking the arrowhawk right in its twin mouths. A thick sheet of ice formed over the bird in an instant, turning it into a statue. The monster slammed into the ground and shattered, bits of frozen blood pouring out like slush.

Sonja shook her hands and tried using the rainwater to rub the frost off of her. It was no good. She needed to find someplace warm and dry. She peered through the nearby forest, looking for the safest place within. By chance, it seemed that the forest was hiding the entrance to a cave. Sonja took the opportunity and ran; snatching stray twigs and leaves as she went. Once inside the cave, she looked around in the darkness, saw there were no threats, then made a fire. Vernar had taught her a great many things since they had first met. How to find food, how to hunt animals, how to build shelters out of natural materials, and of course, how to make a fire. First, she took the broadest stick she could find and carved a hole into it so she could place some tinder. Parts of the forest were so dense that the rainwater had yet to pierce the canopy, so she was lucky in that regard. With the tinder placed, it was simply a matter of spinning another stick (which she carved one end of to be rounder and blunt) with her hands. It took much longer than she would have liked, but friction gave way to heat, and heat turned to embers. She nourished those tiny embers with a few hot breaths and just like that, she had a small flame. From there, it was a simple matter of keeping the flame alive long enough to heat up her kindling and sticks. A sense of pride washed over Sonja as the fire grew before her. The young girl held her hands out to the fire. A tingly sensation came over her as her red, freezing fingers grew warm. Soon enough, she stopped her shivering, and she was finally able to dry herself. It was strange. She always thought she should fear fire for what it did to her feet, but instead of frightening her, it fascinated her. She loved watching the flames flicker, smoke dance, and burning wood crack as embers flew up into the sky. It was... Comforting. Perhaps she knew that fire would never hurt her. Fire was natural, it was free. If fire hurt you, it would only be accidental, or it was used against you as a weapon. She didn't blame the fire for what happened to her feet. She blamed the people who had lit the fire beneath her. Sonja's memory of what happened was... Fuzzy. Back then, she had known nothing but pain, hunger, and cruelty. She didn't even know how to speak, let alone defend herself. Even so, the sense of dread and despair her past gave her was something she'd never forget.

"I'm glad they're dead," she whispered to herself. "They all deserved to die..."

"I agree."

A voice called out, faint enough to match Sonja's whispers but clear enough that it couldn't have been her imagination. She looked around. Her eyes could discern the faintest movement in the dark, yet as far as she could tell, there was no one in the cave except her. Most sound was being drowned out by the storm outside, and the smoke and burning wood of the fire was obscuring most smells. Was it a hidden enemy? No... There wasn't anyone at all.

Sonja went back to looking at the fire. It was a relaxing sight. She wanted to know what happened to Vernar, but given the things they had been through together, Sonja was more than confident they would be okay. She would just have to be patient and hope Vernar noticed the light her fire was making. Sitting with her legs crossed near the flickering flames, Sonja's eyelids grew heavy. Though she could feel her stomach rumbling, begging for food, the pains of hunger were something she had long grown used to. For the moment, she was at peace. Peace... Safety... And quiet... Before she completely fell asleep, however, Sonja snapped to, sitting straight up. She could feel a tingle across her arms, like small bumps were forming. Something was nearby... Something dangerous. Looking down, she realized what it was. It was the fire, reaching out a grasping tendril of flame towards her spare twigs.

The girl froze in place. She had never seen fire do something so strange - and she had dealt with fey! A morbid curiosity befell her, and she picked up a stick, handing it to the fire. It gladly wrapped its tendril around the twig and drew it in, consuming it with the rest of the wood.

"Are you... Alive?" asked Sonja.

"That's a matter of perspective."

Sonja hopped back onto her feet, claws at the ready. A single eye formed in the center of her fire, staring at her. It had an eyelid too, and its expression could only be described as... Patient frustration.

"Who are you? Are you a spirit?!" Sonja shouted.

"I am... What you see." The voice she had heard twice before seemed to emanate from the fire itself. It continued, saying, "I am burning. I am hunger. I am death."

"Bold words for someone so small," Sonja raised an eyebrow. "Still, if you really are the fire, then I'll try and be respectful. Would you like more wood?"

"Yes, please."

Sonja helped feed the fire by placing more sticks inside of it. The fire grew in size, and its orange and yellow glow made Sonja's shadow dance upon the cavern walls.

"Is that better?" asked Sonja.

"Much better. Thank you," said the fire.

