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statecryptids · 4 months

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DEVIL MONKEYS- VIRGINIA

Though South America, Central America and southern Mexico have a great diversity of primates, northern North America has none aside from humans. This is ironic given that the earliest known primate- a small, squirrel-like creature called Purgatorius- evolved on this continent. Descendants of Purgatorius and its relatives diversified into several lineages of tarsier- and lemur-like forms that inhabited North America during the warm Eocene epoch before supposedly dying out as the land grew cooler and grasslands became more abundant.

A fossil find in 1960s altered this view when molars from a lemur-like creature dubbed Ekgmowechasala (Sioux for “Little Cat Man”) were unearthed on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. This animal lived in the Oligocene, millions of years after other primates were thought to have died out, proving that at least a few of these lines had continued. Though no younger North American primate fossils have been found since, what if descendants of Ekgmowechasala survived into the present day?

In 1959 a couple by the name of Boyd were driving home near Saltville, Virginia when a strange, monkey-like beast attacked their car. They described it as having light “taffy-colored” fur with a white belly, and powerful, muscular legs. Other people in the Saltville area reported seeing a similar creature around the same time.

Then in the 1990s a woman driving on a dark Virginia backroad saw a creature run in front of her car that she described as black and sleek with a long tail, pointy ears, a short-snouted face, a man-like torso, and powerful hind legs. Though the earlier Boyd cryptid bears little resemblance to this animal- and may in fact have been a different species- both incidents have been conflated in pop culture as encounters with what have come to be called devil monkeys.

While the Virginia encounters are the most well-known sightings, devil monkeys have been seen throughout North America. Coweta County, Georgia, for example, is haunted by the Belt Road Booger, a simian creature with a “flat, beaver-like tail covered in hair”. Run-ins with the Booger began in the 1970s, many of them now believed to have been hoaxes by pranksters dressed in gorilla costumes. But other encounters have not yet been fully explained. The Belt Road Booger has become such a local sensation that a taxidermist in Newnan, Georgia even made a fake “Booger” head out of a white-tailed deer’s posterior as a decoration for a friend’s hardware store.

There is also possible photographic evidence of a devil monkey. In 1996 photos surfaced online of a strange, furry, baboon-like carcass lying along the curb of a Louisiana highway. Dubbed the Deridder Roadkill, the body bears a distinct resemblance to descriptions of these cryptids with its long snout, bushy-haired body, and ape-like feet. While some have suggested the carcass was a devil monkey, others have proposed that it could be a rougarou, dogman, or even a chupacabra. More mundane suggestions include a large Pomeranian dog, or even a prop. However, as so often happens in these cases, the body disappeared before samples could be taken, so its identity could not be proved definitively.

Devil monkeys are often said to have powerful kangaroo-like hind legs that allow them to jump huge distances. This feature has led some cryptozoologists to wonder if widely reported “phantom kangaroos” sighted throughout the US and Canada might actually be these animals.

While stories of large non-human North American primates like sasquatch and skunk apes are abundant in folklore and cryptozoology, no fossil evidence for these creatures has been found. Thus if they are real, one could argue that they likely migrated to this continent late in geological history along the same routes that humans used. Devil monkeys, on the other hand, may represent a species of home-grown North American primate possibly descended from Ekgmowechasala or similar animals.

REFERENCES

Eons. (20, November 12). What happened to primates in North America? [Video]. PBS.org. https://www.pbs.org/video/the-first-and-last-north-american-primates-dztigm/#:~:text=Why%20don't%20we%20have,and%20eventually%20they%20all%20disappeared.

Gilly, Steve. (2018, April 20). The Devil Monkey. MountainLore. https://mountainlore.net/2018/04/20/the-devil-monkey/

Grundhauser, Eric. (2016, December 22). Does America have a secret kangaroo population? Atlas Obscura. https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/does-america-have-a-secret-kangaroo-population

Leftwich, Rebecca. (2023, October 30). Who put the “boo” in the Belt Road Booger? The Newnan Times-Herald. https://www.times-herald.com/news/who-put-the-boo-in-the-belt-road-booger/article_ee9d689e-770f-11ee-a003-8bb851ca9cb4.html

Lynch, Brendan M. (2023, November 6). Fossils tell tale of last primate to inhabit North America before humans. University of Kansas. https://news.ku.edu/2023/11/06/fossil-evidence-tells-tale-last-primate-inhabit-north-america-humans#:~:text=The%20first%20primates%20came%20to,about%2034%20million%20years%20ago.

Morphy, Rob. (2010, January 13). Deridder Roadkill: (Louisiana, USA). Cryptopia. https://www.cryptopia.us/site/2010/01/deridder-roadkill-louisiana-usa/

Morphy, Rob. (2010, December 6). Devil monkeys: (North America). Cryptopia. https://www.cryptopia.us/site/2010/12/devil-monkeys-north-america/

Spooky Appalachia. (2023, April 26). The story of the Virginia devil monkey. [Video]. YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nsv-mBSEX74

Taylor, Jr. L. B. (2012). Monsters of Virginia. Stackpole Books.

#cryptids #virginia #cryptozoloogy

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snepril · 4 months

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Shiny

They say the darkness behind your eyes has a color to it. Not black - not to the human mind, anyway. Something deeper, more nuanced than flat black, a color informed by the backs of your eyelids and the quirks of neurology. You had lived with it all your life, but until today you had never paid it a moment's thought.

Your first hint as to how much things have changed is that that color is different now. It's deeper, more solid, yet decidedly... green? Yes, definitely green. It would've made you smile, if you still could. You haven't even opened your eyes yet and you're already noticing something new. A giddy rush of excitement followed closely on that thought's heels, and you can't keep your eyes closed any longer. The world snaps into focus, but that green tint lingers, faint but unmistakably there. You can tell from the way it colors her smile, from the odd hue it gives the shadows cast by her wide-brimmed hat, from the way it makes the playful sparkle of her eyes that much more magical.

"Good morning," she says, her voice warm like sunrise. "When I said to relax, I didn't mean you should pass out."

You try to answer, but the words catch in your throat. All you manage is a hoarse croak, but that just makes the witch smile even more.

"Come on, birdie. Let's get you up."

Birdie. That's you. That's you! A wave of giddy glee washes over you. It feels different now, an excited shimmer that surges up from your core, unaccompanied by the usual fluttering of an enthusiastic heart. Indeed, your entire self feels far less fluttery now - which is deeply ironic, you suppose. No, you're much more solid now, much less... organic. Still squishy, in all likelihood, but in a very different way. You had planned to take it slow, but you can't help yourself. You scramble upright, filling the air with a wonderful chorus of creaks and squeaks. Your legs are stiffer now, far less helpful, but your arms - no, your wings - more than make up for it. You wobble a little as you finally find your footing, like your whole body has just a delightful bit of elasticity to it. You bounce excitedly. You can't help it - you're bouncy! Your wings flutter on reflex, then again as you get them under control.

