#(technically not a stink bug)

[half-rat-monster]

[lostinlovingrevery]

Skinny Dipping (18+ Only!)

Logan X F!Reader

Plot: You're bored, and you decided to go bug Logan on a hot day

A/N: I actually had this idea in my head FOREVER. This is the first time writing smut, so pls forgive for any inaccuracies. I actually had fun with it! but I feel I still need some work on describing a scene with so much movement happening. You could technically imagine any Logan, but I pictured the X! movies Logan. Comments/critiques welcome and appreciated!

Warnings: Friends-to-Lovers type style, Smut, Unprotected PiV, slight voyeurism, nudity, sex in a lake (watch out for STIs!), it's sorta dubious consent but readers been horny for him for awhile and very eagerly accepts it. Not proofread and I also wrote this in one go.

Word Count: 2996

It was an unusually hot spring day at Xavier's School for the Gifted. The air held a certain dryness that was usually felt in deep July, and the sun was annoyingly bright. It was Saturday, most of the students had gone home to be with their parents, and the ones that stayed here were taken on a field trip by the other professors to a local planetarium. You had some work to finish up, so you stayed behind in your study. It was just you, and Mr.No-Fun Wolverine, who didn’t go either because he didn’t feel like babysitting. 

You were tired of having sat in your study most of the morning. You were almost done with your work and figured you could finish it up in the evening or on Sunday. It was one of the most rare moments you ever had in school- time alone.

Except you weren’t planning to spend it alone.

You left behind your study, your work, to hunt down Logan. Something had crawled in your bones and urged you to go annoy the hell out of him. Your favorite activity. Despite it being a huge mansion, it wasn’t hard to find him- sitting in the living room, watching some old movie you’d probably seen before but couldn’t really care about to remember the name of. What you focused on was the swirl of smoke coming from his hand.  

“Y’know, you aren’t supposed to be smoking in here.” Your voice made him turn his head, giving you a side glance, just to acknowledge you. He purely grunted in response, turning his head back to the tv as he took another long- almost as if he was being obnoxious- puff of his cigar. You walked around the couch to face the front of him, and his eyes tracked you, as he took his time blowing the smoke past his lips, another obnoxious move to rub in your face that he just didn’t care. He leaned back on the couch, spreading his legs in some kind of display of dominance that didn’t really deter you from backing down. It merely just turned you on. 

“Ain’t no one here to complain bub.” He finally says, eyes leaving you and turning back to the tv. You weren’t going to take that though. You moved to step in front of the tv, blocking his view. You crossed your arms. 

“I’m here.” You challenged yourself. “It stinks Logan. Seriously.” 

“I’ll light a candle.” 

“That’ll just make it worse.” 

He shrugged, showing you he didn’t consider it his problem. “You’re blocking my light doll.” He mutters. You kept your spot, arms still crossed, and eyebrow quirked upwards as if questioning if he was going to do anything about it. He looked at you, and finally he gave in, leaning forward, he stubbed the cigar out on the ashtray that he likely had stashed in his room and brought out here, looking at you with his brow drawn together and his lips pursed together in displeasure. You actually could have cared less if he smoked, the stench of cigars had become a welcome smell- because that’s what he smelled like and it had grown comforting to you. Like you felt earlier- you just wanted to annoy him. You could never actually do that though, because he was too fond of you to ever actually be annoyed with you in any shape or form.

You and Logan were close. You were the only person who challenged him when he’d forget his manners and become rough around the edges. You’ve kept him in check since he’s come to the school. You also were the only person who’s truly taken the time to get to know him. You saw beneath the rough exterior, the raised hackles, and the bared fangs- something everyone else saw as aggression, you saw it as self-defense. You broke through his stone-like exterior, his foolhardy confidence, and his flirty way of pushing people away, and found a man who simply was lost in the world, lost in who he was. You found him to be intelligent, compassionate and has a great penchant for being a sweetheart if you just gave him time. To put it simply, you loved him to pieces, for the man he is. He, on the other hand, has been too damn stubborn to let himself experience any joy of being loved and cared for. You knew he felt the same though, you saw the way his eyes would lighten up when he saw you in the kitchen in the mornings, how he would relax when you’d join the X-men meetings and sit next to him, the gentle way he’d touch your shoulder or hand- as if afraid he was going to hurt you. Whatever it was you guys had going on between you, it was being completely unspoken and frankly you were growing impatient. At first, you believed that Logan simply needed time to adjust- then he would make a move. Now though, you think it’s you that needs to make the move. Logan has an incredible ability to be self-destructive and shut himself out from the world. Even if you see the yearning he has in his eyes in front of you right now, you’re not sure he’d ever do anything, purely for the sake that he believes you deserve better.

You know what you want though, and by God you’re going to get it. 

Logan, has met his match in someone equally as bull-headed as he is. 

“Thank you.” You say dropping your arms to your side, and moving away from the tv. You walked over to him, and grabbed his hand. “C’mon.”

“What?” 

“Let's go for a walk.” 

“It’s hot outside bub.” He pulled his arm back, making you groan dramatically. 

“I’ve been cooped up all morning. I wanna go take a hike by the lake.” You say grabbing his hand again, this time succeeding in pulling him off the couch. You knew you’d never be able to actually lift him- as heavy as he is- but he’d just hate to see you struggle. You smiled at him victoriously as he rolled his eyes and sighed just as dramatic as your groan. 

“Fine.” He mutters. He can say no to you once. Twice though? How could he when he’s looking straight into your pretty little eyes, looking so pleadingly at him. 

You did a little dance in victory, a small wiggle of your hips- his eyes couldn’t help catch sight of, as you held onto his hand and pulled him with you as you made your way to the front door, outside in the heat, and down the familiar path that you’ve walked with Logan plenty of times before- whenever either of you just needed to get out together, and talk, towards the lake somewhere on the estate of the school. 

Your walk had started out silent, side by side, your hands brushing against each other. If it wasn’t so hot, you’d actually be clinging to him- you’d hook your arm around his, you’d lean your side against him- he didn’t mind, he was tall and sturdy, and the weight of you pressed against him was grounding. Now though, even though you urged to be near him, the hot sun pushed a space between you. 

Half way on the walk, that’s when you started complaining. “Ugh, it’s WAY too hot for April.”

“Told ya.” he mutters. He glanced at you, and you were tugging on the hem of your neckline, pulling back and forth to allow some air, showing the cleavage of your breast, enough to make him get some dirty thoughts. Something something- licking the sweat off your skin… His eyes darted away from you. 

There was tension building between you both. Something that had been building a long time, you- you didn’t like leaving things unresolved. 

Reaching the lake, you both slowed your pace to enjoy the scenery and the nature around there. Logan wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed these walks with you. He enjoyed the ones that were filled with comfortable silence, and the ones where you both couldn’t stop talking, it was rare to get him into a conversation, but you had a way of drawing it out of him. You’d talk about everything from politics, religion, his history, your history, the universe, how bad Scott and Jean's cooking was.  

This walk would be no different, if it wasn’t for your complaining.

“I told you it was hot.” He states again, “But you wanted to go out.” 

“Well excuse me for wanting to stretch my legs, get some fresh air.” You say, glancing at the lake. It looked cool, refreshing. That’s when you get an idea. 

“There’s a whole mansion full of stuff to do-” He says as he keeps walking, He picks up that you stopped, no longer next to him anymore, “Bub?” He turned around, his face dropping as he watched you shed your last item of clothing, and began to run into the water. Once you were up to your knees, you dived in- creating a splash of water that sent waves rippling towards the shore where he stood. His eyes trailed over to where you left your clothes behind, and blood rushed straight down, stirring his cock. 

