#reptilian cody

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Midnight Masquerade - Fox

Chapter Summary: The bottle chooses Fox, and you very quickly regret your brash words to the Marshal Commander.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ minors skedaddle; half dragon!Fox x f!reader; kinks: thigh riding and cockwarming; bratting, brat taming, slight Dom/sub undertones (edit: inspired by @sev-on-kamino's recent Fox kinktober post), orgasm denial, spanking (exactly once), unintentional exhibitionism/voyeurism, I saw recently that argued dragons shouldn't have snake belly scales but instead alligator belly scales so Fox's anatomy based loosely on that of an alligator or crocodile (look it up at own discretion), unprotected PiV, oral (f receiving), please let me know if I missed anything, and please read at own peril having read these warnings

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Not fully happy with this one, but that may just be because I wrote this at the end of my ninth day of work in a row. Brain mush. Enjoy the smuts. okay bye love u

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...Fox. 

Equal parts exhilaration and anxiety course through you when you jerk your head up to meet Fox’s gaze. In the flashing, multicolored lights, his scales glint ruby, and though his features are now more reptilian—more dragon-like—you catch the hint of a smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth. A thin, forked tongue flicks over his pointed teeth. Delight dances down your spine with a shudder.

What was it you had just said? You only beg for those who earn it? 

Yeah, you should have known better.

But, never one to back down from a challenge, you cock an eyebrow at him with a teasing smile. “Shall we, Commander?”

His form is imposing as he stands, every movement calm, collected, calculated; he knows what he’s doing. He knows exactly the way your eyes can’t resist following how his claw-tipped fingers roll up the sleeves of his button-down. Exhaling a shuddering breath, you ignore the way that Wolffe and Cody both shoot you amused looks as you stand, as well. You fight to keep your knees from trembling. 

Fox jerks his head to gesture past your shoulder, indicating for you to lead the way. Turning on your heel, you make sure to swish your hips just a little bit more than your natural walk, slightly arching your back to make your silhouette more alluring. As you press through the crowd, they part before you. A few troopers, probably shinies, nearly trip over themselves to get out of your way. At first, you’re confused at their actions. A glance over your shoulder reveals exactly their fear: a Marshal Commander of the GAR stalks behind you, thin wisps of smoke curling out of his nostrils, a crown of horns swept back from his face, his intense gaze glowering at anyone who gets too close to you. 

When those dark eyes meet yours, you nearly stumble yourself.

Facing forward again, you try not to make it obvious that you’ve lengthened your stride, eager to reach the back rooms. Through a doorway, down the main hallway past several closed doors, you lead Fox. You turn the first corner and—

You’re pressed against the wall, Fox’s tall, lithe form trapping you in. His forearms brace on the wall next to your head as one of his legs slots between yours. Lips parting in surprise, heart stuttering in your chest, you gasp. 

“Fox?” 

He rumbles deep in his throat. “Don’t think I didn’t see you out there, little one.” 

Goosebumps erupt over your skin at his tone. “W-What do you mean?” 

“Don’t play dumb, mesh’la,” he says, “it’s unbecoming of you.” 

“Fine.” Thudding your head back against the cool wall, you regard him with curious eyes. “Would it make you feel better to know I put on that show just for you?” 

He bares his teeth in what you guess is a dragon’s approximation of a smile. “Maybe.”

You huff a laugh. Keeping your eyes on his, you tentatively reach for him. Your fingers bump into his body, and you smooth your palms up over the clean, crisp lines of his button-down, following the contours of his chest. Fox regards you with an impassive smile; the only sign of his own curiosity is a miniscule tilt of his head. Under the shirt, the bumps and ridges of his scales tantalize your sense of touch. You want to know what he looks like without clothes—both in this form and in his normal state. 

“Fuck,” he breathes as you slide your hands in opposite directions. One palm curves up the back of his neck to slide over one of his horns, the bony protrusion thick and curved; your other hand glides down his front to cup over the bulge in his pants. “Could take you right here.”

Heat blazes through you. A small sound escapes you, but it doesn’t escape his notice.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he grits out as you rub your palm over his bulge. “You’d get off on knowing that anyone could turn the corner and see us. Such a shame you won’t have my dick inside you until you earn it.” 

Your eyes snap back to his. So that’s how this is going to be? Fixing him with a smirk, you retract your hands. “I believe it’s you who has some earning to do tonight, Fox.”

“Oh, mesh’la,” he says, words rumbling with a dark chuckle. “You’ll learn.”

Faster than you can react, his hands flash to your waist so he can hoist you up onto your toes, balancing your heated core on his thick, scaled thigh. You whimper, suddenly acutely aware of the ache building in your core, the deep-seated desire to feel your body pressed against his. You rest your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself. For once in your life you’re grateful to have worn a skirt. The thin, flimsy material of your panties lets you feel nearly everything. 

Breath coming in harsh gasps already, you search his gaze. For what, you’re not sure, but the amused glint in his slitted eyes makes your stomach lurch pleasantly. 

“Here’s how this is going to work, little one,” Fox says. “First, you’re gonna make yourself cum on my thigh. Second, I don’t care who walks around that corner, you don’t stop. Third, if you make any noise other than to say ‘please,’ I’m going to pull back and you have to get yourself worked up again. And finally, you’re going to cum as many times as it takes for you to beg. Are we clear?” 

Swallowing around the sudden dryness in your throat, you blink at him once. Is this a trick? He just said if you did anything other than say ‘please...’ Steeling your nerves, you nod your head slowly. 

In a terrifying display of teeth, Fox grins. “Good. So obedient already.” ‘

Defiance flares in you, and you nearly open your mouth to retort—but his grip at your waist tugs you forward, and your clothed clit gently jolts over the ridges of his scales. A moan catches in your throat at the surge of pleasure. Biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself silent, you take over, rocking your hips back and forth, back and forth, in a steady rhythm. Pleasure, hot and simmering, burns steadily brighter in your lower belly. 

Fox’s gaze never leaves your face. The longer you stare back, the more adjusted you become to the vast difference between the human face you’d seen earlier tonight and this ruby-scaled dragon. His eyes are still the same warm amber, you realize. Locking onto that detail, your breathing hitches as you angle your hips a bit to press your clit more fully against the scales of his thigh. The cord of tension in your belly pulls a bit tighter. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Make a mess all over my thigh, little one.” 

A silent ‘fuck’ forms in your mouth—you catch the noise before it slips out. Encouraged by his words, your first orgasm rolls through you without warning. Hot and slow, the waves of pleasure pulse through your body. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip; you squeeze your eyes shut, fingers twisting in Fox’s shirt, to keep yourself quiet. 

As your climax fades, you open your eyes to find Fox regarding you with a tilted head. You narrow your eyes as if to ask, What? 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. 