Your wings! They're everything you had hoped for - big and black and oh so Shiny. Something at the back of your mind nudges you to Snatch them up and Stash them somewhere safe, but they're you! You're the Shiny Thing! That wonderful shimmery buzz returns, and you hug yourself as best as you can manage. Of course, that doesn't work like it used to - your big birdy beak gets in the way, a little jolt of rubbery friction that squeaks oh so wonderfully and sends you off on another frantic wave of self-exploration. You bat at your beak and twist this way and that, looking over one side of the new you and then the other. Your beak? Stiffer than lips, long and surprisingly pointy. Your body? Small and sleek and entirely avian. Your wings? Still wonderful. Your tail? A delightful fan of feathers that you can bob and flutter and spread...

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hecatesbroom · 24 days

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For the ask game! Numbers 3, 25 (especially from a fashion POV!), and 30/31 as a double feature :)

Hii!! Thank you! You made me very happy with the opportunity to ramble about question number 25 haha.

What was the last song you listened to?

Technically, the intro song to The Golden Girls because I watched an episode yesterday before bed haha.

Other than that, I genuinely can't remember -- it's been a while since I listened to music! We recently got a piano and I've been listening to a a lot less music as a result, because I've been making it myself instead :) (very very simple tunes, but hey, it's still fun!)

What’s your favorite decade? (from a fashion POV)

OH this is hard!! I think if I were to pick just one, it'd be the 1970s -- but that's because it allows me to cheat & sort of include two of my other favourite decades (the 1900s and 1940s) in the process, because a lot of 70s fashion was inspired by those :) (and I have a weakness for pointy collars, what can I say?)

Idk, what I love about the 70s is how many contradictions there are? On one hand you have sleek a-line skirts and fitted blouses. On the other you have frills and ruffles, (slight) bishop sleeves and flowy maxi dresses, and those opposites (and the combination of them) are just really fun to me! (I also grew up on a lot of 70s media so honestly, I think it's also partly nostalgia haha)

But I think my favourite fashion decade is actually the 1940s. I love the silhouette, which is still somewhat reminiscent of the elegance of the 1930s, but a little harder in a way. Slightly more practical in its skirt lengths (for obvious reasons), a little more masculine in its shape (which is a fascinating trend you see more often in fashion history, during big wars. Fashion during the 1910s actually turned a little more masculine in shape as well, at the time of WWI!).

I'll stop here because I could go on forever, but yeah!! The 1970s because it's a cheat move to include 2 of my other favourite decades (and it's a lot easier to find 70s clothes to wear myself!) and the 1940s because... well, I just like 40s fashion haha

What are you looking forward to in the near future? & What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

In the very near future, I'm looking forward to visit my grandma for her birthday today :)

Honestly I don't tend to look more than a year or so into the future (and even that's a stretch at the moment haha) but I'm really looking forward to finishing school in 2,5 months!! It was only a year, but oh boy, was it a year. I'm mostly really excited to have more energy to be myself again, if that makes sense? I'll be able to do some more research for my writing projects (I've got a small stack of books waiting for me already), go thrift shopping, and see my friends again!! And my brain will also (hopefully) start function normally again lol. I'm really looking forward to being able to think at my natural speed again haha.

#thanks again!! i had a lot of fun answering these :)#ngl i almost got out some image examples for 25 (fashion history) but i showed some admirable restraint — if i may say so myself #but yeah!! i honestly haven't really thought of exciting things in the future beyond finishing school lol #i've always been a liiitle bit afraid to dream & tbh even going 'oh! i'm so excited to finish this in 2.5 months!' is pushing it lol #ask game #ask

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godblessyoublackemperor · 2 months

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sitting at my desk at work watching a big fat magpie outside in the rain, pottering around in the grass looking for worms & bugs, and thinking about how dinosaur-y birds sometimes look, especially when they just potter around, and then thinking of birds beaks and the millions of years of chaotic trial & error mutation and variation that turned a dinosaurs long toothy reptile snoot into a little sharp pointy beak, and thinking in general about how a little scrungly chirruping lizardy guy becomes a sleek little dude with cool black & white plumage and cool long tail feathers like a hyphen, like ---magpie>

and then thinking again of those millions of years of slow chaos with random yet recognisable patterns recurring like a huge elaborate piece of music with repeating motifs that are just a little bit different every time but always familiar, how the basic Earthling Skeleton Plan is just variations on a unified theme, and how the little blip of time we exist in is so infinitessimally small in comparison to all those millions & millions of years

#worbs #and then taking a deep breath and going back go my spreadsheet #the soundtrack for this post is the height of summer by the knife btw

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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 3 months

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this is so self indulgent of me to ask but let me embarrass myself by asking for tummy kisses for Prem and Bug

FGSGHSH I LOVE YOU POSH. I'm sorry this took so long - Christ I feel so rusty - and the ending is a blunt as a gunshot, but I THINK IT'S CUTE and I hope I didn't butcher Bug too much 💖🥹

Prem is taller than Bug. That’s a fact of nature. Even on flat-feet, Prem’s a good five inches taller. But. Shit. She’s got this pair of five inch Louboutin heels—the fuckin’ sharp-an’-pointy kind, flashy black patent leather, with those retina-searin’ red bottoms Bug’d only seen in magazine pages until Prem had pulled ‘em out of her luggage.

She wears them with a Barbie Doll heel foot on her prosthetic, walkin’ well balanced with a sleek, dark-oiled teak cane with the silver head of a mallard for a handle. Looks a bit vampiric, but not in a bad way. Sort of way that makes Bug’s mouth run dry, and reach for Price’s sipping whiskey to quench her pinching-parched throat.

“Mm?” the man hums, rubbing his recently trimmed beard, following her eyes, and then he gets that fuckin’ pinched up, pleased smirk on his face, like he knows somethin’ about somethin’. “Yeah. The heels always have me fucked up, too.”

“Piss right off,” Bug grunts, taking his glass in full, and he only chuckles to himself, joining her in watching Prem swim her way through the gallery show. Feels strange to Bug, a bit, to see Prem’s death masks mounted on black grids of metal, lit harsh and bright from above with studio track lamps—but by no means wrong. No, more was like seeing an old friend finally finding a place they belonged. Been on the woman’s ass long enough to get her to agree to a show.

Prem—true to her callsign, Premonition, the woman that sees the future and all that lies hidden—must feel the eyes on her, because she turns her head to look over a sleek shoulder, and a smile warps her painted-burgundy lips. She lifts a hand and waves with a little wiggle of her ring finger, right at her.

Bug can just feel Price making that goddamned quokka face again, staring dead at the side of her face. She swills the giant cube of ice around the dregs of his whiskey, and she jabs him where it smarts, but only a bit, “Think Soap’s gone and let your mutt get picked up by the RSPCA yet? Or you think he’s still wanderin’ some back road like a bum?

Price shakes his head. “Nah. Dog’s fine, probably making moon-eyes at Bordelon,” he starts, but he shrugs his shoulders with a thoughtful look, “Soap’s probably up with Agnes trying to dust her crypt.”

“Oh, you dirty old fuck,” Bug snorts, pulling a face of disgust, “Agnes’s taste is so much better than that. Disgusting you’d even suggest that.”

“Mhmm,” Price purrs, leaning back against the bar, resting a hand on the small of her back, rubbing his blunt fingers into the small pad of soft pudge he finds there.