You popped your head up above the water, your location now deeper into the lake, having to kick your legs to keep you afloat, and you waved at him. He swallowed, as he pictured your naked form- having only gotten a glance of it before you disappeared into the water. His cock throbbed in the confines of his jeans. 

Fuck it

He thought to himself, as he moved to shed his own clothes. You had turned around, swimming small laps in circles, dipping your head underwater to refresh yourself, feeling the inner temperature of your body cooling off. You didn’t notice him taking his clothes off- you somehow didn’t hear him over your splashing as he quietly swam towards you. 

So when his arm came around your waist, turning you and pulling you against him, you shrieked at first. Only to gasp as your breasts came pressed against his chest, the feeling of his coarse hair stimulating your nipples that had become hard from the cold of the water. He barely gave you a chance to catch up to what was happening as his lips crashed down onto yours, making you moan as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You relaxed your legs from kicking, able to rely on Logan who’s already so freakishly tall, was still standing as the water lapped at his shoulders. You marveled at the feeling of his muscled body against yours, his strong arms wrapped around you, god you spent forever imaging him like this.

He nipped at your lips, moving down into your jaw, sucking and biting at the skin there, while his hands ran up and down over your body. One hand pressed to your lower back, the other ran up your thigh, warming your skin that had grown cold from the water temperature, he pressed the hand under your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his hips- which you eagerly obliged. He groaned,

“You’re gonna be the death of me, bub-” He muttered as he pressed kisses down your neck, “Being a fucking tease like that. You were planning this the entire time weren’t you?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, not responding to his question, as his beard delightfully scratched at the skin of your collarbone. You brought your hands up into his hair, running it through the wet strands and scratching at his scalp gently- making him moan in response. You tipped your head back and raised your hips, softly grinding against his lower abdomen, really also urging him to put his lips on your chest. His mouth sucked and licked the skin of your breast, his hand coming up to fondle and squeeze the nipple of the other, as he twirled his tongue over one, making you moan- a warm, syrupy honey feeling sat in the bottom of your stomach- but it wasn’t enough. 

“Logan-” You whined, your hands tightening through his hair. 

“I know, I got you baby.” He murmured against your skin, right over the place where your heart is located. Adjusting the both of you, he brought his lips back to yours, pressing a few small pecks against them, as he ran his throbbing member between your folds, making you gasp at the sheer size of him. 

“Fuck, you’re big.” You whimpered into his lips, shutting your eyes tight, you could feel him smile against your cheek. 

“You can take it.” He purred soothingly into your ear.

The resistance of the water against your bodies forced you both to be slow. As fast as Logan wanted to fuck into you, he was forced to take his time, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, using his other hand to lead his tip into your entrance. The water provided a natural lubricant for you, although you wouldn’t have needed it, even before now, Logan just had this amazing ability to soak your panties through, unlike anyone else. 

You felt him enter, and gasped, practically a squeal as he pushed into you- music to his ears.

“That’s right-” He moaned. “Make all the pretty sounds you want gorgeous, I got you.” as he pushed deeper inside you, a small thrust of his hips, and he was down to the hilt inside you. Your cunt was tight around him, almost molding around his length, making him grunt as he had to take a moment to not bust inside you right then.

“Oh god-” You gasped, pressed your forehead against his. His nose bumping clumsily against yours, as you felt his own breath began to pick up. His hands moved down to your hips, he dug his fingers into your plush skin, attempting to get as much leverage as he could, before he lifted you up in the water,

It felt like slow motion, the way the lake pushed at you both, as if it was reminding you to slow down, and savor the moment between you. His hands pushed down on your hips, his movements fighting at the water, as he brought you back down onto him again. He continued those movements, angling his hips forward under the water, digging his feet into the sandy ground he stood on. Once he found a steady pace, an angle that sent you squealing, wrapping your thighs tight against his hips, your hands digging almost painfully into your scalp, he kept going. 

“Been wanting to do this for fucking ever baby-” He grunted. 

“Lo-” You whimpered. Every thrust hit that sweet spot inside of you. He glided easily in and out, his hips bouncing against yours, but you wanted him deeper. You spread your legs- your thighs open farther, the water allowing you to easily loosen your limbs and float, his grip on you keeping you close. You gripped onto his shoulders, tipping your head back. Your upper half of your body came out of the water with each thrust, and Logan watched- hypnotized by how your wet tits bounced, and he felt heat pooling inside him. You were so fucking perfect. Everything about you, your face, your lips, your tits and ass. Your personality, your heart. “Lo please-!” You gasped.

“Fuck-” He grunted, bringing a hand to your throbbing clit, as he begin to rub tight circles against it, sending your hips squirming against his. “That’s it, take it all-” He moaned. “Feel good darling?”

You nodded desperately, finally getting that stimulation you needed, as you quickly brought your body back to him, desperate to feel him everywhere as you began to rise to your peak. “Don’t stop, please don’t-” You begged, as you placed open mouth kisses on his lips that he returned. 

“Cmon, cum for me-” He grunted. His thighs were shaking, and he was unsure he’d be able to hold out much longer. He wanted you to cum first, he needed you to cum first. He wanted to see you come undone by him, to feel your cunt pulse and squeeze him so tightly he couldn’t pull out if he tried. “Fuck, fuck, I love you-” He practically whined into your mouth. 

That was exactly what you needed, as you felt your explosive finish finally reach your peak. You screamed his name as your legs wrapped around him, and you buried your face into his neck, moaning and crying as waves of hot ecstasy ran through your body. You cupped his face with one hand.

“I love- I love you too-” You managed to gasp, looking up at him in his eyes. It filled you with a certain pride, as you watched Logan's face become undone, as he thrusted up into you, you could feel his cock throb, and his cum coating your walls inside, making you feel full, and warm. He practically whimpered, carefully pulling out, as he held onto you, his head resting against your shoulder. 

“Fuck, sorry.” He muttered,

“It’s alright, I really don’t mind.” You hum amused. You would have told him to finish inside anyway. 

He sighed, looking up at you. His eyes were filled with adoration as he looked over your face. You smiled, cupping his jaw, leaning forward to give him a sweet kiss, that he happily returned. 

“Feel better?” He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. You rolled your eyes.”You got out, got some air, stretched your legs.”

“Shut up!” You playfully hit his shoulder, pretending to pull away from him, but he didn’t let you go, pulling you back into his arms as he wrapped them around you protectively. 

“Uh uh, you ain’t going anywhere bub.” He purred. “Now that I got you, I ain’t letting you go.”

“It’s about time…” You smiled, muttering against his lips, but he only smiled. You were wrong, Logan did end up making the first move. Turns out, you just needed to keep being a pain in his ass. 

[zwolfgames]

The Shadow Cursed Lands.

Aight, here we are again. Everyone's favourite act, act 2, starts now.

Warnings: Technically kidnapping, Karlach cries :(

Other parts: Prev Part , Next Part , The List

(3rd person POV)

"This place stinks!"

Karlach complains as your little band of misfits walk through the path leading into the Shadow Cursed lands.

"Well, yes, everything here is rotting." Gale adds matter-of-factly, even jots a finger up as if pointing it out. Astarion quickly takes said finger to push Gale's hand back down to communicate that he's being embarrassing.

"It is a curse laid upon this land long ago; it saps up all of the living energy of this land." Halsin sighs sadly.

"Of course it's a curse; it's in the name, Shadow cursed lands." Astarion scoffs.

"None of you understand the beauty of this place; my lady Shar has made it her own." Shadowheart sighs in contentment.

