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so im being horny and wayching porn and i burst out laughing because the top came and he literally sounds like someone chopped off his finger or some shit it's so fucking extra and i wish i could post it but i can't but its so fucking funny
#high impact Sasquatch mating#CACKLE RULE#ACTUAL TEARS IN MY EYES RULE#hexing your dashes with this#the tags took me out#it’s five in the morning and I’m choking trying to not wake anyone up#holy FUHDHFHJKXMCKCK#stupid shit#lmfao#queue me up scotty
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For sake of contrast, picture the Hair Bear Bunch's annual bear mating season road trips including some encounters with lovesick Sasquatch as turns out being rather satisfying.
#hanna barbera#headcannons#hair bear bunch#road trip#bear mating season#lovesick#sasquatch#bigfoot#hannabarberaforever
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Sasquatch’s Claiming by AC Ruttan
5 stars

That was quite the story! Nothing like a taste of the forbidden, and our Ben cannot stay away. He has good reason, and Bernadette can’t seem to forget him either. The magic swirls around these two, and rules or not rules, they are going to be together! As things are revealed, it all makes perfect sense <3
#AC Ruttan#Sasquatch’s Claiming#Mated to the Monster#Northern Realm#Paranormal Romance#Fated Mates#KU#new release#available now#book review#book love#book blogger#book obsessed#book buzz#bookish#bookworm#bookaholic#bibliophile#read romance#romance reader#romance books#romance book lover#romance book addict#romance reads
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At what time (month) does the fic happen? Or what time is it currently in the hae au?
Asking cause im wondering when is everyone’s mating season 😔
Im a pervert im sorry 😭💔😞
Warnings: mating seasons, general time frame in HAE AU (by chapter 50)
It's approximately halfway through October.
Most mating seasons- for the non-fae guys- are in Spring, but it ultimately depends on the species.
Malleus' season- and most Night Fae's seasons (Lilia and Sebek) are in Winter when the nights are longest and they feel most comfortable. Day Fae- Kida- tend to have a mating season in the Summer when the day is longer.
Some Fauns and Satyr have their seasons twice- Autumn and Spring- but both Ace and Deuce are from a warmer climate so they have their season in spring more often than fall.
For Nymphs, it depends on what kind of Nymph they are. Water Nymphs and Plant Nymphs tend to have their seasons in Spring when the thaw hits. Fire Nymphs have their season in Fall when the world is going dormant and kindling is abundant. Air Nymphs tend to have their seasons in Summer or Spring during windier months.
The Ungulates- Minotaur, Cervitaur, centaur, pegasi, unicorns- tend to have their seasons late spring.
Harpies and Sirens mate early spring.
For the feline species- Bakeneko, Sphinx, Nemean Lions- their seasons are determined by sunlight. The sunnier it is, the more likely they are to go into their mating seasons.
For Genies, Yeti, Sasquatch, and Shadowfolk, they don't have seasons. Shadowfolk, Yeti, and Sasquatch have similar reproductive cycles as Humans. Genies are just incredibly fertile year round. Kalim could impregnate any and all species and genders. Doesn't matter if you have a womb or not, Kalim can still knock you up even without having intimacy with you.
Selkies mate around late December early January.
Shinigami prefer dark and cold for their mating seasons, so those outside of Tartarus mate in winter. Tartarus is almost always dark and cold, so Shinigami in Tartarus mate whenever.
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It appears as though a female Sasquatch has made its presence known to the Secret Surf and Dive Spot of the Hair Bear Bunch, and it perhaps desires--I assume you know what I mean.

#hanna barbera#photo headcannon#sasquatch#lovesick#desires mating#hair bear bunch#secret surf and dive spot#hannabarberaforever
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crazy fuckin' phenomenon | 18+



masterlist | info about palestine | donate to gaza
pairing | dbf!joel miller x reader
synopsis | after your dad abandons joel to watch instagram reels in the bathroom, an argument over the remote ends in a new discovery
warnings | excessive use of bigfoot as a plot device, dbf!joel, explicit sexual content, smut, age gap (20s/late 30s), play fighting with sexual tension, wedgies, humiliation, degradation, kink discovery, semi brat tamer!joel, almost getting caught, blue balls
word count | 2030
a/n | this was co-written with one of my favorite people ever but they wish to remain anonymous! this was so so so fun to work on and i think it really shows. i urge you to not buy any of the last of us games, including the remaster as the creator, neil druckmann is a zionist. the second game is based off of the israeli occupation in palestine and you can learn more about that here.
“Joel I swear to fucking god if I have to watch one more episode of Finding Bigfoot, I’m clawing my eyes out.”