Shyness blooms in your chest. Leaning forward, he presses his lips—because he does still have lips in this form—to yours. The anatomy is strange, his scales cool and dry against your mouth, but the eroticism of it sends a shiver straight to your center. When your tongue darts out to lick against him, he parts his lips. Gently, so his teeth don’t catch your soft flesh, he lets his tongue dance with yours. 

You begin to rock your hips again. Pussy lips slick with your arousal, your rhythmic movements glide easier, the pleasure building slowly once again. Pulling away from his mouth, you bury your face in his neck and reach up to his horns. You wrap your hands around the biggest pair, dark, thick, twisting growths, and use them as leverage. Fox groans, letting you pull his head forward a bit.

You know your panties are probably soaked through by now, your juices probably beginning to soak into the fabric of his pants, but you don’t care. All you can focus on is the growing pleasure in your core, the way that electricity zings up your spine with each press and pull of your sensitive clit over his thigh. You circle your hips, and the action nearly jerks a groan out of you.

“Fuck, you gonna cum again already?” Fox asks. His grip on you tightens. 

You are—you both know it. Your pace turns sloppy, stilted, as you hone in on the specific movements that keep pressure on your clit even as you slide along his thigh. Panting, you catch your bottom lip in your teeth once more. You’re so close. 

A strangled moan punches out of your throat as Fox suddenly drags you far more forward than your own movements intended. 

Immediately, Fox drops his leg, though he continues to hold you steady by your waist. Your eyes shoot open to meet his, desperation and indignation coating your tongue in bitterness. 

“Fox!” you hiss. 

“You agreed to the rules, little one,” he says with a dangerous smirk. “You know the word to make this stop. To make sure you get my cock in that soaked cunt.” 

Clamping your jaw shut, you glare at him until he decides enough time has passed. He slots his thigh between yours once more, the returned pressure making your body shake. Resuming your previous pose, your head buried in his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder, you rut against him in earnest, determined to cum again at any cost. It takes a moment, but the arousal you’d felt before comes rushing back with enough force to almost make you gasp. Tightening your grip on his horns, you rub your slick folds across his thigh with precision. 

Your muscles begin to lock up as your second orgasm approaches. Chest heaving, you grit your teeth, praying you can keep quiet this time. 

A noise of surprise sounds nearby. Yanking your head up, you lock eyes with someone—is that Mayday? But you find you can’t stop your movements, so karking close to falling over the edge of bliss that you don’t care who sees. Mayday freezes with his foot on the bottom of the nearby stairs, eyes wide as he drinks the sight of you in. Your cunt flutters around nothing now that you have an audience. 

Your orgasm begins to crest. “O-Oh—” 

Again you’re violently ripped away from the promise of relief. Orgasm fading, but heart still pounding, you tear your eyes from Mayday to focus back on Fox. He regards you with a calm, smug smirk. Tears spring to your eyes in frustration. 

The sound of Mayday’s retreating footsteps doesn’t break the stare you and Fox are locked into. Desperation claws up your chest, puncturing your pride. You want to cum. You want it so kriffin’ bad. And you know how to get what you want.

A contented puff of smoke plumes from Fox’s nostrils as if he knows you’re close to the breaking point. “Well, little one?” he prompts. 

Closing your eyes, you drop your head forward until your chin touches your chest. Quietly, for his ears only, you mumble a single word: “Please.”

“Sorry, what was that, mesh’la? Couldn’t hear you,” he says in a tone of voice that suggests otherwise. 

“Please,” you repeat, a fraction louder. 

“Mm, nope, still can’t hear you.” One clawed finger tilts your face up to his once again. His eyes are soft, questioning. He’s silently asking if you still want this.

You do. Swallowing your pride, you sigh. “Please, Fox, I want your cock.” 

All of his teeth shine in the low lamplight as a slow smile curls over his face. “Was that so hard?” 

“Yes,” you grunt out. 

He snorts but otherwise ignores you. He hoists you up, arms sliding under your ass to cradle you to him, and you wrap your legs around his middle. Taking just a few steps, he opens the nearest door and ducks inside—then immediately turns and pins you against the inside of the door.

Your clothing tears easily beneath his hands. You nearly protest—but the look in his eyes stalls your words on your tongue. First your shirt, hanging from your shoulders in tatters, then your skirt, falling to the floor with a flutter. Finally, he hooks one sharp claw under the fabric of your panties and tugs—the thin fabric shreds without resistance. 

Two can play this game, though. Grabbing two fistfuls of the front of his shirt, you yank. Buttons scatter across the floor, bouncing out of sight, when you tear his button-down open, revealing his chest. Blush red scales cover his chest and belly, and when he shrugs out of the ruined top, your mouth waters at the sight of his toned biceps rippling beneath ruby scales. But his scales aren’t exactly what you expected. Instead of being pointed and overlapping, they’re more squared, and nestle together like puzzle pieces. 

You don’t have long to salivate over him before he sets you on shaky feet and spins you around. Your breasts press into the cool metal of the door, sending a shiver through your body. Craning your head back to watch Fox strip from his pants, you groan as the rest of his body is revealed to you. The wet spot on the front of his pants bears testament to your arousal. He bunches the garment in his hands and presses it to his face, inhaling audibly. 

Gasping, you flush with warmth. But your attention is quickly drawn from his action to the bulge at the apex of his thighs. Your eyes widen. Where you had nearly expected a normal set of anatomy, instead you find a round bulge with a small slit in the center. 

Fox must feel where your stare lingers because he tosses the pants over his shoulder. Running a soothing hand down your bare back, with his other hand he gingerly frees his cock from the bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp. 

His cock is big—the bulge was deceptive in its size. And it’s pearly, nearly white, glistening with natural lubrication. The tip is ridged, and you groan at the thought of what it’ll feel like in you. 

“Still want this?” Fox asks, voice sounding strained. 

“Kriff, Fox,” you groan, arching your back and presenting your ass to him. “Yes. Please.” 

Notching the tip at your soaked entrance, he gives you a toothy grin, nearly a snarl. “Since you asked so nicely.” 

And then he slides in, inch by delicious inch. You both moan, loud enough that anyone walking by the room would be able to hear without issue, but you don’t care. His cock stretches you, splits you open, and when he comes to a halt, his balls resting against your clit, you tremble. Pussy clenching around him, you groan. 

“Fox, please,” you plead. “Need you to fuck me.” 

Wordlessly, he presses one large hand to your head to hold you in place against the door, his other hand squeezing your thigh. But he doesn’t move. He just sits there, letting his cock soak in your slick, grunting when your pussy flutters around his girth. You whine, the noise scraping out of your throat matching the level of desperation thrumming through your veins. If you just...rock your hips a little, flex your kegels like that...you might be able to cum. 

Smack! 

You yelp, the spank to your ass stinging, before Fox smooths over the heated skin. 

“Stay still,” he orders, voice raspy and gruff. “Need to feel you like this.” 