You all but wish to groan. Ever since you'd stepped foot on this cursed soil, Wyll has been clinging to one of your arms while Lea'zel has practically attached to your side, if not for the two centimetres she's left to just not touch.

You've almost fallen over both of their legs...

"Is Y/N still breathing?" Halsin calls out from the front; he's been slowly pushed up front to get you away from him. Your companions seem to have agreed that aside from the tadpole issue, the druid is common enemy number one. After that stunt he pulled at the Crèche and all...

"No, they're dead." Astarion scoffs.

You make a dramatic dead face, making Karlach chuckle slightly.

"What?" Halsin asks in concern, trying to look backwards.

"They're fine." Wyll answers.

Halsin huffs with a curt nod, continuing to lead the group.

"So what do you reckon lives here?" You ask, trying not to shudder at the shadows grazing your back.

"Cursed shadows and vitality-drained past civilians, I'd imagine," Gale answers with a nod.

"Shadowheart, your deity has chosen quite an atrocious place to call her own." Lae'zel mocks.

Shadowheart fumes in silence, knowing it's not worth it to fight the Gith on this at the moment, especially since shadows are coming closer due to the lack of moon lanterns your group has.

"Everyone, quiet down. We should be finding the goblins here soon; they should believe we're part of them." Gale speaks.

"Who made you boss?" Astarion raises a brow.

"I am not acting as the boss; I am merely-" Gale starts before getting shushed by Halsin as the large man approaches the goblins.

"Fellow true souls... We have received a mission here in the shadow-cursed lands... you are to be our... escorts?" Halsin tries. Astarion rolls his eyes at the bad acting, knowing he could have done better.

The goblins raise their gnarly brows too. Maybe the random note you had all found in the goblin camp wasn't very accurate anymore... oh well-

Wyll seems to get a really good idea and pulls out some ugly lyre he must have gotten somewhere – oh wait, the Spider lyre... right... something something on that note about a guide.

"We've brought the Lyre..." Wyll interrupts. Showing the instrument.

"You play?" You ask in a whisper. Wyll stiffens up slightly, realising he doesn't... actually... no one does...

"Give me that." Gale scoffs, using some sort of spell to get it going into a song.

The lyre plays a soft yet eerie tune. Filling the dark lands with sounds it hadn't heard for a while.

Slowly, a bug-like clattering noise came closer. Big exoskeletal legs, by the sound of it. Honestly, you should have expected so. Spider lyre... It's going to be a spider....

"Who have we here? Followers of my lady?"

This strange drider speaks. His white hair flowing slightly in the almost nonexistent wind.

"Followers of the Absolute. They have a thing to do in Moonrise Towers." One of the goblins nods.

"I see... I am Kar'niss, your guide. You'd do best to stay close and not stray from my ladies' guidance." Kar'niss, or the drider, warns. Clutching his strange lantern tightly.

That is before he starts clattering away. Expecting you all to follow.

Lea'zel had already taken your arm tightly, on guard around both the goblins and the drider.

"You have quite a young follower with you." Kar'niss speaks to the two goblins walking closest by him.

The goblins turn to eye you for a moment before nodding along.

Lae'zel tightened her hold on you, almost afraid that the drider would take you from them.

She wasn't that wrong, however, as Kar'niss swiftly scooped you up for observation. And this being was damn tall due to his arachnid appendages. Almost like a centaur, just creepier.

You pale quickly as he looks you over from head to toe.

"I haven't seen a young one in quite some time... My lady would surely like to see you." Kar'niss states eerily. His eight beady black eyes flickering over your scared visage.

"Give them back." Lae'zel demands hastily, her teeth almost bared in honest rage at you being taken out of the group's reach.

"You do not demand of the guide!" One of the goblins yells back at your Gith friend.

Lae'zel then promptly bashes the goblin in with her greatsword.

The group stops moving as everyone tries to guess who is aggressive towards whom.

The hesitant glances only take a moment before a fight breaks loose. About half of your companions immediately try to jump Kar'niss to get you out of his chitin-covered hands.

The drider scowls in disdain as he dodges a spell or two, scurrying away with you firmly planted in his arms. A disadvantage for him since it keeps him from using his sword.

You yell to be let go to no avail; he's taken a fascination and will take you to the absolute.

"Get back here!" You hear Wyll yell angrily as he sprints after the both of you. As a folk hero, he does run quite quickly. Perhaps Lae'zel could beat him if she wasn't preoccupied with slaying the leftover goblins out of rage.

You yelp in surprise when Kar'niss starts scaling the wall like a true spider. Making your body weight lean onto his chest due to the change in gravitational direction.

The stone brick tower you're being taken up on... is this Moonrise Towers – oh fuck!

Your companions had to give up their chase when Kar'niss got too far since they were now left without the protection of the moon lantern.

---

"And who might this be?"

A foreign voice speaks with great intensity as you're presented by the drider.

"I have found a little one in our ranks." Kar'iss explains. You'd been recently immobilised by spider threads. Sticky and restraining against your skin.

"And this is of note... why?" The old man before you asks. A dog made of solely bones lay by his side. The grey-bearded man wears quite the imposing armour, glinting in the sinister light of Moonrise Towers.

"I had presumed since you miss your daughter so... you'd appreciate a new young one." Kar'niss speaks.

You're flabbergasted. The old man is flabbergasted. You're somehow both just as perplexed at such a suggestion.

Your head suddenly pangs with a painful twist. A voice speaking to you telepathically.

'Child, do not trust Ketheric Thorm... Do you hear me?'

The voice booms in your head. It's quickly silenced as this supposed Ketheric sets a gauntlet-covered hand upon your head.

He seems to have noticed your mind's intruder.

"Do you serve the absolute, child?" Ketheric asks in a stern manner, the gem of his headpiece sparkling slightly.

"Uh.. yessir. With my life, body and soul." You declare in what leftover confidence you can muster up.

You realised you'd need to keep up the act of a mindwashed subject before you got killed out of suspicion.

"Come." Ketheric demands of you, his deep voice shivering down your spine as if audibly bass-induced.

Your mind debates on whether or not to do as he says... Do the followers of the absolute still have a shred of free will? You don't recall the answer, so obedience it is.

You now stand before this intimidating-looking man. The unfamiliar voice in your head silenced sheerly through his imposing aura.

The man grasps your jaw in his armoured hand. The cold metal practically sears into your skin. Causing a mild flinch. You hope it isn't that noticeable. Wouldn't want your act to drop.

Ketheric finishes his observations of you. Moving his hand in a fluid motion from your jaw to the side of your face, tucking a strand of your messed-up hair behind your ear in a slightly soft manner.

"Bring them to our paladin. She will keep her eyes on them and ensure proper training." Kethric decides in a grave tone. Letting Kar'niss take hold of your upper arm to drag you down into the tower, via the actual stairs this time.

Paladin...? What are they going to do? Teach you sword fighting? Aren't you a little too... magical for that?

A dull thud in the back of your head springs to life again. It's been getting worse ever since you got taken from the party...

Kar'niss drops you off at a familiar-looking drow woman, who is currently sharpening her greatsword on a grimy grindstone.

"You!" The woman gasps as if you personally disgraced the ground she walked upon. You recognise her now... The woman on the beach who had intended to kill you while you lay there vulnerable.

"Maybe..." You murmur awkwardly. Her hair still reminded you of your mother, though the comparison was making you increasingly uncomfortable considering she was part of this cult.

The drow goes over the details with Kar'niss briefly before almost hoisting you up by the arm.

"Barely any muscle to you. And Ketheric wants you trained? Pathetic welp." The woman snarls.

You recalled the drider had called her Minthara, so that was what you decided her name was.