There’s only so much bickering between Matt Moneymaker and Ranae Holland that you can take, and apparently, you’ve found your limit. Approximately five minutes. Joel had come over to hang out with your father, they had planned to watch some war movie because they’re fucking old, but, in typical dad fashion, your father had gotten up halfway through to use the bathroom. After 30 minutes, Joel couldn’t wait anymore and switched the TV to Animal Planet so he could watch Finding Bigfoot reruns. That was two hours ago, and you’ve now spent an hour on the couch with Joel, pleading for him to change it. Of course, your TV decides to stop working the one time your dad actually wants to use the living room TV. So, yeah, you can be a little bit of a drama queen.
“If you can drag your old man off ‘a the shitter, we can go back to watchin’ Come and See. Three fuckin’ hours, startin’ to think he pulled an Elvis.”
“Seriously, Joel,” you bellyache, slumping back into the couch. “Dunno why they’re looking for Bigfoot when he’s clearly right fucking here.” You shoot him a glare from across the couch.
“Uh huh,” Joel drones, either not listening or either not giving a fuck while he watches one of the camouflaged hosts do a shitty imitation of a sasquatch mating call.
Well, since he’s distracted…
With the stealth of a super spy, you lunge over Joel’s lap towards the side table, reaching past discarded beer bottles and hunting magazines for the hijacked remote. You snatch it right up, victorious for a few seconds at most.
“Now what in the hell do you think you’re doin’? Gonna put on fuckin’ Euphoria or something?” You don’t have time to come up with a witty response before you’re pinned down to the couch cushions. Joel’s hulking form hangs over you, shoulders broad and his hair messy as he gives you a smug look. Cursing the cavewoman part of you that gets butterflies in your stomach from how easily he overpowers you, you writhe underneath him.
“Joel what the fuck? Get off me you old fuck!” You groan, grunting in frustration as you try to maneuver Joel off of you. You’re weak as shit but you remember something from the self defense class you took in high school. You knee Joel in the chest, causing him to fall back, giving you a chance to roll off the couch and onto your knees. You look back as he coughs and gasps, trying to catch his breath.
“Oh you little shit!” Joel groans, getting off the couch and looming over you like a killer in a slasher fic. He smirks down at you, tilting his head to the side like Micheal Myers.
You feel your heart start to race and your cunt start to pulse. You turn back and start to crawl away but Joel leans down and grabs your ankle, pulling you back to him. You definitely feel like you’re in a slasher film now.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re not gettin’ away that easily…needa stop acting like such a little brat. Your daddy was never that good at discipline.”
You don’t know what you’re expecting. But Joel’s warm hands sneaking down the waistband of your denim cutoffs is not it. You cry out as his fingers loop around your purple thong, drawing it midway up your back. Pain sears up your ass, and much more dangerous, pleasure tingles in your cunt when the front of your thong slips between your folds. Kicking your legs, you smack your palm into the carpet underneath you. “Joel!” you gasp out in surprise.
Maddeningly, Joel chuckles at your struggle underneath him. He shifts to straddle your upper thighs, weighing you down even more. “What, ain’t ever had a wedgie before?” Another sharp tug makes your head drop to the floor. You fight not to give into your body’s base desire to arch your back. “With how often you run your mouth, I’m surprised your friends never ran you up the flagpole in the schoolyard.”
You scrunch your fingers in the fiber of the carpet, trying to anchor yourself to anything other than the searing pain in your ass and cunt. It doesn’t work. You can’t focus on anything but this cruel and unusual punishment. Your dad’s best friend, wedgieing you into obedience.
Somehow, he pulls even harder. All of that contracting work isn’t for nothing. You’re silently moaning now, mouth open and your forehead dipped to the floor, desperate pants flying in and out of your mouth. “Hmmm,” he hums. “Wonder if I could get these over your head. Bet you’d have an easier time watchin’ my show with that.”
“Please,” you rasp. Your brain wants you to beg for him to let you go. Your cunt wants you to beg for him to be meaner. To go all the way and snap them over your head, leaving you ass up and face down, split in half for his enjoyment. You short circuit before you can get any further into the plea, because he’s pulling your panties even higher in brutal bursts.
“Begging ain’t gonna help, honey. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”
The waistband gets halfway up your neck before Joel gives up. The tension in your body lessons as you melt into the floor. “You ain’t off the hook yet, missy,” Joel says, smirk evident in his voice.
He guides your arms through the leg holes of your panties, and you moan helplessly as he snaps them over your shoulders, leaving you in the equivalent of a wedgie bodysuit. You feel like you’re being split in half.
You can’t help it. You roll your hips, grinding into your panties and the floor. The pressure is everywhere and it’s perfect. Perfect against your burning asshole, your leaking cunt, and your throbbing clit. Every movement also propels you up against Joel, something you can’t even bring yourself to remember right now. You’re wet – unbelievably fucking wet. “What the hell are you doing to me?” you whine, still humping the floor as heat blossoms in your core.
Joel stiffens above you. “Are you…” He clears his throat, a rough noise. “Are you fuckin’ into this?”
The question alone makes you whimper.