Prem is the one to pinch Price’s jaw, giving it a good jiggle around eleven, when the crowd’s gotten thicker with the hipster art scene rats, and she can no longer functionally give a fuck about showing face. “John. My darling. My dear love. My...sweetest, closeted Nine Inch Nails boy—”

“Fuck’s sake,” he grunts, jiggled.

“—can you please, please find us some good scran?” she finishes, leaning heavily on her cane, her weight bent toward Bug’s figure. He rolls his eyes, but there’s a smirk pulling at his mouth under the chops—just a little one, like it’s a bit shy of showing itself. Prem knows she’s won the moment she sees it, pulling him in for a *pap!* of a kiss before giving his cheek a chummy clap. “Good man, crack on.”

Bug slides right into Prem’s free side, sliding an arm around the woman’s waist as one of Prem’s snakes around her shoulders. “So, what was the trick for pullin’ that off, eh? He gives me all sorts a’shit when I try to boss him,” Bug laughs, sinking into the scent of Prem’s perfume.

“Y’just have to get his dick a little bit hard, that’s all,” Prem hums in return, waggling her brows. “You’re a dabhand at it, y’know? Just gotta harness it, eh.”

“Ooh, I’ll have to practice on that then, won’t I?” Bug is beaming, and she knows it. Doesn’t try to hide it, either. Neither does she try to hide the way that she keeps glancing at Prem’s lips when she looks up into her face, tugging her toward down the sidewalk in the direction of their hotel.

Prem’s eyes—already dark under the streetlamps, wet and deep like pools of ink—go half-lidded, and she dips her head, tucking her nose under Bug’s heavy mane of curls. Fuckin’ embarassin’ it is, how fast Bug grows wet between the legs as she feels Prem’s lips pressin’ slow and warm against her neck, where the print of her lipstick will remain hidden.

“Mm,” Prem begins to murmur, “wanted to do that feck-off bad all night. Kept seein’ you and John standin’ together, and don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Her eyes squeeze tight, still breathing against Bug’s skin. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about watchin’ you two fuck the daylights out of each other. Him on top, feckin’ you all slow, and hard—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Bug barks with laughter, shaking her head, yoking Prem’s throat loosely in her hand, pushing her back a bit, burning head to toe with a bright flush and a thumping desire that starts in her cunt and booms out to her fingers, toes and lashes. “Can’t even wait ‘til we’re back in the hotel, huh? We got you in that bad of a way?”

“Always!” Prem sniffs, grinning.

There’s only a single lamp on in the room, and Prem is wearing only her prosthetic, and her panties, with a tube of her lipstick tucked in the band. Demon of a woman had the gall to let Bug get all the way dressed down to one of Price’s black t-shirts and her drawers before she made her move. Bug had to admit, though—good fuckin’ move, that one. Might have to tuck it in her own pocket for later.

Bug snorts as Prem’s hands slide up to her hips, gripping the softness she finds there, and deeper, until her fingertips knead tight muscles. Bug’s hands slide directly to the woman’s neck, resting with her thumbs over the pulsepoint, urging her down to kiss, and Prem falls right into the trajectory of it.

“Oh, aw, feck,” Prem laughs, pulling back from Bug’s lips, and the remorse sounds utterly put-on, “I’ve gone and shitted up your face. Look at you, you’re all smudgy. Didn’t mean to do all that.”

“And you’re a shit liar, darlin’,” Bug tosses back, feeling wild as she runs wide-open, letting Prem move her back to the bed, urging her up onto the pillows.

“Yeahhh—you’re right.” Prem has the audacity to fuckin’ giggle, burying her face against Bug’s neck once again, sliding between her spread legs, her hands moving farther up Bug’s shirt, savoring the soft curve of her waist, the structure of her ribs. But, goddamn, does she touch Bug as if considering her angles and construction like a well fine piece of art, wanting to pick up the techniques to copy into her own repertoire.

Up trails Bug’s shirt, a slow and subtle climb as Prem cups her breasts, rolling her nipples beneath her thumbs, pinching and tugging them slightly. Her grin’s impossible for Bug to ignore as her lips press more and more burgundy prints into her skin, and they both just find themselves laughing for no reason at all apart from sheer delight.

Prem’s knee slides up, coaxing Bug’s legs further open, and Bug sighs heatedly with the move, letting Prem push her shirt up over her breasts. “You’re a wicked-ass little thing,” she accuses, and Prem nods in emphatic agreement as she begins to kiss Bug’s freckled sternum.

She's kissed Bug's breasts, teasing her nipples with her soft, warm tongue, leaving behind prints of burgundy lips on the areola, the bottom swells, the top. Made herself right at home, groping Bug's hips tight before she leans up enough up to smart-ass-casual swipe more color onto her mouth, leaving Bug squirming and laughing under her. It only turns into a cackle when Prem dips to her stomach, kissing a belt across her waist, her bellybutton (where she dips her tongue, causing Bug to howl a surprised laugh and buck), and just—all over.

Makes Bug's head swim, it does. “Think you're just showin’ off at this point, sweetheart,” she snorts, brushing her fingers over Prem's short curls, slipping down to draw nonsense over the nape of her neck.

“Oh, no,” Prem hums, and Bug can feel her grin as it meets her hip, “am just stallin’ for…”

The door of the hotel room groans open, and Price's heavy steps are unmistakable alongside the shuffle of a paper bag in his arms, and the wrestling-out flap of his fleece lined denim jacket snapping. He doesn't stop what he's doing, but he sure takes a long look, and Bug can't help but grin wide under crinkled eyes and stick her tongue between her teeth as she gives a little wave. “Hi,” she says, simple as can be.

Price drops the bag on the empty dresser— they'll find out in an hour or two he'd somehow managed to find cut italian hoagies by some miracle—and he sits on the other bed, looking at them as he unlaces his boots. Prem kicks her feet up in the air, crossing them at the ankles while she pressed her cheek to Bug's belly.

“Am I early or late?” he grunts.

“Course he don't wonder if he's invited,” Bug teases, but she continues to smile. They've all three caught each other in compromising enough positions to play grab-ass about it—Price is the only one that acts caught when it happens.

“Actually,” Prem sighs, rising to her knees in a well practiced movement, sliding forward to kiss Bug's lips as she goes, “you're right on time.”

Prem's got the audacity to sneak launch a playful clap between Bug's legs—over her soaked, but clothed crotch—earning herself one wicked bark of indignation and a swat at her arm for making Bug's neglected pussy throb. But Prem continues regardless, ordering lightly, “Get your shite-arse over here and eat her. Poor thing's tremblin’.”

#my work #holler holler get $#friend oc: bug #DGGJJF I HOPE YOU LIKE BABE

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popcornforone · 9 months

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Stolen Looks

A fan Fic based on The Thief

About 14months ago a friend asked me would I write a little short romantic story for them, nothing to smutty but based on a picture, as I write & like to to that, so I did. I then discovered an hourly Pedro Pascal twitter bit that posted random photos of him on the hour so I started writing them about the photo… now here I am (that bot has now gone boo Elon) writing fan fics. & then bam this photo above drops & I had to write about it & the thief, I couldn’t not. So this is An added bonus for you all this week. Don’t worry your still getting Javi G chapter 5

Synopsis: The thief is up to his usual tricks but all it takes is a glance at you to change his motives for the night.