“And I need you to fuck me,” you shoot back. You flex around him again, earning you a low, growled groan. 

“Little one,” he warns. But his resolve is slipping, you can tell just by the way his voice hitches over the words. 

“Fox, please,” you whine. Then, an idea flashes through your lust-addled mind. “Please, Commander, fuck me.” 

His grip on your thigh tightens almost painfully, but your use of his title has the intended effect. He pulls his thick length out of your pussy nearly all the way, before slamming back in to the hilt. You cry out, pleasure jolting through you. Fox sets a punishing pace, the ridged head of his cock gliding against your walls and stimulating every deep part of you that you can never reach on your own. Moans and praises fall from your lips in half-coherent words; your legs quiver with the intense rush of pleasure coursing through you. 

Fox grunts with each sheathing of his cock in your tight walls. “Where can I cum?” 

“Paint my ass, Commander,” you gasp out. 

With a groan, he reaches around to your front and circles two fingers overtop your clit. Pussy clamping around him, you cry out, shoved to the edge of orgasm without warning. 

Fox pulls out and spills his warm seed all over the globes of your ass with a heady moan. The thick, sticky liquid begins to drip down the backs of your thighs, some of it spilling over your slick cunt, and Fox just uses the extra substance as added lube as he maintains a tight pace over your clit. 

His palm disappears from your head as he drops to his knees behind you. You twist just in time to watch him bury his face between your thighs, his long, forked tongue drawing up your sopping cunt, your arousal mixed with his cum. You can’t help the way your body spasms at the sight—and then he’s transforming back into a human with his face still pressed to your center. The long tongue becomes shorter, flatter, warmer, and between his licks along your folds and the way his fingers circle your sensitive clit, you fall apart with a shout.

When he finally pulls away, his face is covered in your juices. His curls, gray at his temples, fall over his sweaty forehead. His chest heaves with every breath, but a self-satisfied, smug smile curls over his pink lips.

“You good, meshl’a?” he asks. 

A shiver wracks through you as you pant against the door, legs threatening to give out. “Uh-huh. Never better.” 

Humming, Fox stands and scoops you into his arms. You’re too boneless to protest, body curling into his warmth. Carefully, he scoots onto a bed you hadn’t noticed before and tucks you both under the fine sheets. His thumb rubs soothing circles against your hip where he holds you, and under your ear, his heart rate begins to settle in tandem with yours. 

When you feel up to it, you raise your head to meet his gaze. “Guess you earned it, huh?” 

His chuckle rumbles through his chest into yours. “Never doubted that I would.”

“Cocky,” you mutter, laying your head back against his chest, a content smile curling over your lips.

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[romegaketh]

pocket outtake or whatever.

(m, seth/roman, orgasm control, on the mild side of fucked up for pocket content but established abusive relationship + dubious consent due to memory loss; roman's control + gender issues.)

-

Seth's hair looked very blond. Roman had left his card at the salon and strict instructions for someone, anyone, to fix Seth's hair so he could be seen in public. He was pretty sure it had done real damage: blond was expensive, way more expensive than you'd think if you were just getting Dean Ambrose to fry half your head off in a motel bathroom. But he had money now, and so did Seth even if he didn't remember it, and god knew he wasn't taking Seth back to the show to look a goddamn mess.

Also, it felt nice when he touched it, now. And he liked to touch it. Seth went appealingly agreeable when you pulled him by the hair.

Seth sprawled across his chest. His hair smelled amazing, like a bouquet. "I thought it was fine before." 

Roman smacked his ass - mostly gently, but with enough weight for it to sting. "'Thank you, Roman, that was considerate of you.'" 

Seth bit him lightly, just a graze of his teeth across Roman's shoulder. "Thank you, Roman, that was considerate of you. Want a blowjob?" 

Roman laughed. Kissed him. God, he loved kissing Seth. "I want to talk about something." 

Seth levered himself up onto his elbows, looking down at Roman. It was weird to have the hair around his face be all blond - and that a clean bleach, not quite Cody's icy cool, but not the yellowing mess Seth had historically tended towards - but he was beautiful, Roman thought about it all the time, it surprised him. "Okay."

Roman cupped the nape of Seth's neck with one hand and flipped them, so Seth was beneath him, ignoring Seth's startled, indignant squawk as he rearranged them to keep his weight off Seth's knee. "I want you to stop getting yourself off." 

"What?" 

He traced his thumb along Seth's cheek, his lower lip. When he pressed down Seth let him in. "From now on, you should only come on my cock."

Seth shivered. "What?"

Roman could feel him stirring against Roman's thigh. "Ideally, untouched. You shouldn't need anything but me to get you there. But we'll work on it. Together."

"I-" 

"I know it's not what you're used to. But I'd like it if you would try making sex special for us."

"For us-" But Roman knew when Seth was working himself into trouble so he shoved two fingers into Seth's mouth and let him think about it.

-

"Okay," Seth said. "What do I get in exchange?" He had dressed in a shirt Roman had bought him - a plain silk button-down, but it fit him well and made his eyes pop - and was cutting up salad ingredients for what was going to be their lunch. 

"In exchange?" Roman asked. He'd been at the kitchen island, reading the Financial Times on his tablet. "I thought we were a team, sweetheart."

Seth pointed at him with the knife he was using to slice a carrot into matchsticks. Roman had a meal service most days but he couldn't say he didn't like watching Seth in the big kitchen, bustling around; it appealed to something deep and reptilian inside him that made him want to hide all Seth's socks and shoes. "We are, babe," Seth was saying, "except that's a very skewed situation which only benefits you. What's in it for me?"

Roman laughed. He put his tablet down and got to his feet, striding across the kitchen tile to press himself up against Seth's back, settle his hands on Seth's hips to pull them flush together. "You come on my cock, little brother. You haven't complained about it before."

Seth huffed, tilting his head to one side so Roman could kiss his neck. "I could start."

"Sami and Kevin," Roman said. Nipped at Seth's earlobe, held him when he half-jumped. "You can have the house when they come by."

"It's a huge house," Seth protested. "You don't have to-" 

"You wanted something," Roman said. "There you go."

-

He didn't know why he wanted it so much. Enough to trade something like that - something Seth wouldn't have asked for but desperately wanted, that revealed something both of them were carefully avoiding. 

It was just that he hated the idea of anyone else touching Seth. Of anyone else making him come. And Seth was so experienced, and Roman was so - 

And it was hot, to think about it. To slap Seth's hand away from himself, to murmur, remember the rule even when he was the one going down on Seth and Seth was crying, huge wet tears down the side of his face from how bad he wanted it. 

"Roman," Seth said, yanking him up, trying to - he was uncoordinated, weak with pleasure, hands grasping at Roman's neck and shoulders with little strength. "I want, c'mon -" 

"Tell me how," Roman said. Startled by his own capacity. 