Every rock of your hips has the wedgie slicing deeper, pulling you apart piece by piece from your most sensitive place. You arch your back properly, that way every time you go up, you can feel Joel’s bulge against your rear. Joel’s quickly hardening bulge as he watches you lose all of your dignity while humping the floor with your panties rammed up your ass.
“Shut the fuck up, Joel! I’m not into this…I just-” He cuts you off by flicking the string of your thong. Tellingly, you moan out.
“Just what? Just get off on getting split in half by your fuckin’ panties?”
You try to speak but he shoves you forward, pressing your face against the carpet and pinning you down, “Just shut your mouth, don’t want your daddy findin’ ya like this do ya? God, just imagine what he’d say…. Seein’ his precious ‘lil girl gettin’ all wet from a well-deserved wedgie up these plump fuckin’ cheeks.” His hand glides down between your ass cheeks and slaps against your denim-covered bottom. You jolt, moaning where he’s pressing your face into the carpet. You’ll be surprised if your drool isn’t soaking it.
“Joooooel,” you pout, still fighting underneath him. You kick your feet, and they barely graze the small of Joel’s back, a sort of flexibility you can’t afford very much of right now. “Can’t… can’t take much more. Hurts.”
“I’ll tell you what you can take, you little brat. You’re lucky you’re not hangin’ up by these,” Joel grabs the waistband of your light wash denim shorts, using it to lift you up off the floor while you grasp at the carpet in a poor attempt to stay on the ground.
It doesn’t work. Joel hauls you up, grabbing the front and back of your wedgie. You can’t stop yourself from moaning again, dimly away that your dad is still in the bathroom and still could walk out at any given time. You hope Joel’s good ear can hear if the toilet flushes, because you can’t hear a damn thing over your own pulse rocketing in your ears.
He yanks the back of your thong, and then the front, effectively flossing your ass crack and cunt. Your hands fly down to your thighs, but it’s not like you can do anything, because the next thing Joel does is lift you fully off the ground. You cry out, hastily clamping a hand over your mouth, and decide three things back to back to back.
One – fuck Joel Miller.
Two – fuck Joel Miller.
Three – you might actually really like this.
The third one you realize when you look down to see your arousal seeping through the denim. The humiliation stings on your cheeks with a sort of heat you’ve never felt in your life. He bounces you in the damn thing, pulling you up and down with a strength you’d never fathomed he could have.
You can’t stop yourself from grinding down when he brings you up, pulling your panties even deeper into your ass and cunt. You whine and grab at Joel’s forearm for purchase, nearly fucking yourself against the thin fabric that’s cutting you in half. Joel’s satisfaction at it all, the way you can feel him getting sadistically hard behind you from your cocktail of pain and pleasure, is what truly makes it for you. You buck against your panties even harder, letting out a truly ragged moan when it brushes your clit just right.
“You’re taking this so good, ain’t even cryin’ or nothin’. Should I hang you up? Get your eyes just as wet as your cunt? Could you even take it, or are you gonna cream your pretty little panties before I even get you on a hook?”
The answer is yes – you are going to cream your panties before he gets you on a hook.
Your orgasm rips through you violently, lighting you on fire as you hang in suspension and just take it. Ass burning and your cunt dripping like Niagara Falls, you clench and grind on your panties as desperately as you can to prolong your orgasm. Your eyes water, heart beating out of control. Joel’s hand cups your mound, heel rubbing against where your clit pulses. You’re still tremoring by the time you come down. Everything feels like it’s in technicolor, easily marking the most powerful orgasm of your life.
You realize Joel has deposited you back on the ground. It’s a miracle you’re even standing at all with how limp-boned you are. Chest rising and falling, you stumble back around to face Joel, whose cock is straining against his jeans. You’re about to put him out of his misery, not even taking the time to pick your wedgie as your hand flies towards his belt when you hear it –
Wooooooooshgluglgulglug.
You take your wedgie out like you’re racing to get rid of a ticking time bomb, frantically yanking it down your shoulders and tucking the strings into your waistband. Still burning up from your orgasm, blatantly freshly fucked, you give Joel a half-apologetic look (he had given you a hellish wedgie, after all) and scamper upstairs.
You barely acknowledge your dad as you brush past him. “Hey sweetie, goin’ back up?”
“Mhm,” you get out, almost tripping up the stairs.
“Hm, wonder what’s wrong with her,” you hear your dad reflect to Joel.
“No idea,” Joel says.
You’re about to close your door when you hear more commentary from downstairs. Your dad’s voice. “Woah there, man. Got a thing for bigfoot?”
Your eyebrows shoot to your goddamn hairline as your heartbeat spikes and your brain fills in the gaps.
“Fear boners, crazy fuckin’ phenomenon,” Joel says, just as casual as ever. Yeah. Crazy fucking phenomenon is right.
#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller/reader#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fic
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Sasquatch and Bruce Banner might be accidental soul mates. This is mostly a joke but them sharing the same Gamma signature that allowed her to enter Hell to collect the Hulks does make my brain perk up.