Word count:2600

Warnings: Don’t read if your under 18! There no sex in this but… it’s implied. The thief is bisexual. Alcohol, slight swearing, drugs & drugging mentioned. Oral sex described, fingering, seducing stimulation, mentions of one night stands.consent could be seen as dubious please remember in real life it’s okay to say no. Stealing & theft. This is not an advert for wine.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feed back is welcome as always. Thanks.

There you stand waiting for him. In his bedroom. You don’t even know his name. The glances between you at the party tonight were intense. No other mans eyes met yours. No other man could you see the desire flood his veins. But these glances well… palpable is an understatement.

In he walks. Snazzy floral silk long jacket. Over sized cuffs, from the white shirt underneath poking out. Sleek black trousers, that made you see how good he could be. A hint of spotty socks. Black pointy heeled boots, reflecting your face. Messy hair but styled that way on purpose. A large watch that looks small in comparison to those hands, which are carrying a bottle of red wine for the two of you to indulge in. He sits in the chair & leans back admiring you up & down. He rests his bearded chin on his hand, a flat fat thumb pressed to his lips as he sighs inhaling the beauty in front of him.

“Perfection” he states & gestures your hand for you to twirl. Your hair is in a long blonde braid trailing over your naked left shoulder. Your midnight blue strapless dress hugs your curves & gives you a phenomenal cleavage. There’s a thin layer of sparking net over the top to give your dress the look of a starry night sky. Your nails are all dark purple except the index fingers on both hands. They also have some silver to them, they match your heels, clutch & the choker necklace you are wearing. Earrings that are just simple studs, much like your simple make up. There were much more attractive glamours people at the party tonight but you have the attention of the person who never gives anyone the time of day. He gets what he wants & he always makes sure of it.

“Thank you”you say bashfully when you have finished your twirl. Your eyes still darting across every inch of him.

You won a ticket to this party at work, you don’t usually go to these kind of parties or auctions, but this was too good an opportunity to turn down. A country house which rarely gives people access. Champagne in hand slowly coming out of your shell as you started working the room. All you did was sit on a bench for a few seconds. Admiring a painting, taking the weight of your feet, when you saw a man creep through the library door. Dressed to the nines. Dapper. Mysterious. Handsome. Like he was up to no good. & yet the second both your eyes met they were drawn to each other, like a moth to a flame. You’re suddenly off the bench without you realising walking away from him to tease him & instigate a seductive chase. Your mind going insane going this isn’t the kind of girl you are. You avoid the lime light & wondering eyes of unknown gentlemen. & yet your hips are swaying as you move.

He is admiring your arse, & the way it sways, the dress clinging to you. He had spent months planning to get into this library tonight, his last Goya is hanging on this wall, ready for him to track it & lay his tropes to come back tomorrow night to claim it & replace it, the copy already on sight, it will be months before anyone realises it’s a fake. But your eyes & simple beauty have distracted him. He was also intrigued that the painting you stopped at was the Goya he plans on having for himself. He can hear your shallow breathing as he steps behind you. You tried to not look at him or give him the time of day but some slow seductive simple words made all the hairs on your body stand up on end.

“What are you drinking?” That’s all it took, to send shivers down your spine. The warmth of his breath setting your desire free. The way his hand caressed your almost bare back, before it trailed down your shoulder & arm to hold onto your hand & take the flute from your hand. He’s looking to see if your jewels are worth anything but he can see that you are not the usual person who comes to these events.

“Champagne” you whisper back you lips inches away from his mouth as you turn your head to face him. Your lips so plump. Your eyes flutter at him & his are full of desire as they return a glance back to you. Neither of you hear the glass shatter as he drops the flute to the floor, you’re both enchanted by the person desiring the other.

The rest of the night you both circulated trying not to be beguiled by the other & yet there was moments in each room of this country house where you’d end up standing next to each other. Your net working had improved & your confidence had grown due to both the sudden eyes that you felt burning into you all night & also the liquid luck from the champagne. He has managed to eventually get things in place for his heist tomorrow, but he is always if he possibly can, be about 10 paces behind you when you move around. He automatically had the urge to protect you & keep you safe & maybe steal you for himself. So when you taxi failed to arrive at the end of the night & he offered to take you back to his so you could sleep in the spare room you agreed. Those eyes were very easy to say yes too.

He’s still looking you up & down in his bedroom. He didn’t give you a tour he just took you straight to his bedroom, he’s not even kissed you yet. The drive to his mansion he stroked the back of your hand & caressed your face, asking you about why you were there & if you admired the paintings & if you had a pleasant evening. You were surprised when he left you in his bedroom for a few minutes before he returned with the wine. But your face lit up when he sauntered back into the room. His aura always makes it seem like he is creeping in & out of any room he is in like he is a Sluth. He pours you both a glass of red Malbec & picks his up & takes a sip.

“You’re normal aren’t you?” He asks subtlety in a soft way, not wanting to offend. “This isn’t your usual scene be it the party or right now. Your not that kind of girl”

“Is it that obvious?” You giggle & take a step forward to go pick up your glass but he raises his hand to stop you & you look confused.

“Yes, most girls & men by now would be on their knees, gagging around my cock, while I taste this beautiful wine before I return the favour. They don’t wait for consent, they know who I am & they just do it.” He’s clearly a man who goes for a certain type, you mind races now as to why you are here.”but you…” he stands up & his hand takes the other glass & walks across to you. “… you have class & standards. Your not just here for a quick meaningless shag & then we will never call each other again, no your here to be seduced, to be claimed, to be stolen” your own breath hitches as he says he wants to steal you. The idea of his hands tracing your body has been on your mind since he first touched your back earlier. You now know from his statement that he is a man who is usually offered sex on a plate from Whoever he invites back, you are a challenge for him. He likes a challenge.

“I don’t even know your name,” you say as you take your wine from his hand trying not to look in his eyes. “I don’t even know what you do, I don’t even…” his eyes search for yours & once eyes contact has been made you slowly fall silent.

“You stole my eye line tonight, being so naturally beautiful” he says & he kisses your empty hand before you both take a sip of wine. “You stole my attention, the way you smile, the way you hold yourself, the way you are you.” You’re siping more of this wine hoping he isn’t drugging you, it’s the kind of things men like this do to get you into bed. “& you stole my identity, I’m the thief, I’m meant to the the one with the capabilities to steal what I want, to get what I need…”

“But you did…” you interrupt & the man’s face goes a little sour. Are you undercover he thinks, did you see him mark the painting & stash some items to steal it tomorrow? “No one but you was going to steal those precious looks from me tonight, you’re not like the other men that were there. I might not know who you are, but I think you can claim to have stolen my night away from me. Im yours”

The thief take both your wine glasses & put them back in the table, undoing his bow tie at the same time.

“This was not my plan for tonight, no way, but you my mysterious lady, you’ve made tonight so much more interesting.” He moves your braid off your shoulder & starts to pepper it with soft kisses. His lips feel warm against your chilled skin in this sparse room. For a man with a large house you’d have thought he’d have more in his master suit that just a few books on a shelf, a table & chairs, two

dressers & a large 4 poster bed. Clearly a man who likes to keep things simple, maybe that’s why he wants to keep you here tonight.