Seth knotted one hand in his own soft pale hair. "On your cock," he said. "Please." 

The only way you'll ever come again, Roman thought, pushing into him, thinking about forever. Seth was blood-hot, like silk, beneath him. Sometimes when he was fucking Seth he thought about God. 

"Roman," Seth repeated. When he said Roman's name it was like winning the title, lit up in front of all those people: the highest of highs but also so much responsibility. 

“I know,” Roman said. “You can have it now.” He pressed his palm against Seth, giving him the heel of his hand to rock against. “I love you.”

“Oh,” Seth said, startled, gorgeous, Roman’s -

-

"The blond cost you a grand, by the way," Seth informed him. "And I have to go back in three weeks for a deep condition before we try to lift it some more. My hair was extremely unhealthy." 

Roman slipped two fingers into Seth, fast and hard enough to make him yelp. "Okay," he said. "They can keep my card on file." 

[ahc-au]

If the turtles eventually could live over approximately hundred years to the future which is in Cody's present time like other reptilian species (take Leatherhead for example) , would they have a clash of events or having a paradox scenario and have a reunion as old men .

Like they have arrived at NNYC after 2105 , meeting up Cody and the Dark Turtles

What would it happen eventually ? Perhaps a nice chat ?

Ooh so I think about this occasionally because I headcanon that the turtles do live long lives after the end of the show (wrote some drabbles about it for tmntober 2023, specifically this and this), and I think if they are still alive, they're busy being old and wise and at least some of them are probably traveling in space or even in other dimensions. So much to explore out there, you know?

And I think that yeah maybe eventually they'd come hang out, and be sort of old mentors to these kids, it would probably be pretty chill, honestly, yeah! :)

But there's no official AHC canon on whether or not they're still out there, at least not yet, haha. We're at a somewhat smaller scale for now. Maybe someday one or both of us will write a silly crossover fic about it <3

-- Trauma

[cody3717]

So, how do eggs happen. Do they just appear like pokemon eggs??? Descend down from a Cody crane??? Does this imply your species is a something of a bird or perhaps reptilian or descending???? - 🍉

well um.

when....

when two Cody's love each other very much..

or,, when one single Cody wants to become a parent.... or multiple

ASK SOMEONE ELSE!!!! ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

[eastcoast-envy]

LANIDS - Set in the Andromeda galaxy several thousand years in the future, it follows the titular character Landis, a reptilian alien the last of his kind. He slept through an entire generations-long war powered by magic and now he must "catch up" on the time he missed and reconnect the galaxy with its forgotten magic.

Pantheon - Set in modern day America, it follows Lachesis (one of the Fates) and Aeon (the messenger of the Zodiac) as they try to piece together the powers that keep humanity running. [This one is the least complete of the stories]

HIM - Set in a parallel world where humans are anthropomorphic cats and soulmates exist. It focuses on three characters: Harvey, Icarus, and Mars (hence the title) whom lead strained interconnected lives. Harvey and Icarus are soulmates separated by The Outreach and Mars is the only one with powers to bring them together.

Powered - Set on an Earth where a few thousand individuals have obtained superpowers from the deadly "Rad-Virus". The story follows Marcus aka Stormchaser, Lexi aka Dino Girl, Cody aka Lifeline, and Roxanne aka Werewoman, as they balance a "normal" life with vigilante justice.

*Fleeing West - Set on a fantasy world run by dragons. The story focuses on a set of aquatic pirate dragons and how their matriarch lives long enough to see herself become the villain.

* this title name is not finalized and may change in the future.

Please note that all stories will feature LGBTQ+, neurodivergent, and disabled characters and will focus heavily on found family/family dynamics and mental health. So if you have a problem with any of that, please ignore my poll and block me if you have to. Otherwise, please reblog my poll! It would mean so much to me!

[lalinscursetheories]

cody’s tail

First off I'd like to apologize for the state of this blog, I'm really busy right now and will be cleaning up the blog and posting more theories once I have enough time to write a proper theory :)

You guys like cosplay? Ever wondered how much Cody’s tail weighs? How long it is? Thanks for asking, here’s the answer!

Cody’s tail weighs around 17.25 lbs (7.82 kg) and is 5 ft (1.524 m) long.

If you want to cosplay Cody with his tail, just know that the tail’s length is equal to your height, and it’s base is ⅓ the width of your back (where the tail would attach).

Weight isn’t necessary for cosplay, but adding it can make for an interesting and possible more realistically behaving cosplay prop.

Most gecko’s tails account for around 10% of their body weight, though Cody’s is perhaps more around 15%.

There was an interesting experiment done in which chickens were hand raised with an artificial dinosaur tail attached to them, the tail was changed out every five days as they grew so it would constantly account for 15% of their body weight. Cody’s tail seems more dexterous and perhaps dinosaur-like to me, so I used the 15% to calculate the weight of his tail.

In order to do that, I first had to approximate his weight. Cody is 13 years and 10 months old at the time, and the weight range for someone of his age can be anywhere from 75-145 lbs ( kg). Using a BMI chart outfitted for someone of his age and sex, I determined he likely weighs around 110-120 lbs, with the average of these two numbers being 115 (52.16 kg). This is a healthy measurement for someone 5’2” (1.64 m) tall, if not leaning slightly on the lithe side considering Cody's body type.

Then you just take 15% of 115 in order to get the tail weight measurement of 17.25 lbs (7.82 kg).

I found the length of Cody’s tail by comparing it to his body length in this image

By using a segmented paper, I created a scale for how much paper equaled 5 ft (1.524 m), using Cody’s known height as a baseline for other measurements. Then I used the same paper to measure his tail and found them to be basically the same.

This weight is spread out over the distance of 5 ft (1.524 m). The heaviest part of the tail is the base, and the lightest part the tip. In order to determine the weight distribution of the tail, I found it’s width across 6 points.

At the base, Cody’s tail is circular with a diameter of around 5” (12.7 cm) One foot down it was 4” (10.16 cm), then 3” (7.62 cm), then 2.5” (6.35 cm), then 2” (5.08 cm), then around 1” (2.54 cm) at the very tip.

I was then able to develop an equation(?) I could use to calculate weight distribution.

Diameter 1 + diameter 2 + … = total diameters

5 + 4 + 3 + 2.5 + 2 + 1 = 17.5

So then (U.S. measurements):

X= weight of ‘one unit’ of tail

17.5 X = 17.25 lbs

X = 0.9857 lbs

Measurements in kg:

17.5 X = 7.82 kg

X = 0.4468 kg

Then to find the weight of each tail segment, you multiply times the average width of the segment. Once again, weight is not a necessary part of a cosplay prop such as this, but it’s kid a cool to know and can be a fun thing to experiment with.

The weight ratios roughly follow the average diameter of the segment, but I've made the ratio number bigger to eliminate fractions or decimals.