Not even necessarily in a romantic sense. Random guy you vaguely know from college who tried to copy the experiment that made your life worse has transitioned and also inexplicably has the same mark on her soul that you do, so you can track one another if you focus on finding the mirror image of yourself. But you don't know her very well and also once she tossed you like potatoes forcibly trying to get you to Hulk out. Very funny concept to me. Soulmates but it isn't a particularly useful relationship to have.
Send me 🔥 for an unpopular opinion
#I guess this is less unpopular and more silly / niche#but whatever#bruce banner#wanda langkowski#walter langkowski#sasquatch#ask games} answers
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Birthday...

A comfort fic after Overture - By Me (Lagooneah) Slightly proofread(?) Contents: Comfort, general sibling shenanigans, found family trope, cuteness and everything being ok for once. Warnings: The heart wrenching desire that things were this ok in canon. W/C:Roughly 2100 ---------------------------------------------
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Yes- I am, now could you help-"
"You're certain-"
"Great heavens, will you just trust me, mate?"
"... Always..."
A blonde young man, no older than 18 or 19 years of age, passes through the door of the antique shop, the jingle of a bell sounding faintly before the blunt shut of it. He strides a few feet off, stopping in front of a boy with dark hair and eyes even darker, sitting and slouching at a bench.
He places his hands on his hips, making a show of his presence rather than announcing himself- but his colleague is quick to catch on, lifting his head and meeting his gaze,
"Nothing? Really?" He asks with a lift of his brow, the blonde shakes his head with a scoff,
"Nothing. Shame really, thought for sure the antique shop would have something..."
They both sigh, nearly in sync while the blonde plops right beside the brunette, resting his arms out and over the back.
"Carlooooo," He whines dramatically, hanging his head back. Before he can even get a response, he sounds again "Carloooo what are we going to doooooo." He whines further, flopping his weight onto the other boy, now getting a response.
"Ack! Romeo! The blazes-?" Carlo huffs, attempting to shove his comrade, Romeo, off of his back, but to no avail.
"Save me Carlo... My body is limp, I'm seeing.. The light..!" He continues, his limbs reaching only to flop again over young Carlo, who huff and grumbles with another shove,
"Get.. Off me..! God- why is it so hard to shove you off?!"
"Maybe it's because you're so short."
"Am not! I'm average and you know it!"
"Yeah, yeah- 5"7."
"Get your head out of the CLOUDS- YOU SASQUATCH-"
"So this is where you've been?"
In an instant, the pair are at a halt, meeting eyes in silent agreement to not look up at what's before them.
Or rather, who.
The company lets out a sigh, hands at their hips, "And here i foolishly thought my protégés were doing something useful in their time slipped away from me."
Carlo's eyes dart to his friend, eyes wide with questioning,
"I thought you said she knew?? That you told her-"
"Told me what?"
The boys whimpered quiet and meek, like a pair of puppies to their mother dog. Romeo leans down further to Carlo's ear,
"Follow my lead." He clears his throat.
He rises quickly and with straightened posture, dragging his fellow by the collar and straightening him to his feet too.
"Lady Florence, I can explain."
The woman before them stands clear now, her deep red hair tied in a neat bun, her eyes icy, calculated, fierce. Her arms cross and eyes narrow, a familiar language that need no words by the pairs standards.
The blonde clears his throat again, eyeing the other before speaking again,
"I- well. I figured that since the streets were mostly empty, safe, then I could uh... Tends to some other matters. More personal." He brushes over, Carlo beside him, side-eyeing and mouthing a 'what?'
There's no way he could get away with this.
...
He didn't.
"Why didn't you tell her?!" Carlo hisses, pulling his boots off and letting them fall with a clunk against the hardwood floors. Romeo defends,
"Because it's supposed to be a surprise! What could I have told her? 'Hey, we're gonna go shopping for fun and whimsy', it wouldn't have worked!" He hangs his coat, not caring enough to adjust the amulet attached.
Carlo rolls his eyes before using them to glare at the blonde,
"Whatever..." His tone lowers as he continues to undress out of his uniform, turned away from the other. Romeo remains quiet for a moment before sighing softly, walking right over to him.
He drops his forehead to Carlo's shoulder and mumbles,
"Sorry... She won't let us alone for weeks now..."
Carlo chuckles, patting and tousling Romeo's hair,
"It's fine... We're acting like we would've been up to her standards enough to stay long anyway. Just let me help next time, you dunce."
Romeo smiles, lifting his head to rest his chin against his shoulder.
"You can still help noooowwwww..." He whines, similar to hours before to Carlo's dismay,
"Don't do this-"
"But Carlo I need heeeellllpppp, and you're the smartest guy I knooooowwww." He continues whining, dramatically turning his head and flopping his arms about.
"Ok I'll help just cut it-"
"Carlooooooo..."
"YES YES I'LL HELP STOP."