“How have I made this interesting?” You’re breathing fast as he makes his way to the crook of your neck working his way up to your lips to taste them in a few seconds time, you hope.

“By being you, a few stolen glances are all it took, for I am now yours” he says looking at you directly abandoning his kisses, those stolen looks being exchanged again. You want this. So does he.

“As am I to you” you whisper & cup his cheek. His hands, those large palms hold your face as he looks at every blemish on your face, not caring that your make up is starting to look a little bit old. He doesn’t care. The look & nod are small but the second your lips meet a fire erupts in you. Those lips that have pouted all night at you & have had seductive words flow out of them are now learning how you kiss. One of his hands goes around your waist as the other unties your braid, so he can feel all of you. Your body’s so close as your mouths continue to engage in this embrace. He tastes of the wine. Rich dark & seductive, like him. Maybe he has drugged you into feeling like this, but right now as all of your senses are on high alert & you feel the passion take over, you don’t care. You may have kissed the devil & its Making you want more.

Eventually his grip is loose around your waist as you both stop making out with each other. Both desperately needing more than the kiss, but both needing a moment of reflection. Are you this girl now? Does he really want to have you to himself all night? Are You going to be filled with regret in the morning? One look into his eyes & you suddenly see him soften. No longer this man who has seduced & stolen your heart as well as the looks from you tonight. He’s just a man, a man who wants you, who clearly is treating you differently to every other man & woman he invites back to his after an event. You’re someone he needs to take his time with. To learn to appreciate,

& to maybe add to his collection & share it with him one day.

“We…” he’s stumbling “we don’t have to… there’s no pressure…” his hand trails around his neck scarring his beard. He’s nervous for once.

“& what if I did…” you reply “what if tonight you take me, one night of mine can be stolen & given to someone else & I’d like it to be you.” you say as your hands start to trail up his silk floral jacket ready to help him undress.

“Darling, if you stay with me, it will be for more than just one stolen night” he says, his eyes filled with passion. His hand glides into yours like it’s meant to be as he walks you across to the bed & he slowly lowers you down onto it. He lies to your side watching the rise & fall in your body. You’re breathing more than enraged trying to control yourself. This is made harder by his hand, trailing inside your dress, up your leg, over your inner thigh. “Let go beautiful” he whispers softly in your ear as you gasp & his thumb makes contact with your clit.

You jolt awake at 10am on a Sunday. A dream of lust & desire. A memory playing out in your mind as you slept in your small bed, in your apartment. The feeling of his thumb still there teasing your clit, as you wake up in a sweat wishing he was here. He’s not unfortunately. Your bed sheet damp underneath where you sit, as you had obviously cum while dreaming about him, maybe your own hand had been seeing to your pleasure as you remember the first night you met. You lay naked back down on your bed remembering the rest of that night & the next nine afterwards. Realising making love to you was his alibi for so many things. You still jokingly after all this time still call him the thief, to arouse the two of you, to get you in the mood occasionally, not that you could keep your hands or lips off each other. Your horizons now broadened & you were not just a one off. This was the real thing for the both of you. You always chuckle a little at that as you turn over to check your phone & send him a good morning message. Imagine if you hadn’t won that at work. Although you have now not worked for the last 3months at all, a sabbatical before you start to retrain in what you want to actually do in life. He has made you realise these moments need to be grasped & enjoyed, no one should wait for what they want. He’s said he will help you, but you insisted on one day paying back every penny. you then sit up & look across at the wall & smile & say good morning to what faces you. That Goya, yes the painting, his most prised possession. Which he has gifted to you as a promise to always return. Which he does when your buzzer to your apartment goes off about 5minutes later. You bed & apartment might not be as grand as his mansion, but it keeps you both grounded & your spark alive. All to just steal a few precious minutes of love making together, away from the eyes of the rest of the world.

#fanfic #my fics #pedro pascal #smutt #no minors #over18 #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fan fic #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #the thief #Casin

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tortiefrancis · 2 years

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"i'm not ready / for the weight of us"

[ ID: a stylized, black and white pencil drawing of Binx from A Court of Fey and Flowers, from their torso up. They're a skinny person with medium length, straight, darker hair, pointy ears that point downwards, thin eyebrows and a round-ish nose. She has small eyelashes and moth antennae, as well as a pair of moth wings.

She wears two pairs of simple earrings and a sleek, dark top with lighter, loose sleeves. Her hands are close to her chest, and she tightly holds a heart necklace. They look up, towards the left, with a worried and shocked expression, as wind blows from the right.

The background is plain. The lineart is mostly clean and very dark. There's only a bit of shading and blush, and it's simple. There's a signature next to Binx. /End ID ]

#acofaf #acofaf spoilers #acofaf fanart #a court of fey and flowers #a court of fey and flowers spoilers #a court of fey and flowers fanart #d20 #dimension 20 #binx choppley #that crystal heart scene made me go wild #sweet lord i love them...#sam.interests #sam.arts

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mlimby · 2 years

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JJBA Character Model Studies/Analysis (only Part 5)

Hi, this post is just me praising the art direction in the “Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure” fighting games “Eyes of Heaven” and “All Star Battle”. Don’t know if this has been done before but I’ve been thinking about this so much.

One thing I love about the character design in these games is that they avoid same-face-syndrome. Each character is given unique facial features AND retains their part’s art style “quirk”, I guess you could call it, that anime/manga sometimes struggles with (due to the nature of the genre.) This is the closest to canon appearance descriptors that we are going to get that are not the basic things like height, hair color, eye color, etc. I’m talking like face shapes and whatnot.

Since the Part 5 cast are my favorites, I’m going to be using them as my examples. Yes, I am starved of Part 5 content.

Each image I use is going to be from a GTA 3 mod page (which I will source at the end of this post cause don’t you want to play as them in GTA?) since it’s the clearest and most consistent set of close up images I could find lol.

Giorno:

Round, hooded(?), soulful, watery, wet beast eyes (his iris and pupils take up most of the space in his eyes)

Winner of wettest most watery eyes on the team

Very angled, blocked in eyebrows

Heart shaped face (widest at the forehead with pointy chin) very much emphasized by his cornet hair

Square jaw

Big ole rounded ears that stick out (Second biggest ears on team)

Slightly wider nose relative to the width of his mouth but overall balanced facial features

The way his suit is modeled gives him kind of a blocky appearance and make his limbs look shorter

Short fingers

In all, they gave him a very rounded/blunt appearance

I don’t believe in kibbe typing but, Soft Natural

Bucciarati:

Horizontally long, almond shaped eyes with visible double eyelid (smaller iris and pupils leave most of the white showing)

Has the second driest eyes on the team (only behind Mista)

Super thin, straight eyebrows that are more filled in towards the front (probably drew them on)

Thinner, oval face shape I think (pulls off the blunt bangs and bob cut very well good for him!)