Weight ratios:

Base: 10

S1 (section 1): 8

S2: 6

S3: 5

S4: 4

Tip: 2

Tail segment weights:

Base: 4.928 lbs (2.235 kg)

S1: 3.943 lbs (1.539 kg)

S2: 2.957 lbs (1.341 kg)

S3: 2.464 lbs (1.027 kg)

S4: 1.971 lbs ( 0.8938 kg)

Tip: 0.9857 lbs (0.4470 kg)

Thanks for reading my ramblings! I really enjoy this sort of nerdy mathy figuring out specific facts stuff so if you have anything you’d like me to try and calculate, I'll probably get it done faster than the next theory batch.

Have a wonderful day and keep being awesome :)

[incorrect-lalins-curse]

David: Hey Felix, could you do something for me?

Felix: I would literally cover up a murder you committed, plant my own DNA at the crime scene, and serve a life sentence in jail if you asked me to.

David: Great, could you do the dishes?

Felix: Fuck you and your dishes.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Revived Shifter Initiative - Case Files

A series of files found on an Imperial Outpost that was taken over and partially destroyed by a Rebel cell. The information seems to have been sent from an as of yet unknown sector.

EDIT: Updated some information pertaining Cody's shift.

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Test Subject ID: SC-1010 (formerly CC-1010)

Genetic Templates: Human DNA (Provided by Subject Jango Fett during the separatist war) + Vjun Fox Genetic Sequencing (Donated by Emperor Sheev Palpatine in the form of a rare taxidermy specimen)

Objective: Convert subject into a SC (Shapeshifter Clone) unit with the ability to change between human form and animal form.

Results: Unsatisfactory. Test subject survived injection of serum F10-X and appeared to have grown an extra appendage (tail), but otherwise does not display any other significant changes or shapeshifting abilities.

Notes: This specific unit was requested specifically by the Emperor himself as a form of personal entertainment. However, due to failure to properly convert it into the desired product, the head scientist (Dr Sulu Ra) in charge of the Revived Shifter Initiative has decided to keep the subject contained as a case study. Whatever we may learn from this subject will help provide answers as to why this specific serum did not get rejected by the host body and end with catastrophic organ failure like with previous attempts.

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Test Subject ID: SC-1954 (Formerly CT-1954)

Genetic Templates: Human DNA (Provided by Subject Jango Fett during the separatist war) + Zillo Beast Genetic Sequencing (Acquired from the former Republic Science and Technical Center)

Objective: Convert subject into a SC (Shapeshifter Clone) unit with the ability to change between human form and animal form.

Results: Unsatisfactory. Test subject survived the injection of serum Z11-L and suffered visual mutations that, while more significant and useful than those of subject SC-1010's, are still not what this project calls for. There is still nothing to show in terms of shapeshifter abilities.

Notes: Subject has grown highly durable (forest green) armored platting all over its body (reminiscent of the Zillo Beast's scales and crested spikes), as well as acquired a few reptilian features such as glowing green eyes and a forked tongue. A few tests have been performed to test the sturdiness of this natural armor and (thus far) the subject has endured extreme temperatures and even close range blaster fire without more than a few flinches and whimpers (likely a leftover reaction from when it was purely a Fett clone). An explosives test is in order to see if the armor platting will still hold strong even under the force of a powerful blast.

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Test Subject ID: SC-6209 (formerly CT-6209)

Genetic Templates: Human DNA (Provided by Subject Jango Fett during the separatist war) + Gutkurr Genetic Sequencing (Extracted from a fresh specimen encountered on a recent expedition to Ryloth)

Objective: Convert subject into a SC (Shapeshifter Clone) unit with the ability to change between human form and animal form.

Results: Failure. Although subject has displayed less visual mutations (aside from eye coloration shifting to red, patches of carapace growing over certain areas of the body, segmentation of the digits and growth of claw like spikes instead of finger and toe nails) and partial shapeshifting abilities, it cannot control these changes and reacts violently to any sort of stimulus added to its cage. Be it tools of enrichment or even research team members. Due to the random nature of its shifting it has thusly been marked as a much less satisfactory result than previous test subjects.

Notes: The head scientist (Dr Sulu Ra) in charge of this project has argued fervently with his assistant (Dr Nala Se) over what caused this test subject's sudden behavioral issues. They are not in agreement as to whether it is the Gutkurr's predisposition for violence the true cause of these problems, or if the subject itself was simply not fit for this project due to unrelated trauma acquired during the war. Whatever the case, this test subject is to be locked up more tightly than the others due to it's unpredictability.

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Test Subject ID: SC-2209 (formerly CT-2209)

Genetic Templates: Human DNA (Provided by Subject Jango Fett during the separatist war) + Boar-wolf Genetic Sequencing (the acquisition of this particular specimen's DNA has not been disclosed)

Objective: Convert subject into a SC (Shapeshifter Clone) unit with the ability to change between human form and animal form.

Results: Satisfactory. While not a complete fix from the last attempt (Serum GTK-0), subject has displayed no visual mutations and has acquired partial shifting abilities that are more controllable than its predecessor's. Serum BW0-F shall thusly be used as a secondary base for future serums along with serum F10-X.

Notes: This particular subject has no noticeable behavioral issues like its predecessor, however its appetite has greatly increased and it has gained a more carnivorous dietary requirement. Another noteworthy issue is that its teeth (even while in human form) seem to grow at the same rate as that of an actual Boar-wolf's. It is important to provide it with items with which it can naturally wear down its own teeth.

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Test Subject ID: SC-4477 (formerly CC-4477)

Genetic Templates: Human DNA (Provided by Subject Jango Fett during the separatist war) + Tusk Cat Genetic Sequencing (to extract this particular genetic sequencing, the research team was given by the Emperor a live specimen that bore the Amidala family crest on its saddle)

Objective: Convert subject into a SC (Shapeshifter Clone) unit with the ability to change between human form and animal form.

Results: Unsatisfactory. Like with subject SC-1010 this subject displays no shapeshifter abilities, instead having a far too noticeable visual mutation and nothing more (its entire head has morphed into that of a Tusk Cat's). It is likely that serum TKC-4 was created with improper doses of serums BW0-F and F10-X, with the latter likely coming off stronger than the former. This imbalance should be worked upon before moving on to the next test subject.

Notes: This is not much of a perk, but it seems even with its head trans-mutated into that of a wild animal's, the subject is capable of perfectly eloquent speech (it has cursed out the entire research team in various languages, including huttese).

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Test Subject ID: SC-6922 (formerly CT-6922)

Genetic Templates: Human DNA (Provided by Subject Jango Fett during the separatist war) + Oggdo Genetic Sequencing (acquiring this specific specimen's DNA was no easy feat and has cost us three members of our expedition team)

Objective: Convert subject into a SC (Shapeshifter Clone) unit with the ability to change between human form and animal form.