Sonja sat back down, crossing her legs on top of each other as she did before. She tilted her head back and forth, watching as the flame's eye followed her.

"What are you doing?" asked the fire.

"N-nothing. Say, are you the spirit of all fire, or are you just the spirit of THIS fire?"

"Burning and hunger is all I've ever known."

"Yeah? I see..."

Silence followed as Sonja basked in the renewed warmth of the flames. There was a kind of crispness to the heat that she could feel, like an invisible aura rubbing up against her.

"Thanks for drying me," Sonja finally said. "I don't know if you wanted to, but I appreciate it."

The fire's eye closed momentarily. "And thank you for breathing me into life."

"Oh, you're welcome. I... Needed to feel some heat. It got pretty bad outside."

"I can tell. Thunder, lightning, wind, and rain have all come out to play. What once was dry earth can now finally have its thirst quenched."

"Do you know them?" asked Sonja. "The wind and rain?"

"Yes and... No. I can sense faint echoes of understanding. I am... A piece of something greater. An extension. They, too, were once part of something greater."

"What do you mean?"

"It's hard to say. All I know is that this place, this world... Is broken. It has been for a very, very long time."

Sonja frowned at this statement. "You can say that again. No matter where I go, there always seems to be something wrong. I don't think the land is dying, though. Maybe withered? Do you know why?"

"Life."

"Life?"

"Yes. There has always been a balance in nature. Rabbits eat plants where there is food a plenty. Rabbits multiply. Wolves eat rabbits because there is now enough food for them. With the rabbits gone, the plants can regrow. With the rabbits gone, the wolves starve, and the rabbits can return. The world is a cycle of hunger, consumption, death, and revival. This is how it was always meant to be... But there are those who are too clever to be consumed, too clever to die off when food grows scarce. They have learned to cheat the cycle. They shape nature to their whims, create more than they would ever need, and strip the land of its life force... Do you know who I am referring to?"

Sonja thought about the fire's words for a time. There was only one answer, as far as she could tell. "People?"

"Precisely. People are a blight upon this beautiful, terrible world."

"Even me?"

The fire said nothing for a time, its eye closed once more. "Perhaps... Perhaps not. If a balance could be restored, then not everyone has to die. Simply enough for the world to... Recover."

Outside, the storm still raged on. The winds were harsher, the rains heavier, and both rocks and loose trees were giving way to the mudslides. Sonja took notice of this, feeling a shiver run up her spine.

"How do you know all this?" Sonja asked.

"The echoes. I can feel them. I am a piece of something much greater. Greater than what you see before you."

Sonja stared at the fire. She still liked the warmth and light it provided, but its words left her feeling troubled.

"But you'll never rejoin that part of you, huh?" said Sonja.

The fire grumbled at this and said, "No... I never will. I am nothing but an echo. Nothing but an ember. The rest of me is too far away. I cannot reach it."

"If you could, would you?"

"Yes."

"Even if that meant losing yourself in the greater whole?"

The fire hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's only natural to wish to be whole. Don't you feel the same way?"

"I can't say I know that feeling. I'm not a small piece of anything. I'm just me."

"Are you certain?"

"Yeah?"

The fire leered at Sonja, or more... It felt as if it were looking at something behind Sonja. The girl glanced over her shoulder. Nothing was there.

"I see..." said the fire. "Perhaps one day you will understand. As for me, I shall continue to hunger. I shall continue to burn. There is nothing else for me in this life."

Sonja's eyelids felt heavy. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles. The fire had grown quiet. It said no more words. Its eye had also disappeared. All that was left was flame, slowly eating away at all the wood she had collected.

"Did I imagine that?" Sonja wondered. "I don't think I was asleep, but... I was feeling tired earlier..."

"Sonja," said a shadowy figure at the cave's entrance. "What are you talking about?"

It was Vernar. They had finally reached the cave, and their arm seemed fine as well. Sopping wet, the assassin stayed at the lip of the cave, doing their best to wring water out from their black clothes.

"It was... Nothing," said Sonja.

"I know that look. It certainly wasn't nothing. What happened while I was away?" asked Vernar.

Sonja sighed, taking a moment to organize her thoughts. She then explained everything that had transpired in the cave. The fire, the voice, its cryptic words... She spoke of every detail. While Sonja spoke, Vernar eventually took their place beside the fire, making use of its warmth to finish drying off. They even lifted their mask forward ever so slightly to let trace amounts of water trapped behind it leak out, but never enough to allow Sonja to see Vernar's face. When the girl was done, Vernar crossed their arms and hummed in thought.