Has a wider mouth and super full lips

Thin and long nose (emphasizing longer mid face makes him look more mature)

He got small bones

Well tailored suit (compared to Giorno’s somewhat ill fitted modified school uniform)

Long, slender fingers

Sleek, modern, and sharp impression

Probably Dramatic Classic lol

Fugo

Round/almond shaped eyes with visible double eyelid (smaller iris and pupils with most of the white showing)

Very long, angled, eyebrows but not as fat as Giorno’s

I’d like to say he has an oblong face shape plus IMAX forehead (sorry)

More v shaped jaw most similar to Bucciarati

Similar facial feature placement to Bucciarati but has a slightly more rounded nose tip and a not as pinched nose bridge

Big ole hands and fingers

Lanky teenage boy archetype

Very rectangular but slightly more blunt than sharp

Flamboyant Natural or straight up Dramatic probably

Narancia

Big round eyes with visible double eye lid but his iris and pupil still leave a lot of white showing (biggest eyes on team)

Big ears like huge ears (biggest ears on team)

Really thick and noticeable bottom lashes

Second place for most watery eyes on the team (I’d describe them as more sparkly and alert than watery I suppose)

Thin but angled eyebrows

Oval face shape but no sharp or hard edges just round (retains the most facial baby fat)

V shaped/rounded jaw but not as defined

Lips similar in proportion to Giorno’s but with a more defined cupid’s bow

Shorter limbs

Smaller hands with smaller fingers

He’s not short! He’s compact!

He’s like a small rock to me just all muscle but thin

Like how monkeys have super compact muscles that make their limbs appear thin but they’re actually super strong and can do unspeakable damage

Flamboyant Gamine

I’ll add more of the team in a later reblog of this post or a separate one I don’t know.

Image Sources: (all by Alessandar212)

#jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 5 #jjba #jjba part 5 #giorno giovanna #vento aureo #golden wind #bruno bucciarati #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #mlramble #jjba analysis #wall of text #text post #personal

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fluffbyday-smutbynight · 2 years

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The Most Beautiful Ship in the World

[a ficlet inspired by the meeting between the Amerigo Vespucci and the USS Independence - read on Ao3 here]

1962, Mediterranean Sea

She saw the huge aircraft carrier approaching from afar. Leisurely slowing down to accost her, his mighty build unmistakable against the blue expanse of the calm sea.

Truth be told, she was used to it. Her catchy looks made more than one horn blow. Even ocean liners - notably a pretentious lot - used to give her the right of way and salute her with three loud honks of appreciation. It was meant to be a flattering gesture, and she used to gloat at it, back in the day; by now, she barely took note and moved on.

Now by her side – his untarnished hull giving away his young age – the carrier turned his light signal on, apparently determined to chat her up.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“Training ship Amerigo Vespucci,” she politely answered, “Italian Navy.” This should satisfy the boy’s curiosity enough, and hopefully establish that she was the one in familiar waters.

The other one signalled again.

“You are the most beautiful ship in the world.”

No crass whistling. Just a genuine compliment.

That was new.

“Oh, my.” She found herself faltering on her words. “Thank you.”

She reprised her course, not without a slight embarrassment at getting flustered that easily. The carrier though, not at all discouraged, gently matched her speed – no small feat for such an imposing, graceless craft.

“Don’t tell me you’re ditching me already,” he said in jest.

She glanced up at the fleet of fighter jets on his deck, their white, pointy tail fins glistening in the sun.

“Don’t you have anywhere important to be?”

“Not today. Waiting for the next NATO exercise. I’m the USS Independence, by the way… but you can call me Indy.”

Goodness gracious. Was he flirting, now?

“Well, Indy,” she countered, “before you get any funny ideas, let me ask you… how long have you been deployed?”

“Just three years.”

“Oh dear.”

A long moment of silence followed, interspersed by the lull of crashing waves and the squawking of seagulls. Now, she hadn’t meant to mortify him…

“But–” he added, with a remarkable presence of spirit, “I’ve served in Cuba and Puerto Rico already. Not entirely wet behind my ears, so to speak.”

“What I meant is… I’m not sure you realised, that I’m thirty years your senior.”

“You don’t show a day over fifteen, if I may say so.”

Let’s not tell him that her teak wood deck and her striped hull paint had been recently redone.

He accosted her some more, and from this near she noticed his sleek, functional outline against the sky. It wasn’t unpleasant in the least.

“You should know I’m an old-fashioned lady, and I’d rather do things the old-fashioned way.”

“No objections to that, Ma’am.” A cheerful plume of smoke blew from his funnel. “Getting to know you better will only be my pleasure.”

What with her line of work, she knew all too well the fervors and recklessness of young folks. Nonetheless, this one seemed to hold his conversation quite nicely, and to be resolute in his intentions. Which she could only appreciate, in accordance with her motto: “Not who begins, but who perseveres.”

“You know what, Indy? I love the Caribbean Sea this time of the year. And I might teach you a trick or two...”

And they sailed on, together. For how long, it is not known; but together they sailed, towards the setting sun.

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(notes and tags under the cut)

What can I say in my defence? Apparently, anything that happens at sea strikes the romantic strings of my heart, and so here I am, anthropomorphizing and shipping... literal ships.

If you have any questions - how does that work? How do they communicate so efficiently or convey emotion? Why is she a she and he's a he? Why do they have genders, at all? Well, I do *not* have answers.

Life is short and nothing makes sense.

(tagging some people who seemed to like the first one; let me know if you'd like to be added or removed):

@helloliriels @totallysilvergirl @kettykika78 @missdeliadili @mydogwatson @amindamazed @prettyrealisticjohnlockfanart @otter-von-bismarck @johnsimms

#shipping ships #amerigo vespucci #uss independence #writeblr #ficlet #shit fluffsmut writes

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The two big influences of this story are The Winter’s Tale by Shakespeare and The Ramayanam

“This wasn’t what I was expecting, I thought it would be.. dirtier with more destruction” he admitted.

“It was like that five years ago when people were still brave, they’re all too scared now”Sugafana explained as she kept moving walking past the fountain.

It was peculiar how the artist had managed to capture the Chawari’s cold pragmatic cruelty,

Sugafana always assumed someone needed a face to depict that,

But no, it was all there from the hair dryers sleek pointy lines to the way it loomed over them like a vengeful furious god.

“I wonder if he’s really that big in real life” Jay remarked.

“It doesn’t seem very likely, before he ruled the country he used to spend four hours a day styling the old kings hair” Sugafana pointed out before crisply turning away from the statue.

“You know it’s weird that the king even named his hair dryer as his heir, How does creating

Perfect curls qualify someone to run an entire country?” Jay asked and two cleaning bots spun around making hissing sounds.

“That was a hilarious joke Jay, all hail the chatawari” Sugafana giggled nervously,

“Yes, all hail” Jay remarked and Sugafana a rolled her eyes.

“Honestly! This way, the human medical cenfer is located between the custom paint shop and the oil cafe” Sugafana explained.

The human medical center was being manned by an empty coffee maker propped up on a shelf in a small waiting room.

Several humans were shuffling about next to

Appliances, in the line in front of them stood a vacuum cleaner next to a small boy.

“Do you have an appointment?” The coffeemaker asked the vacuum cleaner.

“Yes, under Dusterdemon1986! My human is here for their annual physical and ankle upgrades” the vacuum cleaner grumbled in a slightly annoyed female voice.

“Take your human down the hall and wait in the second room on the left” the coffee maker said before making another chirping sound.

“Is your owner here?” The coffee maker asked sigafana and Jay.

“Owner?” Jay hissed.