She went on to grumble about being saddled up with burdens, one after another, as she dragged you towards a training area.

You were unceremoniously handed a sword. The cold grip of it feeling heavy against your skin. Being used to staffs and smaller daggers... this was a mile out of your comfort zone.

To your complete surprise, Minthara came running up towards you with a sword of her own. Slashing down at you without a shred of mercy behind her ruby eyes.

You let out a startled grunt as you block the attack just in time. Your arms immeadiatly bursting with warmth from the unfamiliar excersize, straining your muscles greatly.

"Lazy sorcerers. Can't even hold a sword." The drow snarls as she thuds the blunt side of her swords' handle into your abdomen. Making you buckle down and heave for breath. The attack rendering you breathless and in pain.

By the gods... where was the party when you needed them?

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"What do you mean, we can't go to Moonrise towers alone?" Gale snaps at the leader of the Harpers.

After your sudden abduction, they had ran around the Shadow-cursed lands in desperate search for you. Hoping dearly that wherever you were was safe.

Everyone was a bundle of nerves, ready to explode.

No one even dared to look at Halsin or he'd just go bezerk.

Jaheira was telling them of plans to infiltrate Moonrise towers, and that the party could under no circumstances go in alone and disrupt the Harpers' careful planning.

"If this child you speak of really got taken by a cultist, then they will be there. Alive or not." The female druid repeats once more. That little 'not' unsettled everyone greatly.

"When- When are you doing this attack?" Wyll pipes up, trying to stay calm and focused, as a folk hero should.

"In two days, we will strike from the bridge. You are all free to fight alongside us... or don't. Perhaps you plan to take advantage of the chaos of the battle to find this child?" Jaheira questions, obviously having better things to do than search for a child that isn't hers.

Lae'zel was bordering on furious, having to choose between wanting to be mad that the Harpers would assume they'd dishonour the art of war or being angry that they couldn't go get you sooner.

Off in the corner, Shadowheart was busy trying to get Karlach to stop crying. Whether the burning thiefling did so to try and score pity points or because of genuine emotion... nobody knew.

It's not like the tears could roll down her cheeks, as they evaporated rapidly.

"Fine, fine. We'll find Y/N during the attack." Gale almost spits. Honestly, he was scared out of his mind right now, imagining you dead on the floor of some cold dungeon cell.

Lae'zel attempted to snarl in protest, which Astarion hesitantly stopped, earning him a hateful glare from the Gith.

"I just hope they're safe..." Karlach sniffles, wiping a burning tissue over her red cheeks.

"Let's just aim for alive..." Shadowheart cringes. Not wanting to imagine the torture you're in.

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"I said high swing, not mediocre lopsided goblin swing!" Minthara screams at you, you're currently seeing spots, as you've been relentlessly sword training for the past two days.

The low amount of sleeping hours you're permitted, along with the meager diet and bad overall vibe of Moonrise towers, has been bringing you into great fatigue.

The drow woman did not seem to notice, though you've heard drow are often raised on harsh training like this...

Your knee almost gives out as she barks at the goblins on the side to stop yelling about being used to insult your technique.

"Again, Y/N. Now or no dinner." Minthara barks. You almost groan in exhaustion, you really needed dinner...

To your absolute delight, the alarm sounded, the tower was under attack, you presume. Maybe your party finally came for you... You almost gave up hope.

Before you can slink away into the crowds of fighting goblins to try and spot Halsin's height or Lae'zels' war cries, you're grabbed by your trainer.

Minthara quickly shuffles you away with her to what you presume is a safe room. Under the instruction of Ketheric, no doubt...

There went your chance of saving. The woman covered your mouth with a rag to shut you up in case you called out for help, standing guard at the door.

Goodbye hope....

Yayyy! A chapter (kinda).

Not as long as I wanted it, but I figured doing all of Act 2 in one chapter was a bit too much; there's still a whole bunch after Y/N's rescue. Don't say hi to Act 3 just yet.

Will make a post to bundle all the links regarding this series together because I'm getting lost myself. Also, holy space being I have 170 followers on here? Like, hi everyone? What the heck. Thank you <33

The exam period starts now, so I'll see what I can post. Sad ;(

From an overworked interior architect to you all, do not study architecture-related things; it's actually hell.

BTW is Grammarly bad as a grammar checker?

Until the next one :3

[enderfeather]

Vey old WoF hybrid OC's from like 2023--

I think I was doing the hybrid challenge by Dragon Sheep

also there are minor spelling corrections in some of the descriptions for these charecters

characters under cut bc there's many

Raindrop

Light Freeze

Mystie + Nimble

Infrared

Stink bug and Assassin (wow, much spelling on the actual drawing ://)

(okay, i know that Hivewings are technically already hybrids but idrc)

Camo (unfinished)

Nessie (unfinshed)

Skyfly + Skant

no fancy description bc this one was later in the year

[deadwardynamic]

As promised, here's Barrel's backstory that I wrote for funsies

it's not super long but uhh enjoy

Isaac Barrel was ten years old when the drought started. His school went into lockdown when the first riot happened. They’d shut off the water about a month before, and when it never came back on, people went crazy. The schools stayed open for only five more years; until they couldn’t guarantee the students’ safety. He was fifteen when he “graduated.”

His childhood was nothing to be proud of. He torched bugs with magnifying glasses, pushed kids off the playground, beat people up if they looked at him wrong, and caught and sometimes killed small animals. His parents did absolutely nothing to teach him about empathy or right and wrong, but his father would occasionally beat some sense into him if he did something really bad. His family was too poor for therapy.

He joined the military at eighteen as a means of education, as an escape from absent parents and a lack of friends, and for the promise of clean water and money. He was never really into girls, but he didn’t know he was gay until he met a boy by the name of Harry in the army; buzz-cut, malnourished, and hot-headed. Everyone called him Hot Blades, and the two of them were like Coke and Mentos; a bit destructive, and they probably made each other worse, but it was a fantastic high. He was Isaac’s first partner, first kiss, everything.

They were together for a little more than four years. Harry became more and more distant and disinterested as the time went on, but Isaac just got more attached. Until he met Becky, whom it was devastatingly obvious Harry had been screwing for at least a few months.

“Isaac, listen, this was hot and all, but… you’re more like… a fling. This is my girl, y’know?”

There were signs that Isaac was bipolar and a little bit insane (a little bit? Are we sure?) throughout his childhood, but he was never officially diagnosed. People avoided him like the plague during his manic episodes, and no one bothered to check in during the depressive states. But now it felt as though everything was amplified ten-fold. Hell broke loose, and Isaac hardly even remembered trying to kill Harry, or being dishonorably discharged, or being given the option to join the police force as a last resort and work under the order of some Caldwell B. Cladwell guy at Urine Good Company. He was meant to enforce the new coming Water Preservation and Public Health and Safety acts, but the methods of enforcement were a little… extreme. Not that he was complaining, though. Technically, being dishonorably discharged, he shouldn’t be able to work as a cop… but these are the stink years, and criminal records are hardly relevant anymore.

He was twenty-three when he met Officer Lockstock. Theodore Lockstock. Thirty years old, over a head taller than Isaac, curly blond and blue eyed, and smoking hot. The two were assigned each other as partners, and for the first few months of working together, Isaac wanted nothing more than to fu— uh… I mean… get to know the guy. He didn’t expect to really, actually fall in love with him. And I mean love. But that’s what happened as time went on. They became close. Theodore didn’t seem to mind Isaac’s violent tendencies, or how he had this sadistic look on his face when they sent people off the top of UGC’s headquarters. Isaac didn’t mind Theodore’s constant narration or talking to himself, or the deja-vu so intense it’d freak the guy out. They’d see the worst of each other and still stick around; it wasn't something Isaac was familiar with, but he never wanted it to end. He'd be a cop the rest of his life if it meant he got to spend that time with Theodore Lockstock.

guys how do you end a backstory someone stop me before i rewrite the entirety of urinetown from barrel's perspective LMAO

[punsmaster69]

14/JAN/20XX

"MK, dude. You're gonna kill him."

frisk picked up their kickball that's narrowly missed me enough times to make me reconsider my seating.