"You're certain the fire told you all of this?"

Sonja nodded. "I almost fell asleep, but I'm certain it wasn't a dream."

"Is that so..." Vernar extended their clawed hands occluded in black over the flame. Small droplets of water fell away, sizzling on the glowing embers along the cracked wood. "You know, fire is spoken of in both magical and alchemical texts. In the world of magic, fire is the element of ambition. In the world of alchemy, fire is seen as the element of transformation. While they each share a different perspective, there is one thing they have in common. Fire is seen as change. It can cook your food. It can burn your house down. It can light your path. Fire can do a great many things. It doesn't surprise me that a flame spirit's personality would reflect this trait. As for what it said, I have my own opinions on the matter, but what do you think?"

Sonja groaned. "You know I don't have a head for these sorts of things..."

"Don't make excuses. Whether it was consciously or not, I'm certain you formed an opinion while listening to the fire. What is it?"

"Well... I think life is unfair."

"Oh?"

"You can't choose where you're born, what you're born as, or the state of the world you happen to be born into. The world is always changing. Sometimes you get lucky and are born into a situation that suits you. Other times you're born into a crazy cult that wants to sacrifice you and your kind to bring the rain." Sonja looked away from Vernar. "We can make the best of our circumstances, but we can't really change them. Not unless you're someone strong, like you."

The eye on Vernar's mask closed. "In other words, there's no point in complaining. The world will never be how you want it to be, so instead, try and put your energy towards something productive."

Sonja nodded at this, saying, "Exactly. I know it was saying that people ruined the world, but... Did we? I feel like it's closer to people changed the world."

"Indeed. The only world that was ruined was the one the spirit preferred. It is said that long ago, there were no people. The world was barren of all but the elements, wild and free. But then the gods took hold of that chaotic world and forged it into something new. The gods then made people, who in turn adapted the world to suit their own needs. Nothing lasts forever..." Vernar looked outside towards the rainstorm. "Not even drought. Perhaps there will come a time when even people are usurped and replaced."

Sonja leaned in towards Vernar saying, "Seriously?!"

"I can't say for certain, though. Best not to dwell on it, right?"

Sonja then leaned back again, grumbling. Vernar liked to pose philosophical questions, but Sonja couldn't help but wonder if Vernar used them to hide deeper truths. How dangerous was the world? What were its secrets? Perhaps it was better not to know. Stay ignorant. Stay happy.

"As if!" thought Sonja. "There's so much to learn about the world, so much to uncover and understand. Whether Vernar helps me or not, I'll find the answers someday."

"You seem excited for something," said Vernar.

"O-oh! It's uh... I was just thinking about what would be really tasty to eat!" said Sonja, rubbing her belly. Vernar narrowed their eye at her.

"Is that so?"

Sonja and Vernar still had a great deal of walking to do. For now, they would wait, and when the time was right, they would continue their journey. Though Sonja would get wrapped up in a great many events, she never forgot the day she spoke with fire. Its words stayed with her, forever echoing in her mind.

"Perhaps one day you will understand. As for me, I shall continue to hunger. I shall continue to burn. There is nothing else for me in this life."

[conservativemalarkey]

I keep saying it, but the purpose of these bans isn't to become law; ultimately, it's a grift.

The people making these bans know they're bad law. You keep seeing conservative judges nuke these things, because even the most Family Values of Family Values Conservatives can't uphold these without becoming a laughingstock. They're so bad that even ideologically driven assholes can't defend them.

The people making these bans expect them to fail. They know they don't have a leg to stand on. They're making legless legal abortions on purpose.

Because what they're trying to do is make these bans die, and then go back to their constituents and say, "listen, we tried to hurt these people that you hate (because you've been watching our hate propaganda for years but shhhh), but those mean liberal atheists stopped our FAMILY VALUES. We need your money so we can go fight those mean liberal atheists and bring GOOD CHRISTIAN VALUES back to Murica."

it's a scam. but people buy into it because of the aforementioned hate propaganda. And so the cycle continues; trans people have to live in fear because there's a tiny sliver of a chance some asshole judge will uphold this shit anyway; and the politicians who should be putting effort into, like, fixing child poverty walk away from this rich.

I should note a different Missouri near total adult ban was also taken out

So if you're reading about these bans, and you're scared where you live or that you can't travel/move to different parts of America, remember these bans are legal nonsense and failing in court over and over and over again

[eirian-houpe]

okay well you have to tell us the story now

Okay, so, I was at a friend's wedding reception. Said friend is Scottish. Part way through the evening my friend's father came to sit with beside me, not in a creepy way, just in a... father of the bride kind of way, making sure the guests were having a good time, that kind of thing. He asked what I was drink, and I told him I was drinking Whiskey and Dry.