“We’re freelance walkers, here to check the genetic makeup of our baby” Sugafana said gesturing to the baby who was now squawking.

“All freelance walkers must pay before using the medical post natal pods, will you be paying with goods or energy?” The coffee maker asked.

“Goods” Sugafana said placing the bag of snow cubes on the desk.

“Snow cubes, two liters, value 100 credits, you may use the genetic testing machine in room five for ten minutes” the coffee maker chimed and Sugafana nodded.

The genetic testing machine was the only thing in the entire facility that even remotely resembled a human. A tall neon pink figure with a single blinking yellow eye carved from shiny plastic.

"Welcome, are you here for analysis or repair?" The machine chirped in a child’s voice, cocking its head to one side.

"Analysis," Sugafana said, taking the baby from Jay's arms.

"Very good, please take the infant and place it in my abdomen," the machine said, and Jay shot Sugafana a suspicious look.

"Are you artificially intelligent? Legally you have to tell us," Jay said.

"I am not artificially intelligent; humans are forbidden from using artificially intelligent devices”.

"Why does it sound like a four-year-old?" Sugafana asked uneasily.

"You’ve never used one of these before?" Jay asked.

"Of course not, I’ve never even had a baby," Sugafana said, and Jay sighed, taking the baby off Sugafana again.

Ever so gently, Jay placed the baby inside the robot's cushy interior, and the doors shut with a whoosh.

"Analysis will be complete in five minutes," the android sang.

"Five minutes? I thought these things worked instantaneously," Sugafana protested.

"This one’s actually pretty fast; the one in my village was sixty years old and took four hours! The babies would come out screaming their heads off," Jay replied, and Sugafana began to walk around the room in circles.

"Did you have a lot of babies before the war?" Sugafana asked, and Jay burst out laughing as he danced across the floor.

"No! I was training to be a nurse in the city, and I would do my practical rounds at my village's medical center," Jay replied as he swished past her.

"You never told me! We’ve been working together for three years, and you never once told me you could give free medical advice! Meanwhile, every day I’ve listened to you retell the plots of all seven Agile and Arrogant movies," Sugafana replied as she finished her first loop of the tiny room.

"You never told me about your grandmother," Jay pointed out.

"I don’t tell anyone about my grandmother. As far as everyone is concerned, she’s my forty-five-year-old roommate; the slumlord who collects my rent charges more for senior citizens and children," Sugafana replied as the android began to play a faint classical melody.

"Do you ever think it’s weird that our camp makes us pay rent? I mean, did the slumlords predict the war was going to happen when they bought a dead empty volcano?" Jay asked.

"No, if I remember correctly, the slumlords were going to turn the volcano into an amusement park," Sugafana said as she finished her second loop.

"I miss roller coasters," Jay sighed.

For a few moments, they lapsed into silence. The only sounds in the room came from the android's music and the baby grunting.

It was a classic romantic tune, and Jay was already perfectly imitating the moves. Jay was now moving towards her, extending his hand, and Sugafana stared at it for a few seconds.

It had been years since the last time she danced.

Sugafana twirled towards him, her pants swishing on the floor. Together they began to move, their hands behind their heads, their feet shifting in an intricate pattern.

Sugafana felt herself glancing upwards, her eyes meeting Jay’s. Sugafana felt her breath catch in her throat. Suddenly she was back at the movies with her sister, watching Veeram Jetstream almost kiss Vyomi Chand.

Jay was staring down at her, his hand reaching towards her cheek. The android beeped, and the music stopped.

Feeling flushed and confused, Sugafana stepped backward as the droid opened with a ping. The baby was gently sleeping.

"Genetic report complete," the android said as Sugafana reached in, grabbing the baby. The android's stomach shut, and the report appeared on its surface.

"Baby girl, heritage Martian South Asian maternal line, Callisto Italian paternal line," Sugafana read.

"Well, that explains the green hair. I had a student whose parents were from Callisto, and her hair looked like fresh limes," Sugafana remarked as she used her fingers to scroll downwards.

"Health, intelligence, personality traits... why do they always put the most important stuff at the end of reports!" Sugafana grumbled and then sighed with relief when she saw a sentence reading "click for birth certificate."

The screen slowly loaded, and Sugafana gasped.

"Maternal line deceased, classified; paternal line alive, classified. What does that even mean?" Jay read over Sugafana’s shoulder.

"It means this is a very important baby," Sugafana said as the baby stirred in her sleep, grunting.

"Your ten minutes is over; please proceed to the payment desk if you wish to extend your session," a voice chimed as the baby opened its eyes, its lips puckering.

Outside the medical center, the baby was starting to scream as Sugafana tried to soothe her.

"Here, she’s hungry," Jay said, taking the second bottle from his bag and placing it to the baby's lips.

Sugafana sighed with relief as the baby began to suckle.

"I’m going to need a lot of bottles, and a baby bed and clothes," Sugafana whispered.

"You’re going to keep the baby?" Jay asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Her parents are classified! Her mother is dead; it’s not like I can trade her for a bag of sugar at the markets," Sugafana said as she walked slowly across the square, trying to keep the bottle in the baby’s mouth.

"You would probably get more than one bag, especially with those Callisto genes," Jay joked, and Sugafana shot him a dirty look.

"Not that you would. A sweet baby like this deserves to grow old, not be broken down into stem cells," Jay said, leaning forward, and suddenly the baby grabbed his finger with her tiny hand.

"Oh my," Jay remarked with astonishment.

"Let’s get back to the camps, but first we’ll see what supplies we can get," Sugafana said firmly.

#magic #fantasy #doctor who #nanowrimo #science fiction #life on mars #nanowrimo2023 #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #Star Wars #comics #umbrella academy #comic #marshmallows #disneyfandom #sci-fi ya #ya #young adult fiction

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gigantomachylesbian · 2 years

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I SEE UR PFP IS A MANED WOLF, rate some canines (maned wolf, coyote, jackal, grey wolf etc) 😼

YES maned wolves are my favorite animals!!! They are simply so weird. So here is my ranking

Maned Wolves. Not wolves or foxes despite their looks, but part of an entirely different genus of Chrysocyon! And they're the only living species of this genus. So omnivorous that they have a "wolf apple" named after them, and otherwise hunt small mammals with their tall, tall legs in high grasses. ALSO their urine smells like weed

ALSO 1. Gray Wolves. It just had to be a tie, I've loved gray wolves since I was a kid (I still have the exact issue of national geographic that started this passion) and, since I'm working to get a biology and eventually a zoology degree, they're an animal I'm very interested in studying!!!

2. Jackals! In no small part because I want to learn more about them. I also think they are delightfully small and delightfully pointy

4. all foxes... obviously part of the genus Vulpes while the others so far are Canis, BUT how could I not include foxes!!! I've also always been enamored with red foxes, and other foxes nowadays as well!!! They have such a sleek energy and I read recently about the fox domestication experiments and found them so fascinating.

5. Coyotes I STILL LOVE COYOTES I PROMISE. They are, in fact, under appreciated, and get a sort of bad wrap for being a bit more scavengery, and for their numbers rising as a negative result of wolves leaving ecosystems--but that was the fault of humans, not coyotes! I think they're still gorgeous animals deserving of love and respect and I also need to learn more about them.