Romeo smirks, and Carlo's cheeks flush with frustration, before smiling and letting out a small giggle, which turns into a fit of giggles between the two for full minutes in the dressing room.
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"Ok- here's the plan." Romeo and Carlo are close, faces leaned near as they whisper.
"You distract Lea first- you keep her occupied with 'training', while I run down the Boulevard for some kind of shop. Then, I come back on the 10 minute mark, we switch off, discreetly, you can't go immediately or she'll notice." He pats and squeezes his shoulder, "Ready brother?"
"As I'll ever be, brother."
And the plan goes into motion- for the next two hours of what was endless training for Lady Florence, the boys were taking turns searching high and low for a shop worthy enough, let alone a gift. Though they weren't 'training' per se, you could easily be convinced that they lost multiple pounds each during these two hours.
Aside from the occasional look of suspicion, they were under the radar in their plan, executing with high precision that they only ever seemed to practice when on the battlefield.
It was at the plans near end, right when they were beginning to lose hope, that they found the perfect gift.
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"Are you sure this is going to work?"
"Yeah! Why?"
"Well- just wondering- do you know if she's ever been surprised before? Like, a dark room, confetti, screaming 'Happy Birthday!' Kind of surprise?"
"I... Oh. I actually have no idea."
"Exactly! What if it's like that one time you and Rosie threw something for me like that, and I passed out from shock? Or worse..."
"Pfft- hehe. I forgot about that-"
"Shut up! You know how my parents are..."
"Yeah- sorry. Anyways, what are you worried about? That she's gonna hit us? Think we're intruders?"
"Well, yeah. I doubt anyone visits the Legendary Stalkers room, turns all the lights off, and waits for her."
"Well, you make it sound so much creepier than it is!"
"It's inherently odd!"
"Shh! Someone's coming-"
The jostling and jingling of keys sound, paired with clicks of a heel, nearing closer and closer to the door before them.
Romeo and Carlo had been in this room- Lea Florence, their teachers room- for a generous hour and a half hanging streamers, setting a small table with themed cutlery and plates, and distributing items of 'who carries what' for when she would arrive.
Carlo held a moderately sized cake, decorated with white, red, and pink frosting in a neat design of a rose garden- topped with a personalized piping of the birthday woman's' full name and candles and flame, the only thing illuminating the dark room.
Romeo held a small party favor that was sure to spew confetti at the strings pull, and he stood just a foot away to the nearest light switch. Putting himself in charge of timing the light to then signal Carlo to shout the words...
click
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"
The room stops as Lea's eyes widen and adjust, her mouth opening, but no words making their way out. Confetti in her hair, and two boys smiling wide before her, she lets out a scoff.
Then a giggle.
Then a full hearty laugh.
The pair glanced at one another, smiles faltering as their target audience began laughing at them. At the display? With them? What was it? Whatever it was, they didn't pick up on it, not before Carlo could speak up,
"You... Don't like it?"
And Romeo followed,
"Sorry- are parties not your-"
"This is what you fools were up to?" She asked as she wiped a tear from her cheek, giggling in between words. They looked at each other again, before simultaneously going,
"Yeah..?"
Lea giggles even more- Lea, the Legendary Stalker- was giggling like a schoolgirl before them. They thought that they must've passed out and started dreaming or something. She saunters over, wiping another tear or two before wrapping her arms around their necks, pulling them together into a half-hug.
"You idiots..." I all she mutters as her hold tightens, each boy leaning into her shoulder and peering at the other in confusion first, then smiling in wonder.
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Another hour passes quick as seconds for the group; sharing cake, small stories, and even a few laughs. They've never been this close, this vulnerable- with her at least.
Lea was all business, a serious face and a constant expression that deters. Carlo would bet that nobody's seen her in such a way, no one in Krat, and Romeo would bet that the reason for that was because it was reserved for those closest to her.
Both reveled in the feeling of honor to have been subjected to this 'her' regardless.
"Oh- I nearly forgot. Carlo?" Romeo gestures to him, and after a set of looks he nods,
"Oh yes! The gift!" He laughs, practically skipping with energy towards the small box in the corner of the room. Lea tilts her head, raising a brow while her eyes bounce from Carlo to Romeo,
"Gift? Don't tell me-"
"it isn't a birthday without at least one gift, is it?" Carlo asks paired with a wide smile, placing the gift in his teacher's lap. The boys watch, each with an eager expression that communicated the 'go on' they wished to say. Lea smirks, shaking her head before gently opening the box.
Within laid a sleeve, one fitting for a vinyl and only that. It was slightly damaged, scratched a bit scuffed in one area, slightly bent inward in another. It was light tan in color, a blank canvas for any artist's influence. Lea looked up from where the cover laid on her lap and at the boys responsible,
"You... A vinyl sleeve? What for?" She inquired, and Romeo giggled in response,
"What else for? The vinyl we've got! The tune we recorded not too long ago!" He smiles, turning his head to Carlo beside him and pointing, "Which by the way... Have I told you how absolutely smashing you are on the Piano?"