"Sorry, Sans."

"Should we move this somewhere else?"

"Your back yard has more space, right?"

"Yeah. Race you there!"

"On the count of three."

"You can count!"

frisk inhaled...

"Okaythreetwoonego-"

darting instantly around the back of the house.

"Wai- Frisk, that's not fair!!"

clearly caught of guard, monster kid gave chase.

"......."

"You're just gonna watch them leave?"

"i'll get up in a sec."

"Gee, some kind of babysitter you are."

"like i said, i'll get up in a sec."

"besides, this isn't technically babysitting."

"How is it not?"

"not my job."

"Didn't Toriel put you up to this or something?"

"nope."

"Why are you even here?!"

"bored."

"Don't you have anyone else to bug?"

"nope."

"Papyrus?"

"working with asgore. doin' ambassador stuff."

"Alphys?"

"on a date with undyne."

"Grillby?"

"bothered him enough yesterday."

"You could go work for once. Pay him back."

an unusual amount of exhaustion slows my every movement today. not the lazy slow i've typically got; slow like sludge.

i blame it on the dog that wouldn't stop rifling through everything in my room. normally i'd kick it out, but then it'd go bug papyrus. knowing ahead of time he'd be busy today, i'd let it annoy me for the night.

"i'm bored, but i'm not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 bored."

"Lazy ass."

"the rest of me's lazy too, y'know."

grabbed his pot and carried it with me to the back porch with me. i was met with a frankly surprising lack of complaints, his scowl being the extent of it.

he ignored my reply.

"Fine. Not Grillby, not Papyrus, not Alphys..."

"Don't you hang out with Napstablook sometimes?"

"yeah."

"Why not them?"

"they're with mtt. calling mew, i think."

"...How's she doing?"

"𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 wondering how someone's doing?"

"feelin' alright, bud?"

"Shut up. I'm only asking because she's tolerable compared to a lot of you."

"I relate to her constant rage, on some level."

"last i heard, the idol stuff was going well."

"Getting paid to do nothing but look good..."

"I'd say it sounds like easy cash, but I know 𝘆𝗼𝘂 couldn't do it."

"i do plenty of nothing."

"The looking good part."

"you'd be surprised at how low standards are these days."

"Yours specifically?"

"That's no shock. Your jacket's got a stain on it RIGHT there."

"eh."

"When's the last time you washed that thing?"

"at least sometime last month."

"Eugh!"

"I'm surprised you don't smell like anything worse than ketchup."

"my lack of body with which to produce odor contributes to that."

"......."

"you totally stink though."

"I don't have a body either, idiot!"

"got the odor though."

"I don't sm- HEY!!!"

the kickball slammed against the railing flowey was on, giving him a good shake.

"WATCH IT!"

"Frisk, dude. You're gonna kill him."

mocking tonality, soon broken with giggling.

frisk punched them in the shoulder before running back in the yard to receive the kick from monster kid.

"Both of them need to get better."

"at playing?"

"Whatever game that is."

"why don't you go play with 'em?"

the incredulous look he gave me was expected.

"Because I don't have limbs??"

"so you'd play if you could."

"No! It looks boring."

"yet you watch them play."

"Watching is different!"

"watching is looks."

"and you said it looks boring."

"Shut it, herd."

"nope."

knowing full well that i was letting myself be lulled by the sun and gentle breeze into a nap, right there in tori's porch chair.

[inevitablehorror]

♱ Laughing Jack headcanons ♱

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Warning for gore, since he is a murderer.

His birthday is December 25, 1829, making him 193 years old. He dosen't physically age, but he can shapshift and appear however he wants.

Can technically "eat" anything, but does not have a digestive system. Anything he eats stays inside him until he removes it himself.

Because of the amount of rotting food and humans inside he body, he stinks. His smell consists of decaying bodies, mold, and candy. The candy smell is extremely heavy, and causes headaches due to how strong it is.

Only enjoys and listens to classical music. Loves Beethoven, Mozart, and Debussy. Adding on to that, he can play the piano, violin, harp, and cello. He learns very quickly whenever he wishes to.

Every animal hates him. Any dog near him barks like crazy, which is what lead Jack to hate them so much. He has ate multiple animals before simply because he wanted to, but since he has no digestive system or really any organs the animal dies from starvation or dehydration.

Considering he was originally made for children, no he does not have a dick. Never has felt lust either, if he ever did do anything sexual it would be purely for his own fun, but he would get bored of it quickly. His entire body is a soft, plush kind.

Even though every animal hates him, he loves bats and spiders. Enjoys the whole 'vampire bat' genre is general. Speaking of vampires, he would lay down in a coffin a lot. Dosen't sleep in them because he dosen't need to, but loves to lay in them.

The only way to fully nurse him back to health is to go back inside his box. He can go in his box anytime he wants, yet can only get out if somebody else gets him out, which he trusts nobody to do so he stays out of his box. He isn't stupid and knows his limit, so its not life he faces life or death situations where he would have to go in his box. Any injury he gets he stitches up.

Speaking of stitches, he has experience when it comes to making dolls and fixing them up. He has a collection of dolls he personally made. All the dolls he does make look disgusting, bugs inside of them and limbs falling off. If he wanted to he could make a good looking doll, he just dosen't want to.

That's all the headcanons i have for him now, feel free to request for any creepypasta character.

[tonguetyd]

☕ Pioneer record by a band called The Maine

LETS FUCKING GO! GET READY TO GET INFODUMPED BABY!

Pioneer is the third studio album by a band called The Maine and it shOULD NOT EXIST!!

So in late 2009 TM got signed to Big Huge Record Company Warner Music. Yeah. The bugs bunny guys. Warner. THAT Warner. Because Warner saw them as five guys they could market and get some money from the neon/emo scene that admittedly was kinda fading and moving towards more of the indie vibe you associate with the early 2010s.

So while on that label they recorded Black and White which while it HAS GOOD SONGS. JUSTICE FOR B&W! is…definitely not people’s favorite. Because they lost…almost all creative control during that record. Everything was a cowrite with people they had never met and it was a clusterfuck because nobody *got* who TM was and it was clear on the record.

And TM, being the humans they are, said this isn’t genuine it’s not us and we DONT want to do this again!

…so they said fuck you warner, moved all of their gear from Arizona to Texas, hid out (LITERALLY! HID! IN SECRET!) from *EVERYONE* and recorded like. Fucking…idk 30 songs? In SECRET!!! Without anyone knowing!!

And so they went to the label and were like “hey we’ve made this, and we think it fucking rocks” BECAUSE! IT! DOES! I will come back to this. But the record company was like “…we can’t sell this shit.” And we’re going to force them back into this box of control. And they. FOUGHT. Over it. They were gonna put it out under a different name at one point I think.

Finally they put up such a stink and wrote a fucking SCATHING letter to the directors of the label and were like “either you let us out of our contract or we break up and you lose even more money” and they were like. …fine.

And so The Maine were free with this DOPE ASS record and went well. Okay then. We’ll do it ourselves. We have the fanbase for it. Here you go

And that is how *THE MAINE*’s label 8123 was born! And that’s where 8123 comes from and it really the first time that there was a real community around this band. It was no longer fans and band. With Pioneer it became *us*.