Results: Failure. Attempts to correct the issue with serum TKC-4 were made in the creation of serum OGD-0, however it seems the dosage balance issues were inverted rather than balanced, resulting in visually mutations much more drastic than in past test subjects. This subject is thus incapable of both shapeshifting and is permanently trapped in a half-way form. Neither man nor animal.

Notes: Unlike with its predecessor, subject is unable to speak due to its tongue having changed to become longer and prehensile, filling the mouth cavity rather uncomfortably (subject has nearly choked on own tongue several times until it acclimated to this particular change). It seems to also have issues with controlling its tail, as well as getting easily confused by the third eye it has grown. It rarely leaves a corner of its cage (subject has been recorded weeping).

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Test Subject ID: SC-5052 (formerly CC-5052)

Genetic Templates: Human DNA (Provided by Subject Jango Fett during the separatist war) + Carrier butterflies Genetic Sequencing (This particular specimen was not approved and the culprit behind tampering with this subject has been terminated)

Objective: Convert subject into a SC (Shapeshifter Clone) unit with the ability to change between human form and animal form.

Results: Failure. Due to tampering by an unauthorized party, subject underwent a much more catastrophic transition than previous subjects. Not only is it permanently stuck in the diminutive form of a carrier butterfly (of highly unusual and incorrect coloration), subject has no shapeshifter abilities and is unable to perform any form of military combat due to the limitations of its form. Unlike with actual carrier butterflies however, subject does display incredible healing abilities that might be of use for the creation of future subjects. Serum CB-Y is thus not a complete waste of resources it seems.

Notes: Like with subject SC-4477, SC-5052 is capable of coherent and eloquent speech. This subject rarely speaks however, often sitting in the middle of its cage listlessly staring at the walls instead. No one is quite sure what has caused it to behave like this.

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Test Subject ID: SC-2224 (formerly CC-2224)

Genetic Templates: Human DNA (Provided by Subject Jango Fett during the separatist war) + Greater Krayt Dragon Genetic Sequencing (this particular DNA sequence was acquired illegally from the Bounty Hunter known as Boba Fett) + Implantation of Control Crystal (to enable remote control by Lord Vader)

Objective: Convert subject into a SC (Shapeshifter Clone) unit with the ability to change between human form and animal form.

Results: Success. After several hundreds of attempts (and failures), we have finally fully converted an otherwise standard Clone Commander into a Shapeshifter Clone. Enough data was accumulated to eventually create not only a perfect serum formula (in this case serum GKD-4) but also to help our team realize that, to properly control both the subject in human and shifted form, a new measure (in this case the implantation of a kyber crystal tampered with by dark side energy encased within a pearl-like protective casing) needed to be implemented to substitute a functional inhibitor chip (seeing as most seem to have begun decaying over time). Subject SC-2224 has been dispatched for field testing, and the chosen handler for this unit is Lord Vader himself, who is the only one capable of establishing a Force bond with the "control crystal" due to having been the one to provide it in the first place.

Notes: It appears this unit was commissioned to hunt the supposedly still living Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi. Lord Vader appears to believe this subject's past working relationship with the fugitive Jedi Master, would make it the ideal weapon to both hunt and bring him down. Dr Sulu Ra does not believe this will be the case, but seems very pleased with the results of the perfected base formula.

[glimmerglanger]

upon the sun (kiss bingo fill)

Morning! I wanted to try to get in one more @codywankissbingo fill before the event ends and thought what better to try than a "first kiss" fill and then I thought, "What's the potentially most awkward place to try to kiss for a first kiss?" and thus this idea was born.

This is an AU during the war with Lady!Obi-Wan and (to current appearances) Lady!Cody. It's part of a much larger au I'm working on but alas I'm unsure when I'll finish the whole thing.

Warnings for drugging by aliens and spicy touching while in said drugged state (to be clear, they're both drugged), stopped before it goes very far at all.

Story and bingo card below:

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Usually, getting drawn into celebrations by a planet’s native inhabitants just resulted in a headache. 

Cody suspected, somewhere deep down, this particular event would end the same way. She simply failed to bring herself to care.

She’d tried to, at first, but then the very grateful natives - some kind of reptilian race with a name that had too many ‘tch’ sounds and not enough vowels in it for Cody to pronounce, though Obi-Wan spoke like a native - had pressed a cup full of something into her hand and insisted she drink and… 

All her worries had gotten a little further away after that, harder to reach. Which had been for the best, really, once she realized that the locals were having some kind of celebration with a very specific dress code and wanted them to join in. 

Cody had hesitated about taking off her armor and peeling down her blacks, at first, and then Obi-Wan had walked past, bare-chested, and--

Cody’d never seen her General’s bare skin before. Not so much of it, anyway. Kriff, Obi-Wan wore gloves most of the time, revealing only a sliver of her neck and her face. Looking over and seeing nothing but skin all the way down to her waist - the hem of her kriffing leggings - did something to Cody’s head. 

Obi-Wan had freckles over her shoulders and down her spine. And over her breasts. And her breasts were so full and soft, nipples pink and stiffening in the chilly air of the planet. Cody took another deep drink of the liquid in the cup, not thinking, and agreed to remove her armor. 

She lost track of Obi-Wan briefly after that. The locals insisted on pulling Cody and some of the other troopers off to one side, showing them… a series of what turned out to be paints. Apparently, they decorated their scales during the celebrations and were eager to share the process. 

Cody indulged for a little; it felt right to paint some suns here and there across her skin, and then the locals started tugging them along again.

They ended up shown to a spiral of…what appeared to be pillows and rugs, spread out throughout a huge clearing. The locals chattered something at Cody - they sounded happy, anyway - and gestured around. 

She nodded back, said, “Thank you,” and wandered off. Plenty of the rugs already had occupants, both troopers and the locals and--

Cody’s body thrummed when she spotted the shine of evening sun off copper-tinted hair. She made her way over and around pillows and bodies, to her General, sprawled out on a rug close to the tree line and--

Gorgeous. 

She had an arm thrown over a huge, cylindrical pillow, propping her up and arching her back and--she’d gotten into paint, too, apparently. There were designs in bright, vivid blue and gold across her shoulders and spilling down her chest, onto the soft swell of her breasts. 

Including a sunburst, perfectly formed, high on the swell of her left breast. 

Cody sat down beside her without thinking, gut all hot and warm and bubbly. “Having a nice evening?” Obi-Wan asked her, and Cody lifted her eyes away from the sun, and managed to reply after clearing her throat twice. 

Cody spilled information about the troops, automatically, as she sank against a plush pillow. She’d made it halfway through a decent sitrep when one of the locals came by again and refilled her cup.

Cody drank deeply; she felt parched, thirsty for something beyond the warm liquid in the cup, staring at Obi-Wan as she spoke with their host, her face tilted up, glowing in the setting sun, the column of her throat long and perfect, shoulders strong and solid, and--breasts moving freely when she laughed at something. 