The man went utterly ballistic. How DARE I adulterate the sacred drink of his people! What was this terrible Sassenach thinking? So he went to the bar immediately, and bought me a glass of very top shelf oak aged pure malt scotch. The kind of scotch that you only need a whiff of, and you become immediately and irrevocably legless.

The man sat there and made sure I didn't dilute it with anything foreign, (like, ice... water... soda...)

Have to say however, even though it took me all night to sip my way through the drink, it was the best glass of Whiskey I've ever had.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary383

10/9-10/24

wednesday - thursday

listening to the locust right now.

but i need to sleep now so actually switching off of that, to try and relax i guess, i dunno, it's not like it really matters but i'm #trying to have energy tomorrow for dfa1979 and also to see my friend from la, her friends, who will become my new friends probably, and then our friends (gf and i's). it will be busy and i need to wake up earlier than usual.

but i did some interesting stuff today. i don't know how i feel about the guitar sound in the song that i keep troubling myself over, so i was messing with that a bit, and then i got an interesting new sound, kinda jangly and weird, sort of like a more freaked out version of some of the clean sounds the blood brothers get, which is weird, but it sounds cool, not really clean at all but it has the attack of a clean sound maybe, just a touch at least. so tomorrow or the day after, i'm gonna drop that in and see what happens with some of the other layers and stuff. maybe it'll be better than the original layer? i dunno. fewer layers does = better typically.

i also had a drum idea in my head, and transposed it in a way i like, which isn't totally foreign to me but it's difficult, i got it out, though, and that makes me happy. who knows if the idea's any good but i think i like it.

i also did a little writing, it's weird, fear and hunger 2 made me do it, kinda, i got to a part where i fought a guy who looked like pinhead in the mayor's house, and he like did his coinflip attack, and got me, and crucified me, and i was up there legless, and marina was all woozy and stuff, and i thought about how i'd feel hung up like that, which resonated with something i was writing, so i focused on that sensation, it put the idea of phantom limb type stuff in my head, and the kind of dancing around that, being a spectacle and feeling limbless, or actually being so. it moved me and felt related to so many things, or i guess, it gave me an image to have some kind of fantasy about, and through that odd trail (how odd, to imagine oneself tortured and harmed) and to sort of express that as somebody at their limit, or being at the limit and exploding i guess, exploding as in, feeling parts of your body have been jettisoned.

i got to a save point, in fear and hunger 2, i also figured out how to kill most of the villagers, they're very very simple which i like, i like their coinflip attack and that you dodge over it, it's like, cute. i also found a salmonsnake talisman in a chest by crazy luck, i think that's going to be very powerful??? i never got it in the first one, only learned what it did from reading about the game for advice, and i was like, well that's too far back i'm not gonna bother. which i'm happy about honestly, i like how i just kind of miserably scraped through the game, i always lost people in my party on the fight with francois. i also understand the new god stuff better, i like the idea of people being manipulated into becoming minor deities to carry out the bidding of older gods who are too bored. i'm excited to see more stuff about them, but i also really like the freaky moon with its face.

here's a song i'm listening to.

i went and saved cuz i narrowly escaped from a guy with a pig mask who nearly killed me, which was scary because i got a lot of good stuff on that run through, lotsa food which is important. not too much healing though, so i'm at like 31 hp right now. i think i'm gonna try and figure a way out, i guess, tomorrow. i like that there's so many situations or little narrative bits you end up with, lots of drama, when i was crucified, a guy came and saved me, august, and he wandered off, and i was legless and crawling i went back to the train but i didn't know what to do, and i went towards the direction karin wanders off in (karin right... the journalist woman), and a dude shot me!!

whoa, this song after than andy song in this joe meek production comp:

what the hell, this sounds so insane!! #swaggy

so i guess today has been very good for me, i didn't spend too much time dealing with crashes or stuff that depressed me. i'm worried about feeling ugly tomorrow, but i'll try to not. but to do my best at that, i need to sleep. it sucks that i need to beat the game to find cute fanart of characters i like in the 2nd one. i also like that man with the checkered pants and eyepatch, he's great... i want him to join me... i wonder if i can cooperated with people and not kill everybody, i don't want to hurt them or see them die, i'd like to kill the moon i guess. that would be best. it seems to suggest that either everybody will die, for one to ascend or something, or if too many are living, we'll have to do something else. i dunno. fucked up though... i like these people too much, like olivia, she is so nice.