And that’s what the entire record is about. It’s about struggle and not knowing your place and being told no and saying it doesn’t matter. Saying that I’ve got people behind me and if we just keep acting like we did when we were young then we’re at home.

“If we’re lost. At least it’s together.”

Which is a line that is TECHNICALLY not on this album (it’s on a b-side reimagine of one of the album tracks but!). And it’s a line I have said COUNTLESS times in tags especially in the last couple of years because that is what the years have BEEN like. None of us have any idea what the FUCK is going on lately. And all we fucking have is each other.

We are lost. We are submerged. We are drifting.

But we are together.

And that is the point of it all and while not explicitly the main point of Pioneer specifically it is absolutely the point of The Maine. And it’s where THAT thesis of the band really started to take hold.

Because it was a secret! It was an act of rebellion! It shouldn’t exist! But it does and it’s because *ALL OF US* have made it exist. It was fought for and supported and loved.

We bought the last plane ticket to the end of the world. And this record was what awaited us. And it opened the door for everything TM has done and became since then. And is so important to MY life because it is what solidified “no. I’m in this shit for life” with TM.

It is the record that gave me something to believe in. It still gives me something to believe in fuckin…13? Years later.

I’m still running with those wolves and we’re all howling at the moon.

Awooooooo

[thesnowciphercomedyhour]

Rank metal gear characters in order of who you want to rail(penilely) against a wall most to least 🔫🔫🔫

oh! finally an intelligent question. thanks anon. I have for you here a non-comprehensive list:

Strangelove (I hang onto hope that she's bi)

Big Boss (PW, the height of his charisma and crouch walking)

EVA (MGS3 (have you seen her???))

Meryl (MGS4)

Raiden (Revengeance body, with an ass to surpass Metal Gear)

Raiden (MGS4 body, technically different robussy)

Mei Ling (MGS4 (have you seen her ass? Johnny has!))

Solid Snake (MGS2, his prime unless you're asking Liquid)

Sniper Wolf

Quiet (she'd be higher, but she is covered in bugs)

Olga Gurlukovich

Jetstream Sam

Amanda

Revolver Ocelot (MGSV)

Laughing Octopus

The entire rest of the B&B Unit

Kazuhira Miller (PW)

Naomi (MGS4)

Para-Medic

Courtney (MGR)

Rosemary (MGS4)

Otacon (MGS4)

Cécile

Roy Campbell (Portable Ops)

Gene (Portable Ops)

Decoy Octopus (technically he could rank number 1)

Any given FROG soldier

Mistral

Natasha Romanenko

Kevin (MGR)

The Medic (GZ)

Drebin

Ed (MGS4)

Johnathan (MGS4)

Pequod

Morpho

Gray Fox (MGS1 (he might go cyberpsycho and snap my dick off))

Liquid Snake (MGS1 (he's so much lower in rank than Solid Snake because he'd probably have a complex about being railed))

Fortune

The Boss (Strangelove likes her, but she is like a mom to me)

Emma Emmerich (she is like a sister to me)

Raidenovitch

Vamp (MGS2)

Solidus Snake

Monsoon

Vulcan Raven

N'mani (MGR)

Major Zero (MGS3)

Senator Armstrong

Peter Stillman

Boris (MGR)

Donald Anderson

Sokolov

Doktor (MGR)

Sundowner

President Johnson

Granin

Lyndon B. Johnson (no really)

Nikita Khrushchev (no really)

Coldman

The Sorrow (idk how this one would work. he's probably cold and intangible)

Volgin (Ocelot fears that he'd zap you just by proximity, and I believe him)

/// Psycho Mantis (MGS1) would go here if he didn't hate sex

Fatman (I cannot take his voice seriously)

Metal Gear RAY

Metal Gear REX

Chrysalis AI Weapon

The Shagohod

"Metal Gear" Excelsus

Metal Gear ZEKE

Peace Walker AI Weapon (it's like a mom to me)

Sahelanthropus (I cannot take its voice seriously)

Arsenal Gear (MGS4)

Johnny (MGS4. he stinks)

The End (he is old and might explode)

Code Talker (he is old and covered in bugs)

The Fear (he might poison me and he might explode)

The Fury (his skin is just unpleasant. and he might explode)

The Pain (his skin is just unpleasant. and covered in bees. and might explode)

The Man on Fire (self explanatory)

Huey Emmerich

[teddypoi-qd]

{ID: a series of conversations between OP and 'Murphy'.

1: Murphy: spoon full of nutella counts as lunch right? OP: murphy that will kill you Murphy: im only allergic to like 4 things in it OP: exhibit a

2: Murphy: technically speaking can i put a safety pin in a piercing? [eight minutes later] i can

3: Murphy: i want mac and cheese but im allergic to life OP: eat the mac and cheese

4: Murphy: what happens if i microwave an uncooked egg still in its shell? OP: idk find out Murphy: kk [two minutes later] {all caps} It Explodes

5: Murphy: bleach cant like hurt my skin right?

6: Murphy: if its any consolation i know why stink bugs are called stink bugs now

7: Murphy: how much chocolate before it makes me sick challenge Op: you....yo..your e....alerg.ic.. Murphy: and?

8: Murphy: what happens if i microwave grapes? [six hours later] {all caps} They Explode

END ID}

[pughat]

More Venustas fun facts/lore because I'm bored (might write something later) TW warning for some angst and depression stuff

- They are very strong for their size. Their body was designed with frontline fighting in mind and, as a result, is packed full of hydraulic power while the overall body is stout enough to keep their balance while fighting. He wouldn't be able to fully overpower a larger unit, and it definitely doesn't make him the strongest unit of his size, but it's more than what a regular unit has!

- His head can technically detach! They don't have anything fancy like Icarus and some other TVs have, it's just a sentient detached head that cant move on its own, but it is an ability that they have. Since he never does it purposefully, it only happens when a specific failsafe in his neck is activated by too much stress/pressure being placed on it, and it can just.. pop off. Like popping the head off a dandelion. There's no pain or discomfort, but it can cause some distress to non-TV units who aren't used to heads doing that. They once got their scarf caught in an elevator door while rushing to do something, and all of the other units inside said elevator spent the next several minutes panicking because Vens head came off. It was a whole ordeal.

- Hes had his screen broken before. Just before he was cured, a Speakerman got a knife through their screen. It was fixed by the time Venustas was conscious enough to be aware of anything, but the implosion from it is what caused his screens vertical collapse (the white line). It could be fixed, but it would be a long and invasive procedure that, since Ven isn't a combatant, would likely only ever be cosmetic. Plus, it doesn't bother Ven any!

- Venustas has chronic pains in his hand/fingers. It's a common complaint amongst previously infected units who had been cured, since the stretching and squishing of the hands/fingers fucks shit up. That is the offical medical term (it is not). This issue is often exasperated by the fact that Ven isn't very good at taking care of himself and often forgets to oil their joints to help mitigate the pain.

- I just stepped on a stink bug. Somehow it survived just fine. Hello. Why are you on my floor?

- For a good few weeks after their infection, he didn't have a very good time at all. He'd sort of given up on trying to get better and continue on, just wallowing and waiting for whatever was next. Fortunately, through a mix of both time passing and Icarus's incessant bugging, Ven dragged themselves out of that rut and is much more lively, even if they still seem a bit melancholic at times.

- If he had the ability to, he'd be the type of person to gently bite someone to show his affection.