Cody swallowed, hard, burning up with heat inside, noting it only distantly when the local moved away, down to the next person in the line. 

“Well,” Obi-Wan started, tossing her hair over her shoulder, looking back towards Cody, “they seem very friendly.” She reached out, eyes soft and warm, not exactly focused, and trailed her fingers over Cody’s brow.

“Very friendly,” Cody agreed, shivering all over at the touch of Obi-Wan’s callused fingertips. She wanted to lean closer and could not, abruptly, recall why she shouldn’t. 

Obi-Wan seemed not to mind, shifting more onto her back, accommodating the closeness, fingers trailing past Cody’s ear, over the buzzed strands of her hair; she’d never liked it long. “It occurs to me,” Obi-Wan murmured, hair a beacon across the green pillow below her, “that I’d like to be friendlier with you, Commander.” 

“Yeah?” Cody asked, the world around still existing, surely, but getting further away by the moment as her gaze slid down again, drawn intently to the sunburst-- “I like being friendly.”

“Good,” Obi-Wan hummed, scratching her nails, just lightly, over the nape of Cody’s neck, which felt amazing and welcoming, and-- “Oh!” 

Cody hadn’t been thinking. If she’d been thinking, she certainly wouldn’t have brought a hand up, terribly bold, to cup one of Obi-Wan’s breasts - kriff, her skin was even softer than Cody had imagined - and she wouldn’t have ducked her head, and she certainly wouldn’t have brushed a kiss to the curve of skin, right over the  golden sun Obi-Wan had painted--

Obi-Wan gasped, ribs expanding, pushing her breast against Cody’s palm; Cody reflexively squeezed - small gods, she was so soft here - and pressed another kiss to the divinely soft skin, jaw aching, heat and wetness between her thighs and--

“Cody,” Obi-Wan gasped out, and Cody hummed, shifting up, considering that she’d have a better angle of attack to touch and kiss if she were, for example, between Obi-Wan’s thighs instead of stretched out beside her and--

And hands - not Obi-Wan’s hands - grabbing at her shoulder and pulling, had her lifting her mouth away, breathing ragged and open-mouthed as Obi-Wan stared into her eyes. Cody blinked, vaguely aware of…Crys, yes, it was Crys, saying, “Commander, are you listening?”

“No?” Cody hazarded, gaze slipping down, hungry--

Crys made an indignant sound, but that was hard to care about with Obi-Wan tugging on the back of her neck, beckoning her down and close--

Cody made a protesting noise when people grabbed her, dragging her bodily up and away, and she started to shove at them when someone - also Crys - slugged her across the jaw. 

The pain brought a rush of clarity into Cody’s head and she blinked, spitting, “What the kriff?”

“They put something in the mead, sir!” Crys said, her voice shaking. “But a few of us didn’t like it so we didn’t drink any. And they’re trying to round us up. Taking us somewhere! We don’t think they’re up to any good.” 

“It certainly sounds like they’re not,” Obi-Wan said, and Cody leaned around Crys to look as she rose to her feet, tossing her hair over her shoulder and reaching for the saber at her belt. She looked…flushed, cheeks and throat reddened, some of the color spreading down her breasts--

“I shall go and find out what’s going on directly,” Obi-Wan said, though her eyes looked just as glazed as Cody felt. 

“Don’t go,” Cody said, and Obi-Wan met her gaze for a moment, heat there before Obi-Wan groaned and looked decisively away. 

“Oh, darling,” she said, “it’s really for the best that I do. Perhaps let’s hope for both our sakes we don’t recall any of this in the morning.” Cody watched her go - kriffing hoping the memories of how her skin felt never faded away - and then shook herself, focused on Crys, and said, “Tell me what else is going on. And hit me again, if I lose focus.”

[thechaoticfanartist]

Chapter 5: Innocents Of Ryloth

As they prepared for the assault Grim paced back and forth anxious for some action. She decided to settle by practicing with her lightsaber. Obi-Wan had shown her some katas so she went over them repeating the actions as she waited for the real action to begin. It was relaxing for her as she fell into the movements, feeling as if it were nearly a dance. “Padawan, it’s time to move on,” Obi-Wan told her after he talked with Cody. Grim deactivated her lightsaber and clipped it to the side of her belt.

“Understood General,” she replied with a joking salute.

Obi-Wan shook his head, but Grim caught the hint of a small smile. “Come along, Grim.”

They were on the move. Grim stayed close to Obi-Wan’s side so as not to lose him. That’s when it happened. Huge reptilian bipedal creatures with two short arms naitive to the world (creatures that reminded Grim of dinosaurs) began to attack. “Fall back! Fall back!” shouted a clone trooper.

They began to run back as the creatures attacked the group. Clones were being trampled left and right as the creatures tried to eat the men. Grim tried to ignore the blood from the carnage and focus on the battle, her heart pounding as adrenaline began to kick in. She activated her lightsaber and rushed to help the men as she fought the creatures, slashing at them, and leaping over them when one charged at her. Obi-Wan had ignited his lightsaber as well and was dodging the creatures too. He reached out a hand and into the force and suddenly all the creatures attention was turned to him. Though not with the hunger of before, Obi-Wan had seemed to almost tame them as he led them away. Grim understood what was happening, and though she had seen this happen on the screen, to witness in reality was something else, and she couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Incredible,” one trooper whispered in awe.

“Yeah,” agreed Grim.

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[hanchandraws]

So Lalin’s Curse Theory/Thoughts

I’m deep in LC brainrot rn and so I’ve been coming up with a lot of theories about the characters and rereading the comic too many times lmao. Anyway this time while reading this panel stuck out in particular to me—

Every other time I’ve read this I assumed that Cody was referring to the fact that he wished he was dead and that David didn’t understand that feeling. However it’s been shown that Cody and David haven’t really known each other that well before the events of the comic occurred. Sure they were in the same friend group, but Cody is relatively new to the group as shown by the timeline on the LC amino. So how can he know that David has never felt that for sure? He can’t. So the only other possibility is that when he said “You don’t understand” he was referring to something else.

So rereading the whole flashback section of Cody explaining the events of the murder a few weeks prior, there were some other events that started to become clear. First off, Cody explained that he has killed before multiple times. This guy wasn’t his first. So why did this time bother him so much? (Of course this could also easily be because he’s a sweet cinnamon roll and would be bothered by the action no matter how many times) Or there was another reason—he was worried he was going feral.

But why would I think this? Well Isaky has already stated that this is one of Cody’s biggest fears and a consistent nightmare of his. And we know that his bio mother also went feral, which makes Cody more nervous about it happening to him as well. (This much was said during this explanation of Cody’s) Also, in the scene where the murder actually took place, Cody was being attacked by the other reptilian. It’s been hinted by the fact that no other reptilian has horns or a tail that Cody might be stronger than the other reptilians and should have been able to fight the guy off, but instead murdered the other reptilian without much hesitation. When Cody realizes as much, he freaks out and potentially wonders if him doing that without hesitation is a sign that he’s going feral.