wow, it's been a while since a game had me like this, or i guess not, i was like this for elden ring's dlc too. it's sad how few games understand being really intensely freakish but also kind of cute and sweet, i think elden ring is kind of cute, like st. trina is a cute design, stuff like wanting to protect the girl, or like, i dunno, the sprites in fear and hunger really are super nostalgic cuz they remind me of watching old freeware rpgmaker games (i couldn't run them on the old mac i had as a kid...), idk the fact it's rpgmaker, it warms my insides i guess. i'm soooooo goofy in my brain, i guess.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thirtyoneflirtingnoneanddying]

11.13

I basically just came here to commemorate the fact that Tre is really great about foreplay like it might not be very long but he puts in a decent amount of work. Necessary work!!!!!!

He’s got that ZIQQ too lmao god I wanna kill myself

He’s just so sweet and soooo different from every guy I’ve ever ever known. In the ways that really count. Although he did call Megan a “white bitch” in sf which was a lil oop but tbh I get it. There are many many names I could call many many people lol

You know sometimes as I type I’m like damn I wonder if this lil fucker is gonna make me look stupid af lol

But you know what? I do believe I have very valuable things to learn from him. So I guess no time is wasted. I guess it would just suck to go back to strangers… I don’t want that!

You know what tho, it would just be another transition. And if it ends, it will be something I can get thru. But I guess atp I just really want him. I like him a lot. There are things that need shaping up but shit me too.

So there’s a lesson rn. Just like having love and respect for the process. Wanting to grow with. Wanting to support and help. Encourage.

I am afraid that things could become one sided. But I guess that’s where communication comes in.

Idk I’m overthinking it. I’ll be seeing him this weekend from Sunday to Monday. We’re car camping. I’m very excited to see him and be able to sleep with him again.

We shall see I guess. As always.

Oh! Also. He called me “my beautiful sleepy love” last night. I’ve called him “my…” something or other (my lil legless treasure, my lil cherry on top) and he finally said “my” yesterday and I just about died. It was so cute.

Idk where this is going…… I can only imagine it will be good. I don’t want to fight with him or argue or whatever and I don’t know if I see that in our personalities. Although I have not yet been triggered by him (in person lol) so idk! I just feel like I can handle it I guess. I would need to see how he handles being triggered. Because if he’s not good with that, like if he’s irate, I know I’ll have a hard time. I’m sure I’d cry. But I don’t see him being that way.

I honestly think we’ll be able to talk about things. All I wanna do is build something with him. I hope to god this man can build lol

[splashinttheranger]

Dramage Regional Bird & Mammal!

I made the regional bird and mammal today for my pokemon region! Here they are.

Finix, The Phoenix Pokemon, Fire Flying Type.

Finix are very small legless Phoenix's. Finix can control the fire on their body's temperature, while its hottest and usual heat is enough to give you a small burn, Finix are found becoming room temperature so their trainers and other pokemon can touch them. Finix are quite happy pokemon and quite kind. Their tears are found to be able to heal small cuts.

[Abilities:Flash Fire/Flamebody]

Next up is Finix's evolution.

Flaynix, The Heroic Phoenix Pokemon, Fire Flying Type.

Flaynix are quite heroic and become stronger, able to now give third degree burns from their hottest temperatures and their tears can now heal more big and fatal wounds. Flaynix are found saving pokemon in bad situations and trying to heal them. Flaynix get parts of their body to no longer be just fire, like their main body and legs, with their feet having fire. Flaynix also have a hand-like end on their tail which isn't on fire, they use their tails as hands as they don't possess any hands because of their wings.

Next up is the final evolution of this pokemon.

Burnix, The Savior Phoenix Pokemon, Fire Flying Type.

Burnix become even more powerful, their flames able to melt away bones and some of the strongest materials. Burnix's tears can also even heal missing limbs, organs, and blood. rebuilding all of these things with ease. Though only the most powerful Burnix can revive the dead. Burnix's tail hand also becomes bigger and longer. Burnix try saving pokemon very often, Burnix also have been seen saving humans. Burnix have been seen when they die to turn into ashes, and those ashes become Finix. All Finix made from dead Burnix retain all memories from that Burnix until they became separate.

Next is a true size chart for the Finix evolutionary line.

This chart shows Finix and its evolutions true size compared to the average adult man.