[ropes3amthoughts]

⚠️ Cw: Animal Death, Blood⚠️

582 words

Bug Jury:

You are the bug jury, judge, and executioner. When you see a bug in your house, you use bug spray, a shoe, or whatever it takes to get rid of it. Bugs are gross and this is your house. You have the right to kill them.

Silverfish are gross. They crawl around in your bathroom, they weasel through the cracks in the floor tiles, they get their gross little germs everywhere. What if they crawled into your hair when you’re asleep and laid a bunch of eggs, and when the eggs hatched, the little babies crawled into your ears and ate your brain? You can’t have any of that happen. It’s only right to kill them.

Stink bugs absolutely can’t be in your house. As the name says, they stink! You don’t want that. Can you imagine if your house started to smell bad because of a bug? They deserve to die.

Flies are annoying and gross. They make an obnoxious buzzing sound and they try to eat your food. They’re absolutely disgusting, but worst of all, they’re bugs. For that crime, they need to die.

Spiders aren’t technically bugs, but they sure look like them. They’re basically bugs, and you don’t want bugs in your house, do you? Killing them is the only solution.

When there’s a mouse in your garage, you need to kill it too. A mouse isn’t a bug at all, but you don’t want it in your house either, so it might as well be. You can’t just leave bugs running around in your garage! You need to kill it.

If a snake is in your backyard, you can’t tolerate that either. Your backyard is outside, but it’s part of your property, your house. A snake looks an awful lot like a bug in this lighting, you know. A bug in your house is unacceptable. Kill it.

If there’s a deer in the road, you can’t just stop, you could get into an accident. Besides, you don’t want them on the road, your road. A deer can look like a bug, especially with how dark out it is. When you hit them and leave them to die, they really deserve it, they need to be taught a lesson. What right do those bugs have, being on your road? You think you should kill them, so killing them is the right thing to do.

You know, from up here, people sure look like bugs too. If you killed them then, it would be right. For the crime of being a bug, don’t they deserve it? Isn’t this something that needs to happen? Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re the bug jury, you call the shots. You say those bugs need to die, so die they will.

You’re a hero! (There’s blood on the floors, the walls, your hands…You’ll clean the blood later.) You saved your house from all these bugs! (The corpses pile up. What will you do with them all? Did you ever think about what you would do after? What will you do now?) You can’t be too comfortable, though, what if there are more bugs? (That’s your solution? The bugs in your house are dead. You killed them all. There’s nothing more to do. Stop going after more bugs. They didn’t do anything, please stop.) It’s alright though, because, when more bugs come, you’ll give them the justice they deserve for their crimes. (You’re hunting them down. You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them all.)

[lillianrs]

Hello Tumblr! ➶

I thought I'd make a proper introductory post since I want to start actively using my blogs more, rather than just being a lurker. Despite being on this site for YEARS I've never really interacted with other users. I wanna change that!

So, hi! My professional name is Lillian RS, but you can call me Max or Lian. I'm a queer writer who likes to write queer stories (of course). At the time of writing this, I'm currently 21. I identify as genderqueer and genderfluid, and use they/he/she pronouns. I'm a bi grayromantic graysexual, but LOVE fictional romance and sex (when it's done well). Just don't touch me IRL for the love of the gods.

My art blog @lillianrs-art

My photography blog: @lillianrs-pics

My book series / writing blog: @multimagical

My whump blog: @whumping-valentine

My YouTube channel: Lillian R.S.

This blog is my main blog, so I'll have a bunch of miscellaneous stuff on here. If you wanna hear about writing and my book series specifically, check out my Multimagical blog! If you wanna see some personal photography and all of my character art, you know which ones to follow. Below the cut are some facts about me (which may be edited in the future) 👇🏻

Name: Lillian (Lian) // Pronouns: They/He/She

Age: 22 // Birthday: November 7th

Height: 4'11 

INFP-T // Scorpio 

Genderqueer / Genderfluid

Bi Greyromantic Greysexual

Mildly disabled though still very much disabled

My favorite colors are navy blue and sea green! :D

My native language is English 🇺🇸 // I know a good amount of French (learning on pause) 🇨🇵 // Currently learning Japanese 🇯🇵 (because I'll be going to Japan with my brother!)

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Likes

Writing, Musicals, The Ocean, Pirates, Clowns and Jesters, Circus Vibes, Theater Vibes, Rain and wild weather, Language learning, Daydreaming, Music, Collecting sea shells, Traveling, Digital art, Watercolor, Cloudy days, Autumn and Halloween, Cats, Butterflies and Moths, The moon, Enemies to Lovers, Lovers TO Enemies! W H U M P !!

Tortured characters (see above), Short, frail characters with scars, glasses, freckles, red hair, dark circles, and buck teeth >>>> All of those are technically considered imperfections but God damn it I fucking LOVE imperfections then!! I'm a slut for anyone who has all of those features. Or any of them.

Dislikes 

Writing, Direct sunlight, Hot sunny days (though actually I'm coming to appreciate them recently!), My damn anxiety, My height (shortness is only good on OTHER people!!), Stink bugs, Cynical people, Cynical discourse, Drama, Cringe culture, Man I hate stink bugs.

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Favorite Media

Shows (Animated): My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, Gravity Falls, Star vs. The Forces of Evil, Invader Zim, Helluva boss, Hazbin Hotel, The Amazing Digital Circus, Tangled the Series/Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure, The Owl House, Amphibia, She-ra Netflix reboot, Bojack Horseman, Avatar the Last Airbender, The Legend of Korra

Shows (Live-Action): Squid Game, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Hannibal, The Queen's Gambit

Movies: Coraline, Nimona, Wolfwalkers, Song of the Sea, How to Train your Dragon, Tangled

Games: The Sims 4, Minecraft, Little Nightmares Franchise, Fran Bow, Little Misfortune, Sally Face, INSIDE, Out of Sight, Dredge, Slay the Princess, Vampire Survivors (HELP), How Fish is Made (specifically for the parasite musical because that changed my brain chemistry)

Youtubers: Dan and Phil, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Drew Gooden, Brandon Rogers, Nick Crowley, James Turner, Kitboga

Bands: Twenty one pilots, My Chemical Romance, Get Scared, Of Monsters and Men, The Crane Wives, Mother Mother

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[the-firebird69]

It's a couple other things people can do they can figure out with the ships up there it's going to be impossible to go after the diamonds it's very difficult in the first place and you can unjam the diamonds from behind try and pull them out the long way but if you do that you might not be able to understand you might not understand the ones on the other side and timers will just sit there and could possibly roll which isn't bad it would uncharm it but it's an idea we don't recommend using explosives but we have seen people unjammit on the inside of the tunnels and the black ship can't really reach down there the firing a beam and it takes it takes time to get there several minutes and if discharges like that people are going to want to get it out of here and if you do that from the back side it might roll and you can back out and go back and get the other ones I'm trying to get the big one out and from the inside I guess that's what we're saying

Thor Freya

He's been saying it to me for ages I can't seem to get an inside job done so they must have a lot of cloning here somewhere and we're going to find out pretty soon cuz this is misery this place stinks everybody's getting sick the kid is so tired of getting sick and he's young and this guy Tommy f is merciless he doesn't treat him like a human being and I'll tell you why this kid is a punch and he's sucking at two people now it's finally back at the idiot, and rightfully so he says and boy that guy was really going to pay it's just nothing but misery I can't stand bugs I hate this piece of s*** Tommy f I'm going to flood I can't stand s*** he is so f****** stupid I'm so f****** young and I hear him too all day long why don't you f*** off and Tommy after he gets really mad he doesn't care what is he going to do cry cuz he gets mad that's not what's happening I tell you what we need to stop this guy tell me if his immature and he's wrong