Carlo smiles and scoffs, hiding the blush dusting on his pale cheeks,
"Only a million times... Besides, it wouldn't have been complete without your Cello."
"Annndd you're violin." Romeo turns the compliment to Lea, whose eyes are wide with surprise. They begin to soften, and both Romeo and Carlo nod and walk to her, pointing and poking at the cover, a mess of 'we can draw here...', 'mark our names here...'. Lea watches as they brainstorm, seeming content enough to just let them spew whatever ideas they like, only chiming in for little details and slight tweaks.
For a moment she thinks, for a moment, it's as if all of her worries and troubles were gone, and the only things that existed were these two bright young men before her.
Her students, her family.
And thus, the record was housed.
Romeo drew roses about the edges of the sleeve, some messier than others, but overall delivering the message.
Lea adds on details, like a leaf or a bush here and there, a swoop there and a swoop here, all in compliment to Romeo's doodles.
Carlo writes right in the middle the title of the tune; "Survivor". His writing is smooth and elegant, the calligraphy refined and practiced in every word. He writes his name in the left corner, just "Carlo" in a similar but more casual script, and he passes the quill to his friends.
Friends, Family, the people he loved and who loved him back.
With Romeo and Lea's name written near his, the sleeve is complete, making a cover fit for their tune.
It was messy, it was colorful, it was unique, and it was theirs.
Lea hangs it on the wall beside her bed in the bedroom, Carlo and Romeo already passed out in the chairs at the center table; Romeo snores, recklessly leaned back against the chair, while Carlo remains quiet with his head laying over his folded arms. Lea smiles, opting not to wake them quite yet, instead taking it all in.
Taking them in, and under her gentle wing rather than below her critiquing sword. For in this moment, they were her baby chicks and not her soldiers.
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A/N: A cute Lies of P Fic, Catch! So I finished Overture and I was upset and hated it (it was amazing and I'm obsessed with the lore and characters) After the ending ripped my heart out, cut it into pieces, and put it back inside of me, I decided to do what writers do and be extremely delusional, put it into words, and post it while I act like I'm ok! It's also teeny tiny practice for how I wanna write these characters in that longer fic that I'm planning- and with that in mind I actually really enjoyed exploring these characters and their dynamic! Super fun write, and I hope it's just as fun of a read! Enjoy!!!
#Mother Lea canon#Touchy Romeo and 'deals with it' Carlo canon#everyone is happy and no one can fuck this up for me canon#I tried to make a sort of mini story of after they made that song we get in her room after her message#decided her two sons should gift her a sleeve because its totally her b-day because I say so#fanfiction#fanfic#lies of p#lop#lies of p overture#lop overture#lop carlo#carlo lies of p#lies of p carlo#carlo geppetto#romeo king of puppets#romeo lies of p#lies of p romeo#romeo#king of puppets#lea monad#lea florence monad#lies of p lea#lies of p legendary stalker#legendary stalker#lies of p fanfic#lies of P fic
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im absolutely floored by the big brains of ur superhero dr. as a visual learner, i need to know how the feys look like!!! would u ever make moodboards for the insektoids, greys, greens...😵💫
the fey are cryptozoological phenomena (think sasquatch, loch ness monster). they are inhumans with advanced technologies. . . . i assume you only meant physical appearance but i like to yapyap yap. . .
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these are only some examples, and this list in no way encompasses every alien or even every earthly species. more are still always being uncovered.
insektoids
earthly creatures, that vary a lot on an in terms of physiology and appearance based on the area the hive occupies and the role an individual serves within the hive system.

the borers are the burrowers, diggers of the underground labyrinths; with long, segmented, wormlike bodies and flat faces and large mandibles for pushing aside dirt. they are considered as living tools for the rest of the hives, and are consumed when their use has run its course.
the hoarders are the asexual keepers of food and resources within a hive. they are the most humanoid, those that serve directly under the queen use language and mathematics to communicate with her the resources they possess. these are the general media representatives for the insekts, and this is what the public sees of them.
the guards are the venomous protectors of the hive and its queen; an all female class of elite warriors, massive colorful creatures, with large powerful wings, sharp barbs adorning their front legs and pincer mouths, with a paralytic venom.
the drones are a harem of haploid grub-like males whose sole role in the hive is to fertilize the eggs the queen lays. they are small, without stingers or any form of self defense. and die almost immediately after mating. they are the only males in a hive.
queens. massive spiderlike entities. head spiritual and political leaders of a hive system. there are twelve known queens in the United States. all hives possess at least one, very rarely hives contain mutiple, but they can't exist without one. she is the mother of every insekt in a hive, and she is able to sense through each insekt, they are all extentions of her. they all serve her.
INSEKT technology relies on metals from the earth. because they are primarily subterranean.