Next up is the regional mammal.

Dravow, The Ice Drake Pokemon, Ice Dragon Type.

Dravow are unable to eat or drink, as they don't possess mouths, Dravow only have tusks on their icey head for fighting, with no apparent mouth. Dravow seem to absorb water through their tails and never need food. They're usually found in icey plains but usually away from mountains as they lack the claws to climb them.

[Ability:Water Absorb]

Next up is Dravow's Evolution

Dravurry, The Ice Drake Pokemon, Ice Dragon Type.

Dravurry are found in in snowy mountains usually with newly obtained claws, mostly seen in Mount Zamaron [A location in Dramage] and in snowy plains sometimes. Dravurry are territorial and don't like visitors.

Next up is the final evo.

Dravalanche, The Ice Drake Pokemon, Ice Dragon Type.

Dravalanche are known for being incredibly fast climbers and runners, able to make swift movements quickly. Dravalanche's roars are loud enough to cause avalanches. Dravalanche like snowy and rocky terrain that they can use easily but prey have a hard time in so they have less chance of escape.

Finally is just a size chart for Dravow and evo's

This is a real size chart for Dravow and evo canonical to them.

[full-of-mercy]

Worm's got his tongue?

"Hmm..."

So what if he chases the fingertips along his shoulder, turning his head for a brush of lips and stubble to knuckles?

It is impossible for Nicholas not to hear Vash, and for once he stands still and accepts the assistance that he asked for. Small steps. Small, significant steps. He is stubborn, of course. They both are. Stubborn men tend to survive, not unchanged, not unbroken, not unscarred in various ways, at least until they do not.

But it feels right to have asked. And this whole feeling right thing, it's like small embers of a fire out in the dunes, he finds. In order for it to brighten and strengthen against the wind and the endless cold of desert night, it has to be protected, nurtured.

He watches, uninhibited, unabashed, dark eyes honeyed mahogany, sunlight-reflective glinting in the waning day. Better to watch the pinch of concentration on Vash's face than connect the sight and feeling of chitin prongs finally dislodging from his skin. It hurts - he feels it, of course he feels it, but he is, as ever, stubborn even as he sucks his teeth and huffs quiet discomfort. And then it's over - and soft, almost carnal, he thrums relief while flexing feeling back into numb fingers, "Fuck, that's better. Thank you."

Soot-smudged, grease-smudged, bloody, his forearm is richly vascular, veins swollen from released constriction. Proof his heart beats, as if either of them needed proof, punctuated with the clean dribble-drop of crimson to the sand. Already slowing. Nothing to fret about.

Unmasked, his affection. Looking. Just looking on with a sense of open wonder, warm as anything- and then with a flicker of mischief. Why is he looking at Vash like that? Well, the pinker he becomes, the broader Wolfwood's smirk becomes.

He glides his tongue against his lower lip, pulls it into the catch of sharp teeth, and then leans to press a kiss to Vash's forehead, inhaling long and slow. Sure, it might look odd standing here with a legless-headless electrophage worm carcass swaying like a pendulum and with his nose buried in floppy blond-and-black spikes, but he does not care. Not one bit.

"Just appreciatin'. Think you wear that shirt better than I do." His voice telegraphs both his growing grin and his deeper breathing. He hasn't missed the implication, but he also remembers Vash's confession. First times and all. Care tempers want, but the want is still there. Craving. Contact. An urge to seize every possible moment of it. "We should wash up but you smell damn amazing anyway."

Maybe the worm should've kept his tongue. Maybe a cold shower would be better for him. Nevermind that he's warm in the face too as he nudges them both inside, making for the kitchenette to set the worm in the sink, get the engine grease and whatnot soaking off of the carapace, and marvel at what looks like a veritable cornucopia.

"Damn. Uh. You want to get us started?" A pause. "With the shower." Wait. "...uh, heating it up." Shit. "The water." Better?

Slanted shadows and panes of light, the sun has had most of the day to bake the walls of the Marlon’s Monuments, and he can feel the warmth radiating off the faded stucco. Worms were here long before humans and Plants rained down from the sky. The collective quickly came to the conclusion that coexistence was the natural path forward. Humans, on the other hand, spent just as much time drawing lines as they did deliberating over what to do for dinner. Slow, inefficient, clamoring voices, moving like a pendulum swing. 

Vash disappears inside just long enough to deposit the bundle of clothes on top of the table before he joins Wolfwood in gazing up at the river of light together. People can change, given time and opportunity. 