#k talks #asks #funnylittlejester #THANKS I <3 talking about animals

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sshbpodcast · 2 years

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Vessel detected: Alien ships in Star Trek: Part 4

By Ames

Welcome to the edge of the wormhole! Deep Space Nine, being a station and all, has to have the ships come to it. And boy, do they! We’re still at the ship show and we can see a ton of new ships from both the Alpha and Gamma Quadrants from our renovated Cardassian station, so A Star to Steer Her By is going to show you the more important ones. There are just too many to do them all, so we’re focusing on the major races: the ones who we fight for, the ones we fight against, and the ones who change everything!

Follow along with the images below for all the ship porn, and listen to our discussion on this week’s podcast episode (discussion at 55:38). Something cool is coming out of the wormhole, so drinks are half price at Quark’s for the next 30 minutes!

Cardassian Galor class

One of our favorite alien races also has a very distinct ship you can pick out easily in space. It’s quite telling that we start recognizing the Cardassians’ impressive necks even in their ship designs. The rest of the ship is just as interesting, from its sandy color to its snakelike frill to its scorpion tail. If there’s anyone’s ship that’s going to evoke lizards somehow, you knew it was going to be the Cardassians.

Cardassian Keldon class

If you’d just shown me this ship design next to the Galor class, I’d assume it was its pintsized little brother. So color me surprised that the Keldon class is of comparable size! Otherwise the look is so similar to our Cardassian hero ships that they might as well have just been the same design. Leave it to our spoon-headed friends to overcomplicate things.

Cardassian freighter

A very different Cardassian ship we see is the freighter to which a disgraced Dukat is demoted. We can definitely get the sense that it comes from the same place as the previous ships – check out its pincher face and desert camo color, but the look is more utilitarian. This is a ship that is mostly for moving goods and it’d take a true madman to turn it into a fighter. Wink.

Bajoran lightship

On the other side of the occupation, we get some good beauty shots of an ancient Bajoran design for a lightship. Like the Son’a collector we discussed last time, the sails on this thing are just impressive to watch unfurl. They’re also a similar shimmery gold, which is a funny coincidence. The various wings and sails give the look of a fragile butterfly in the middle of space, which just makes us wonder all the more how on Bajor they got it to work!

Bajoran raider

While the Bajorans can create something beautiful, they can also create something deadly, and that they accomplished quite a lot during the occupation. Their resistance craft looks basically like any earth fighter jet: small, efficient, and zippy. Even the big old thruster on the back of it reminds us of rockets of today, making it all the more appropriate for a group of Bajorans who had to scrape by with whatever they could get their hands on.

Bajoran assault vessel

The bigger guns from our wrinkle-nosed friends come later in the series when we’ve got bigger foes to fry. The Bajoran assault vessel still has that modern plane look about it, which is consistent with their raiders, but looks much more adept for deep space flying than for dogfighting in atmosphere. This one is quite sleek with interesting patterning, and cute pointy face, and some nice pale-colored accents.

Jem’Hadar fighter

Speaking of bigger foes that need frying! When we first meet the Dominion, they start utterly battering the Federation in their purple beetle ships. We don’t see a lot of purple-highlighted ships in the skies, so these are a nice change of pace that are also incredibly easy to distinguish between. And the fact that they look like scarab beetles automatically makes us start cringing.

Jem’Hadar battlecruiser

Also purple and also able to tear you up, the battlecruiser retains some of that insect look while being less rounded overall. The face of it definitely has that kind of ant mandible mouth that’s mildly offputting, and it’s deep bench of weapons makes even a single cruiser a substantial threat. Its little pontoon-shaped crescent nacelles are a little on the cute side though.

Jem’Hadar battleship

In “Valiant,” we face off with the oversized grandpappy of the Jem’Hadar fleet, which utterly wreaks pretty much all of Red Squad. This thing has a good sci-fi look that you can see reflections of all over various media: a massive weapon ship that’s somehow also stealthy. We still see some of those trademark Dominion touches which we appreciate. More purple. More pontoons. More mandibles.

Breen cruiser

Finally, the ship that changes everything. We were dubious too when we first saw the Breen and their weirdly asymmetrical ships. Maybe there just is too much symmetry in space, because this ship is such a game changer. It’s actually quite fascinating to look at because there is much order in what would otherwise be a fairly random shape – the fact that it seems balanced even though that doesn’t matter in zero gravity is fairly impressive.

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Prickles The Black Cat

———————— Story…💎 ———————— Tord was sitting in the grass right outside The Crew’s base, the wind blew his hair horns around lightly, he quietly hummed to himself as he heard a short “Murrp.” behind him. a bit startled, He turned to look and saw a small, scruffy black cat with orange eyes sitting right behind him, staring up at him. “Oh well hello there little kitten, what are you doing here?” The cat said nothing. Keeping it’s unblinking gaze on Tord. “Have you lost your mother? Did you come to me for help?” Still no answer, Tord shrugged. “I guess you just wanted some scratches didn’t you?” “Rrrurp.” The cat replied, Tord chuckled as he lightly scratched it’s cheek with one of his fingers. It’s fur was sleek but pointy, it didn’t hurt but it was a bit of a surprise to Tord. “My my..you sure are a spikey cat..a lot spiker then Ringo..” The small feline shook it’s self then looked back up at Tord, tilting it’s head. The trees around the two of them rustled, small kitten shivered a little. “The winds picking up..say..how bout I bring you inside for a little bit, it’s very nice inside me and my friends home.” Tord said opening his hand so the cat can be held. “Mmmmurp.” Said the cat, crawling coldly into Tord’s palm. “Okay little guy, In we go!” Foxy, Craig and Tweek were in the living room watching tv as Tord walked in the door with the scruffy little cat in his hand, Foxy turned his head. “Oh boy, looks like Tord found another clump of wires, how greaaat-“ “That’s not a clump of wires Foxy! It’s a kitten!” Tweek interrupted happily, running over to his tall friend. “Where’d you find it?” Craig said still sitting on the couch. “Outside, I’m not sure where it came from but it had to of come from somewhere in the forest.” The cat looked at each of Tord’s friends, still with a blank expression on it’s face. “Rrrrurp.” “Awhh..it has a strange but charming meow..how cute.” Foxy said standing near Tord. “Does it bite?” He said gently poking the cat with his hook. “Well if you keep prodding it with your hook it might.” Tord said sternly as he put it on the arm of the couch. “What should we name it?” Craig said, now standing near everyone else. “How abouttt…Oil!” “That’s a stupid name Foxy. What about Void?” “You don’t see very many black cats with orange eyes like this one’s! We can name it after them! Liiike Amber or Citrus!” Foxy didn’t like any of the others ideas, especially Craig’s, Who names their cat Void?? “Everyone calm down..I was the one to find it remember?” “Oh yeah surrre Tord, just because it came up to you first doesn’t mean I can’t name it.” “I?? What about m-“ “Hey hey! Stop it you two. Let me think for a second.” The cat tilted it’s head again at Tord. “What about..Prickles!” Tweek and Craig smiled as Foxy groaned but he had to agree that the name fitted the ball a fluff. “Then it’s settled. From now on, This cat will be called Prickles!”

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