Trump

He's holding us down and I now see it he's got like a lock to a degree and it is a death grip on both sides and he's doing a lot of stuff as disgusting and he's just sitting there do you telling everybody and getting his clothes wasted and us and he doesn't seem to care

Dan

And it's a lock and it's a lack of a certain type and there's a whole bunch of blocks that he's got and we have to break him and stop talking about it no we have to know what the locks are and where they are and we have to start working on the more

Bg

I'm tired of it I can't stand it this way too many things he's holding on us he's got crap everywhere and threats everywhere on us I'm noticing what he's saying there's way too much it's over the top and his people are flipping out and they're going to town on this guy now we are and we see what he's saying he needs a lot more attention and we're going to give it to him and he's been running false flag against Mac bases and us and dragon corky into it and others and we have to go after him and make him pay for it it's time now

Mac

I'm having a meeting at the usual place for those who want to show up we'll post Tommy f oppose Tommy f

Mac Daddy

I'm there

Ben Arnold and thank you CAA you saved our ass once we do get it the guy is way too big I can't allow that to happen is technically incompetent if someone takes over Saturn it's a computer it's going to pass the next guy or if he's taking it over he's going to have to fall cuz he's just going to kill everybody we get that too but it was you who went through with it he says and I appreciate that

We're going to get down and dirty and we're going to take this guy apart we don't want to listen to him anymore and we mean Tommy f

Bobmarsh

We're behind you and we're going to go after him too I'm going to make him pay for all this garbage this little snot nose kids following us around with another dumb noises can't stand him

Wie

Jet li

We saw him this morning and he's sticking with this kid all morning I could say his profession he said go find something else to do he said no I'm torturing you said that I'm going to kill you that's all it's going to happen and if you like getting killed you're doing the right thing so Tommy have turns around and says he's saying that and his people are saying we want you out of here and to stop doing what you're doing they turn around and just have him do it and we sort of get it they're doing that on purpose but our friend says then I'm going to get them too and we saw them getting hit and we know they get hit for what they're doing and they won't stop they're like infants okay

Sandy wong

We're actually hitting you cuz you start ranting after he says it and he realizes it too he's getting you killed and he wants to no he has to you're in his way of survival and we see it and you should not be doing what you're doing you're a complete blaspheme and man you're a huge loser that's why he's calling to us but you're forcing it it's been a long time too

Bja

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[stellaanneblog]

Love this. If I may be a bit pedantic(and only for fun because I use the word bug like that too) technically nothing in this image is a bug.

In entomology, bug refers to a specific type of insect, the order of hemiptera a.k.a. "true bugs". Stuff like stink bugs and shield bugs, but not any of the insects in the image.

So the first category is honorary bugs, and the Jerboa is really an honorary honorary honorary bug.

bug classification chart

[obsessivevoidkitten]

*cracks knuckles* I literally did crack my knuckles right before I started to type this. I can literally ramble about my garden and gardening in general, you have just opened up a giant post. The thing I am most excited about this year is strawberries, very excited they are a new addition this year and I pre-ordered some red and some white ones. They spread via runners so within a year or so I will have a nice huge patch of them. Strawberries are both the cheapest and easiest berry to grow, though not technically a berry. Another new addition is peanuts! I wanted something with a long storage capability as well as something high in protein, while also not being too difficult to grow, peanuts fit the bill. I am also going to try sweet potatoes in a larger quantity this year, last year I just had one to plant that had been donated by the food pantry and I just could not produce much with it and it was also crowded with normal potatoes. I am still growing potatoes this year, I saved some potatoes from my fall harvest and they are going to be good to plant towards the later half of March. I am excited to replant my purple viking variety but I also got my hands on the all mighty kennebec. Perfect ratio of starch to make a good soup potato or a good fryer, also high yields!! I also plant to grow carrots, cosmic purple and lunar white. Radishes are going to make a return but I am adding a yellow variety instead of just de 18 jours radish. Everyone who knows me knows I will be attempting corn again, we had such a good result last year and it gave us a lot of food, I would like to triple production to donate excess to the senior center. I am growing moonshine, glass gem, and of course the ever amazing and personally endorsed damaun ks super sweet corn. I had so much success with tomatoes that I am branching into new varieties. Yellow, purple, orange, everything but red really. Going to go with some micro dwarf varieties like orange hat and patio choice yellow, the regular sized plant cherries I will be growing include yellow pear and bosque blue bumblebee, regular size slicers will be sart roloise, and kentucky beefsteak. Last year I grew many many many extra tomatoes and donated them by the bucketful to the senior center, family, and neighbors. And I was only growing a couple varieties last year. Pumpkins will be planted again, moranga, Rouge Vif D' Etampes, and of course the flat white boer pumpkin. I grew a crap ton of the white boers last year and they were a wonderful food source and the extras I gifted to people for decorations. I would like to try burdock root if possible. I have plans to grow a bibb lettuce mix, little gem lettuce, and merlot. For cabbage I am just trying one variety, a faster growing one good for early in the year so I can start gardening sooner, red acre cabbage. I failed with beets last year but now armed with more experience I hope to tackle the mammoth red mangel beet, it can literally grow to sizes larger than a toddler. If I can grow these I will be able to feed many many people beyond just me and the elderly lady I care for. Seriously though, google them, they are H U G E. I also want to grow some much smaller albino beets. For squash, other than pumpkins, I am growing yellow crookneck, candy roaster, honeynut, lemon squash, and golden zucchini. Hopefully I can fend off SQUASH VINE BORER. I would have had a lot more success with squash last year had it not been for SQUASH VINE BORER. In my gardening, I have many powerful enemies. The squash bugs that resemble stink bugs, and have the same stink power, the swarming Japanese Beetle, cucumber beetles, tomato.... horn... worms... the ceaseless devourer, but only one is my arch-nemesis and that one is SQUASH. VINE. BORER. And, my absolute favorite veggie, the sturdy and vigorous veggie that never lets me down, the cucumber. Varieties this year include poona kheera, dragon's egg, and pick-a-bushel. With this wonderful variety I shall grow many pounds of cucumbers, especially the high yielding pick-a-bushel. I hope to donate many of these. Now, for flowers, we don't have too many, but we do have a few. They are essential in attracting and supporting local pollinator populations but also in feeding birds. I am growing a few different types of sunflowers, the birds and pollinators go nuts for them. Chocolate cherry, russian mammoth, short stuff, and double sunking. If you are a novice gardener I cannot recommend sunflowers enough they can take some serious neglect and bad weather, droughts, storms, heat. They are so great, the senior center took some cut blooms for decoration and I still had enough for the birds and enough to save many seeds. I am also growing marigolds again and nasturtiums, which are also edible. I also was gifted some celosia seeds to try. For green beans I am growing two bush varieties, cantare and jade II green beans, they have excellent rust resistance which was a big issue for me last year. For onions I am only really going to try one variety and that is borettana, it grows fast and somewhat small, good for a beginner. Sadly I cannot actually grow any root vegetables in my clay soil, so all the potatoes/tubers/peanuts/carrots/radishes/beets cannot actually be cultivated here. The clay soil is hard and compacted and I dont have compost and soil to soften it up. I wanted to grow them in tubs, and I have a friend helping me get some to grow in, but I still have to raise over 100 dollars to get enough soil and mulch to fill them all. I also still have to get the cabbage, onion, some of the corn, some of the sunflower, and some of the tomato seeds. I do have two tubs filled so I can at least plant several potatoes. I am going to grow as much as possible and exhaust myself in the garden because I have a lot of people that get food from me and I cannot let them down. Anyway I hope that answers your question, may have over answered, lol. I hope you have a nice day too.