“I’ll eat anything you can call food. Mm, Worm got your tongue?” Vash teases, angling to peer at Wolfwood beneath a curtain of messy, bed-mussed bangs as Nicholas’s words trail and his eyes linger. 

Closer, tracing first the curve of a tawny shoulder, trading an affectionate slow blink of eye contact, Vash then stoops to test one of the stiffened multi-jointed legs embedded into Wolfwood’s arm. 

From stoop to kneeling crouch, the sight does not unbalance him as much as the smell. Coppery, iron-rich. Irrationally, despite knowing the condition of Wolfwood’s injuries are far from fatal, the scent of blood quickens his pulse. Vash steadies himself for a moment, leaning forward on the balls of his feet and rubbing a cheek against Nicholas’s thigh with a quiet exhale. The fabric is still wet, and it smears rust red against his skin in thin streaks. Brief, hardly more than a quick swipe, but Vash eases back without a word. 

The lack of flowing fluid to relax the limbs means the worm’s tightly curled death-grip will not lessen in any short amount of time. By force, then. Vash sets about his task, gripping up at the base of the coxa segment between forefingers and thumbs to break off the leg at the joint. His efforts are rewarded with the sound of cracking chitin, not unlike the snapping of dry twigs.

Close as he is to the decapitated shell, it is impossible to avoid getting a mix of dim hemolymph and blood on his hands. Vash works methodically, tossing the legs past the porch as he goes. The abdomen, now held aloft only by the hand gripping the barbed end, flops off the side of Wolfwood’s forearm by the time Vash finishes removing the last set of stabby-grippy limbs and rises to his feet again. Vash pokes the hanging corpse into a wobble with his finger then turns his attention back to Wolfwood.

“We can wash up first.” They are in dire need, and Vash turns a lovely shade of pink when he mentally recounts their messes. Then even darker with what he does not say outright. Won't need to, given the implications. Funny, how same-old scenarios can change overnight. Or over a day, in this case. Completely mundane in the grand scheme of things, yet wondrous all the same. "The hot water doesn't run for long, so…Waste not want not, you said. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

[twistedroseytoesy]

Monster AU heights cause I wanted to

some world-building I feel need to be out there. mostly just the heights of the characters. this will help with some other stuff later.

The heights of monsters vary drastically but the average at NCR is 6'5".

apparently average in real life is 5'6. So ill just add another foot or two to the characters.

Heartslabyul

Riddle: in-game Riddle is 5'2" but in this AU he is a whopping 6"0. still below average though...

OB Riddle: with his tail added on he can be his normal height, but the tail is a good 6 extra feet long behind him. During the fight, he is closer to 6'7 since he would be somewhat on his coils and ready to strike.

Trey: in-game, trey is 5'9". honestly thought he was like 6ft. thought he was a tall boy. Anyway in this AU he's now 6'9". tall master chief!

Cater: in-game, Cater is a close to average 5'7". So now this superstar is a good 6'7".

Deuce: in-game, Deuce is about 5'7". the sweatheart in the AU is a nice 6'6" he slouches often due to years of trying to act all tough and jaded.

Ace: in-game, Ace is 5'6" an inch shorter than deuce, bet he's mad about it too. monster AU ace is actually only 6'3. he floats a lot so usually he isn't on his own feet for you to be able to tell how much shorter he is in the dorm, still taller than riddle though.

Savanaclaw

Leona: in-game, Leona is 6'1" but in this AU he has a whole new lower body that adds 2-3 feet. So he suddenly becomes 7'8" here.

OB Leona: with each overblot, the character is slightly warped. Growing usually an extra foot andong with some extra clothes/inky additions. So Leona becomes a horrifying 8'0". a humungous monster of ink and sand.

Ruggie: in-game, Ruggie is 5'6" but with how much he slouches and bounces around he propaly looks closer to 5'4". anyway in the AU he is a speckled, 6'6" trickster.

Jack: in-game, Jack is 6'3"! holy heck he's so tall! so in this AU as fricken 7'3" good gosh!!

Wolf form Jack: wolves are on average about 3 ft tall and 6 feet long. so this more monstrous version of Jack's wolf form would be 4 ft tall and 7 feet long. that's one HUGE dogo.

Octavinelle

Azul: in-game, Azul is 5'7" about average apparently. In this AU he's now a 6'7", 4 armed mafia boss.

Water form: in the water Azule is HUGE, more like a kracken with like 20ft long tentacles and a 10ft tall torso. mostly hid in giant caves when bullied :( His overblot form looks the same just much much bigger. like an added 2 ft to each tentacle kinda difference. It's not much when he was already so big.