The Greys "Roswell's Greys"
greys are an ancient, cryptic incredibly intelligent race, harking from beyond the milky way. only first discovered in the late 20s, they resemble the most common pop-culture depictions of aliens: thin bodies, bulbous heads, bulging black eyes, and pale grey-green to grey-blue skin. virtually nothing is known about the group other than their self-appointed status as space cops, managers of interplanetary conflict, enforcers of justice. no other group is smart enough or technologically advanced enough to compete with this position. (so it's good they're generally on our side)



extraplanetary creatures. their name derives from the appearance of their skin: a thin, almost metallic membrane stretched over disproportionately long limbs. small bodies, swollen with organs visible through their skin, and the strange open structure of their ribcages. their heads are bulbous, with massive bulging black globes of eyes and small, flat lower faces. think classic alien ; the E.T.s and the Pauls of the galaxy.
The Greens "Martians" "Mimicks"
replickoids are extraplanetary shapeshifters without one visual form. they are one race despite appearing physologically different. they constantly change to adapt to whatever their environment requires. they encompass a broad variety of roles, and serve a purpose in the scheme. they're space-goblins (where greys are elves, and humans are orcs), astronautical pirates, and arbiters of mischief.
Merpeople "Atlantians"
an aquatic earthly people. historically expansive across the Atlantic, hunted to near extinction in the 16th century. today they remain along the coast of Denmark in recesses of the baltic sea. historically they have interbred with humans living along that coast, resulting in many part. they possess sand-paper scaled skin like sharks and large bulging eyes to sense light in the depths. gills line either side of their ribcage. modern merfolk are ghostly pale, to make up for their depth and lack of exposure to sunlight.
Jestroids
an earthly species of performers that has lived alongside humanity forever, or at least since kings desired entertainment. human sized and human shaped, they blend into humanity generally, except for all white faces, and smooth hairless skin. there are many breeds of clown ; hard to quantify, various in their brand of humor and character, they travel alongside carnivals across the US. however, not all clowns are genetic jesters. ***based on the ongoing clown husbandry meme i've seen here on tumblr
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“Wadiyatalkinabeet” - A Meta Analysis of The Big Lez Show
Spoilers if you haven’t seen this amazing show. It’s fairly short and all on youtube so please do yourself a favor and watch it!!!
The Big Lez Show handles the 4th wall in really interesting ways. Even as early as Season 1 characters will reference the episode or show they are in as a passing joke and nobody will bat an eye. This all ties into the fact that the entire show can be seen as a show within a show, with Clarence Claymore as the director and creator and all the characters as actors. This gives Clarence’s role in the story as this immortal tortured soul such an interesting touch. The fact that Clarence created the Choomahs, these Homer Simpson like killing machines also plays into Lez’s own self determinism. The fact that Choomahs look like Homer Simpson and always attack Lez and his friends is symbolic of the formulaic nature of adult animation and how it totally kills any depth characters have. Lez’s own hatred for Norton can be viewed as manufactured by his father and the show as a whole, and Lez needs to break through that hatred to find his own happiness. After Lez’s sacrifice in the end of the story, the Choomahs show that they’ve grown intelligence and want to end the conflict, showing our cast has been freed from the cycle of stagnation and continued senseless combat.
Before I get into the next section I want to get into the cosmology of Big Lez, so I’ll need to talk about Sassy the Sasquatch. Sassy is essentially the universe itself, he houses infinite universes with himself. The Sassy we see in the show is only an observer sent to experience the many worlds and return to the larger universal Sassy. These infinite worlds mean that the multiple sorts of meta ideas at play, seemingly messy, can all coexist in the same way a multiverse does.
In the finale to Season 3, Choomah Island, Lez smokes a joint Sassy gave him and enters a sort of world beyond earth and meets the universal Sassy. Sassy opens Lez’s eyes to the fact that he lives within the box of a digital art software. His whole life has been drawn and created by someone else, every second of it. But with this realization Lez can take his life into his own hands. With the help of Sassy he breaks down his wants in life to, at its core, a desire to be happy. Lez doesn;t know how to achieve this but Sassy simply tells him “What’s the first thing everyone does before they start their day? They wake up.” That really is the heart of why I love these instances of meta cosmological mumbo jumbo.
All of these lenses you can view The Big Lez Show through are forms of escapism. Even in Sassy the Sasquatch spinoff we see how Sassy got lost in Lez’s world choosing to stay there instead of exploring the multiverse, but through exploring a reality where all of the show was the dream of Big Jez, Sassy is able to escape a self made time loop and return to his purpose . We can find millions of billions of external excuses for our bad habits and choose to ignore the root of our problems, and even the root of our desires. “Aren’t we all chasin’ the light mate? Lookin’ everywhere to find it. Everywhere but within.” These external forces far higher than ourselves can redefine our lives and make us get lost in our own heads when deep down the answers we need are within ourselves. Ironically once we wake up, our dreams are within reach.