Going from that perspective, his explanation and reactions make more sense. It explains why this murder upset him so much, and going back to the original intent of the post, why he tells David that he “doesn’t understand.” He really meant that David shouldn’t hug Cody or get too close to him because he was worried that he would hurt David, and that’s what he wasn’t understanding.

Also as a bonus part to this—David follows this by saying “You’re still Cody to me” which he didn’t realize that that was exactly what Cody needed to hear; an affirmation that he was still himself and not going feral.

Sorry for the long rambling post but I just wanted to document some thoughts I had :D Of course this may not be 100% correct so take it with a grain of salt, but these are just some things I’ve noticed :)

[beckyh2112]

“when I call myself a shell” sequel teaser bit

Cody and Obi-Wan followed Thorn through the halls, helmet under his arm. The Guard commander walked with a steady stride, one suited for endurance rather than speed. He was graceful enough in it for it to be habitual.

Guardsmen lined the halls, at attention and motionless. It was mildly eerie, he acknowledged, especially with the identical patterns to their armor. Like Thorn, it looked like everyone had upgraded their plastoid for durasteel.

The throne room, Fox's throne room, was full of people, and all of them turned their eyes on the GAR delegation. Cody tried not to tense, instincts from the war telling him to get Obi-Wan down and under cover.

The people were a mix of natborns and vode. The natborns were mostly zabrak, twi'leks, and ik'tochi, the major non-human populations of the planet. Their dress varied, but their looks were the same untrusting looks he'd seen among Tattooine's slaves.

A vode in grey armor and an unusual helmet stood near the center of the room, a massive massif at his side. Long spikes said it was well into adulthood. Long teeth and flat reptilian eyes said it had gotten that way by killing anything that threatened it or its handler.

Two ARC captains stood about three-quarters of the way down the room to the throne. They stood opposite of each other, facing each other like perfect mirrors. When they turned to look at the GAR delegation, it was in perfect synchronicity.

Cody would have been more impressed if he hadn't done the exact same shit to trainers when he was five.

Commanders Stone and Thire stood at the foot of the dais, fully armored. Three steps up, Fox lounged helmetless on an imposing throne. At his feet sat a pair of blue twi'lek women, one as sky-blue as General Secura, the other a rich indigo. At a glance, they seemed to mostly be wearing jewelry. A lot of it, but not much else.

Off to the side on the dais, a green twi'lek woman with half a lekku missing played some sort of string-crossing game with a plump, soft yellow twi'lek woman. They were both clad sensibly at least. To the other side, a peach, older twi'lek woman stood with crossed arms and straight-up glowered at the delegation. A scarred, crimson-red twi'lek man leaned back against one arm of Fox's throne. On the opposite side, with an amethyst lekku wrapped around Fox's upper arm, sat the most drop-dead gorgeous woman Cody had ever seen, twi’lek or otherwise.

Obi-Wan stopped halfway between the ARC captains and the dais, bowed exactly as correctly as a Jedi negotiator would to any planetary ruler. "Commander Fox."

"Jedi Master Kenobi."

[emilyblame]

so, the Purgatory idea from the Skeleton mv blew out the window right?

in Projector, it looks more like a cience facility/experimental site kinda thing going on. with those like, reptilian guys running the show (there goes my old-man-from-the-Hourglass-mv theory too rip.) what’s up with that? are they the Midnight Society? what is going on in this place?!

also, are the 3 of them (Cody, Maxx, & Zach) Experiment 143? the have to be right? cause they seem to be studying and testing the three of them together.

(loving Zach's outfit here btw.) i mean. this guy is literally controlling them with one (1) drone controller. the three of them. insane.

what you want from our boys, dude? what the hell?! also what the fuck is going on with that ending? was this all an anesthesia induced dream/nightmare of Cody from when was being experimented on in the Skeleton mv?

like, what's up with her showing up at the end? i'm more confused than before…

[avocado-hater]

My thoughts on AHS Double Feature E9 (SPOILERS)

Neal McDonough and Sarah Paulson are both fair Emmy/Golden Globe/Whatever choices. They're both doing great and i hope Neal comes back for another season. He's great.

Valiant Thor's appearance is one of the worst cgi i've ever witnessed.

Cody Fern always looks constipated but he's so cute! And i love his weird voice.

So, Ike doomed thousands of americans for an Ipod nano?

Mamie hates Eleanor Roosevelt cuz she has a crush on Amelia Earhart and Eleanor and Amelia were more than friends apparently. That's a better theory than Doris being an alien.

I feel like this story is getting really repetitive. They just keep explaining us the same things over and over again and they don't do it in a very entertaining way. It's getting old real quick.

Mamie just fucked Valiant Thor.

We didn't get Mistelia, Austin and Harry=no canon, The Chemist and Ursula didn't even kiss, but HEY! We just got an extremly unnecesary sex scene between Mamie Eisenhower and a robot alien guy just because. FUCK YOU RYAN MURPHY.

This is too campy. I can't take this anymore.

So, another conspiracy, they killed Marilyn cuz she knew too much.

I was expecting more when it comes to the modern days story cuz of the cliffhanger from last week episode but this is just bad.

Why is he explaining it again? Gosh THIS SHOW NEEDS BETTER WRITERS! He wanted to get rid of the thing a few minutes ago and now he's a better mom than Doris?

I liked Calico's backstory for some reason, but i also hate it, and i don't know why.

This episode was pretty meh. Valiant Thor is pretty meh. Mamie is a girlboss. The ending was SPECTACULAR. I loved the octopus baby.

Nico Greetham is doing great. I hope he comes back, plus, he really appreciates being in AHS.

This season is basically conspiracies and how ridiculous they are. Red Tide is about what would it be if famous people were actual inhuman monsters (reptilians theory, cannibals theory) and Death Valley is just campy Area 51 theories. Good premise, awfully executed. Death Valley is more of a sci-fi show. Red Tide was actual horror but they messed it up.

[lalinscursetheories]

David: Coco’s always barking at things, I just wish for once she’d bark at something cool. Like aliens!

*later that day, walking Coco*

David: Coco! Bad, stop barking at Cody! We’re looking for aliens!

Cody: *sweats nervously*

[incorrect-lalins-curse]

Cody: As a reptilian, the concept of reptilians controlling the government isn’t all that surprising to me.

Cody: I mean, we already have Lalin’s police force under our collective thumb, and the chip they inserted in the base of my spine is telling me that this is a good thing.

Cody: My chip is now repeatedly shocking me for saying this out loud.

Cody: I need to go and oppress some humans immediately if I want the pain to stop.