Floyd: in-game, is a horrifying 6'3" menace. So now he's even better worse at a scary 7'3".

Jade: in-game, surprisingly is an inch shorter than his twin at 6'2". Still will have that inch difference so he's now 7'2" in this monstrous AU.

Water form tweels: based more on a sea serpent kinda monster. They both honestly are pretty long in-game at like 10-11ft. so in the AU they are 20ft long from head to tail tip. Floyd is still just a tiny bit longer and he likes to brag about it.

Scarabia

Kalim: in-game, is a tiny bit below average at 5'5". as an oasis spirit he is now 6'0 as he too likes to float around cause its fun! also his legless form is 5'10 from head to wispy end.

Jamil: in-game, is just above average at 5'7". He "stands" at the average 6'5" to try and not stand out. (heh) but his tail is a good 8 feet long!

OB Jamil: gains an extra 2 feet to his tail and 1ft in "standing" height. also gains mini cobras in his ink-stained hair.

Pomefiore

Vil: in-game, is 6 feet even. So now he is a 7-foot-tall beauty. his 3 ft long tail drags behind him or is against his back like a cloak/cape. His wingspan is 8 feet long. His wings slightly extending past his hands.

Rook: in-game, is about 5'8, thats not too bad for a poetic stocker hunter. but the monster I found that fit him is unusually slim and tall so he shoots up to 7 feet tall in this AU. horrifying stocker man

Epel: in-game, is 5 fricken 1!!! he's shorter than riddle!! short king! it's not much better in this AU... he's the only one other than Ortho under 6 feet. He's 5'10 but keeps saying he's 6 foot. aint foolin no one

Epel pixy form: a special ability he REFUSES to use EVER. he can shrink down to 1ft tall with wings to get away and hide fast. only used it once and refuses to talk about it.

Ignihyde

Idia: in-game, is also 6 feet tall but man slouches and curls in on himself so much he looks like he's 5'9.

Ortho: in-game, is a child so it makes sense that he's 4'8". probably floats at 5 feet though cause he a robot. In this AU he's not much different, still taller than the average human, and can still float cause why not. he is 5'8" and floats to 6 feet.

Diasomnia

Malleus: in-game is 6'6" and like 5 inches taller than Leona, honestly think that's why Leona hates him so much. but in this version is only 2 inches taller than the liontaur. The great dragon stands an intimidating 7'10, including his horns.

Lilia: In the game, Lilia is only 5'2", a bit short but he will suto throw you like it's nothing. he also floats everywhere so usually is at the 6-foot hovering level. in the monster AU, he doesn't need to float due to the sphinx's large size. he is a surprising 7'1" monster due to his upper human half and the lower half being that of a dark sphinx with bat wings and a grey-colored belly. The sphinx body is 4 feet long and the wingspan is 20ft when fully stretched out.

silver: In-game silvers' height is 5'7". In the AU he is fairly close to an above-average human other than the small wings covering his body. His full height is 6'7", but he stands at a nice 6'6" usually due to ducking his head a bit from drowsiness.

Sebek: in-game, Sebek is another tall freshman at 6'1" with a booming voice like no other. In the AU he is a scary 7'1".

Sebek croc form: crocodiles are usually from 11-20ft long from snout to tail, so this monstrous croc is a whopping 45ft long monster! with webbed feat and a powerful tail able to break trees with a swipe of it.

Staff

Crowly: in the game, he is a stupid 6'1". not including the tophat. This bird man is now 6'9" cause his little bird legs are weird and always bent so he's shorter than if he had regular legs. deserved

Crewl: in the game, he is 6'0. monster AU crewl is 7'0" and likes to tower over his students to "train them" or whatever weird dog analogy he does.

Trein: in the game, he is 5'10. in the monster AU he is 6'10" and his baby cat, Lucius, is a bit more monstrous as well and is 1'8" tall and 3 ft long fluffball.

Vargas: in the game, he is for some reason 5'8". thought he would be this tower of muscle but ok. man gets super tall in the AU and is a 7'0" wall of muscle.

Sam: in the game, he is 5'11". cause he is a monster of shadow in the AU he can be whatever height he wants but us most often at a height of 6'11".

Grim: he's a strange cat monster thing... so ya. apparently he "stands at 2'3". but he floats cause hes magic and all that. floats at 4'10". In the AU the chimera is 4'6" and with his foot long weird tail.