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"You've been inside that box your whole life. And you had no idea you were inside the box. Just like when an animal is born in captivity and grows up in a zoo. That animal is completely unaware that there is a whole other world outside beyond the fence. Well, this is like that, mate. You're outside of the box. And someone else has been drawing your life for you. It's about time you think for yourself. Where you decide what happens."
—Sassy the Sasquatch, The Big Lez Show
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This guy on YouTube just confidently averred that sasquatch mate for life.
Can you imagine a bigfoot... seeing another bigfoot... and making it work?
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Two Hair Bear Bunch mating season headcannons for the price of one (amazing value, don't you think?)
Just as the madcap ursine trio is setting up another iteration of Camp Volkswagen for the sake of their orgies, it turns out some specimens of Sasquatch have converged on the campsite, in particular a male displaying a soft erection for some reason and a female desiring sex with the bears (and they play along with such desires).
On occasion, what with soap use strongly discouraged in the freshwater ecosystem because pollution risk (as in toxic algae buildup), expect the trio to have an occasional night between orgies in some motel or campground of more conventional sort because of hot showers as will allow them to shower in such manner as allows them to scrub off parasites such as lice, ticks and fleas, in particular such prone to causing Lyme disease and Rocky Mountain spotted fever.
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Sasquatch Love Spell by AC Ruttan
5 stars

This story grabbed from the start and didn’t let me go! The world within our world where our characters thrive, it was so easy to visualize. Aoife and Adam had that instant spark, and the heat just grew from there. Meanwhile, a war is coming their way, and we get to meet all sorts of different characters, good and bad, while these two fall in love. Liked it a whole lot and can’t wait for more Sasquatch love <3
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Defending Cryptozoology
Professor Tim Coulson, a mainstream scientist, calls cryptids like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster "pure fantasy" in a recent article. His ideas are based on evolutionary biology and the lack of physical proof, but dismissing cryptozoology ignores its scientific and cultural worth. Why cryptozoology needs defense: 1. Absence of Evidence Is Not Evidence of Absence. Professor Coulson claims that Bigfoot and Nessie don't exist because there are no skeletal remains, convincing imagery, or other physical evidence. History shows that absence of proof doesn't imply nonexistence. Before their discovery, coelacanths, okapi, and gigantic squid were considered mythological creatures. Little is known about the deep seas, impenetrable woods, and isolated mountain ranges. Could Bigfoot or the Yeti live in these unexplored areas? Though unlikely, it's scientifically conceivable. 2. Cryptozoology promotes discovery. Cryptozoology encourages natural science and discovery. It encourages distant exploration, data collection, and environmental study. Expeditions to find cryptids regularly uncover new plant and animal species. Even if we don't find the cryptid, these attempts aid in our understanding of biodiversity and ecology. 3. Multidisciplinarity. Cryptozoology involves biology, anthropology, folklore, and psychology as well as other areas. Misidentifications of real animals like bears or cultural stereotypes of untamed, humanoid monsters may link bigfoot sightings. Studying cryptids reveals human culture, mythology, and nature perception. 4. The Evolutionary Arguments Aren’t Absolute. Professor Coulson claims evolutionary timescales preclude Bigfoot and Nessie. Evolution is complicated and unexpected. While the idea of a human ancestor evolving into a Sasquatch in 16,000 years seems unlikely, evolutionary outliers and isolated populations have occurred before. Despite the impossibility of plesiosaurs mating in Loch Ness, an unknown aquatic species is possible. Cryptozoology considers undiscovered creatures; not all cryptids must be real. 5. Cryptozoology is economic and cultural. Professor Coulson says the Loch Ness Monster brings in £30 million annually. Local culture, tourism, and tradition firmly anchor Cryptids. Beyond their economic influence, they enrich human civilization with wonder and mystery. Dismissing them as "pure fantasy" diminishes their cultural value worldwide. 6. Consensus challenges benefit science. Science thrives on challenging accepted notions. Openly dismissing cryptozoology stifles curiosity. Skepticism is healthy, but scientific advancement requires openness. Today's cryptids may be like the gorilla or platypus of the past. Exploration, even for unlikely claims, can reveal surprises. 7. Cryptozoology and aliens face similar issues. Interestingly, Professor Coulson supports alien life but rejects cryptids. Cryptozoology and extraterrestrial life research share problems: a lack of tangible evidence and difficulty researching huge, unknown areas. Why not consider cryptids if scientists can accept aliens without proof? Finally, investing time in cryptozoology is not a waste. It inspires curiosity, investigation, and admiration for the unknown. Skepticism is necessary, but dismissing cryptozoology diminishes its potential contributions to science, culture, and discovery. We should approach science with an open mind, eager to discover what lies ahead.
#cryptozoology#bigfoot#cryptids#sasquatch#north american cryptid#cryptid#loch ness monster#tim coulson
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do you think yetis and sasquatches are like genetically compatible? like if they mated would they actually have children? i think they would but they'd be like most hybrid species and the offspring would be sterile
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