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Tia chewed on her lip for a moment, then answered seriously, “That depends on your tolerance for sadness. Most of the crystals that are on the tables here are from the last days of Atlantis, when I was trying to help people fleeing the eruption. It was not a good time,and I’m very happy that I’m not as empathic as some of the other dragons who were helping with the evacuation. The death-shock of twenty million people is bad enough it punched through even our shields, and some of my sisters and brothers died of the shock. Those of us who didn’t took some time to recover. The older crystals, the ones on the shelves, are less ...sad.”

She looked down at her fae and suddenly hugged her tight, as if she could protect her from the world by crushing her to her breast. She nuzzled Crysallin’s hair and whispered, “I don’t want anything like that to happen to you.” While she says she’s not ‘as’ empathic as other dragons, she’s still empathic enough that there’s no question what she’s feeling, and it’s more than merely protectiveness. Even seeing through the little fae’s glamour, she finds her attractive enough to want a more intimate relationship.

•“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.”

Crystallin glanced at the woman beside her curiosly. She could immediately tell that this was no ordinary being. First of all if she had been a human, she never would have seen Crystallin without a glamour. Sighted humans simply weren’t around anymore… she could also sense that whatever the woman was -because she couldn’t quite pinpoint it- was her elder. Which meant Crystallin would be practicing respect. “There are stories o’ the stars being souls o’ those that pass. … it’s a rather lovely thought as well, an’ does add it’s merit t’ seeming permanent. They transcend this existence t’ the next,” she answered.

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Tia smiled and bent her head to touch Crystallin's forehead. "It's all right, dear. You sound like me, when I was younger. Anthropology has always been my passion. Well, the study of all sapients beings, not just humans, but you get the idea."

She smiled, noticing her fae's hand hovering over the crystals, and picked up a device that looked like a crown made of orichalcum, with a socket in it for plugging a crystal into. "Try this, sweetheart. Is there anything special you'd like to see?" She slipped an arm around the younger woman, as if supporting her with the arm around her waist. Or as if offering her an embrace without forcing it on her. "All of my crystals are at least ten thousand years old, so you're kind of limited that way."

•“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.”

Crystallin glanced at the woman beside her curiosly. She could immediately tell that this was no ordinary being. First of all if she had been a human, she never would have seen Crystallin without a glamour. Sighted humans simply weren’t around anymore… she could also sense that whatever the woman was -because she couldn’t quite pinpoint it- was her elder. Which meant Crystallin would be practicing respect. “There are stories o’ the stars being souls o’ those that pass. … it’s a rather lovely thought as well, an’ does add it’s merit t’ seeming permanent. They transcend this existence t’ the next,” she answered.

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"Well, the crystals took..." Tia thought for a moment, then said slowly, "...maybe sixty or seventy million years? I started trying to salvage the crystals shortly after the flying polyps threw their asteroid at the city on the coast where the Carribean is now. Too many collections were buried or washed way in the destruction after that. The scrolls and tablets are only the work of a few centuries. My humans had to learn how to use primitive writing tools after Atlantis blew up, so I kept a copy of everything as they produced it."

She laughed softly and gave Crystallin a warm smile. "Thank you. This was originally just my private retreat, for when I needed to get away from my human friends and when I needed to hibernate between cycles." She looked around and shook her head. "Now it seems it's the only home I have. I'm just glad the wall the door is in is magically reinforced so the ony way anyone can get through it is with my keys or by destroying the wall."

She gently squeezed the fae's hand and asked softly, "Are you sure? That's where they worshiped me as a goddess and... those aren't the best memories." She looked into her eyes and said, with a playful smile, "I only like being worshiped by special people, people I choose to be a part of my heart... and who I can reward in personal, heart-felt ways."

•“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.”

Crystallin glanced at the woman beside her curiosly. She could immediately tell that this was no ordinary being. First of all if she had been a human, she never would have seen Crystallin without a glamour. Sighted humans simply weren’t around anymore… she could also sense that whatever the woman was -because she couldn’t quite pinpoint it- was her elder. Which meant Crystallin would be practicing respect. “There are stories o’ the stars being souls o’ those that pass. … it’s a rather lovely thought as well, an’ does add it’s merit t’ seeming permanent. They transcend this existence t’ the next,” she answered.

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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

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If your cramps are bad enough that you could vomit or pass out from them, THAT IS NOT NORMAL! GET THEE TO A GYNECOLOGIST ASAP!

What’s so bad about periods

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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

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I hope Wikipedia doesnt go bankrupt it will feel like the end times . I think I will literally panic

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"Hello, you two." Chiron scanned the beach, his frown deepening. "Tyson came to me, terrified, with a story about a dragon so big it could flatten all of the cabins at once. At least, that's as much as I've been able to get from his ramblings. Ella is calming him right now, which has given me a chance to investigate."

"Damn. I didn't mean to scare him," Tia answered, a look of real distress on her face. "I didn't even notice he was down here. I just wanted to show Jess what I look like. I forgot that none of you have ever seen a dragon bigger than the hatchling over by the tree."

"Hatchling." Chiron pinched the bridge of his nose. "You call Peleus a hatchling. All right, then, making allowances for terror and how it tends to exaggerate things, how large are you?"

"Well, from nose to tail, about two kilometers, give or take fifty or a hundred meters." Tia paused and blew her nose, then said softly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare him."

Chiron sighed, rubbed the back of his neck, and absently stamped one of his forefeet while looking toward Jess for confirmation of Tiamat's claim. "Yes, well, in the future, I suggest a little more attention to who might be around when you're tempted to shed your human form. Jess, would you be so kind as to give her guidance regarding what is and is not suitable around the camp? Yes, I know she's far older than anyone here, but our rules and customs are not the ones she's accustomed to."

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“Wha! Tia what in the world?!” Jess squeaked out as the other picked her up, giving her startled look. She clearly hadn’t expected that

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Liska wandered around the park, almost as if she was looking for something. Whenever anyone approached her she would just hiss at them and run away immediately, usually up a tree. It was clear that the poor girl was hungry and more than a little tired by the way she looked at the other people eating their lunches and how she rubbed her eyes. Yet, she still refused to let anyone near her unless they smelled close to what she was looking for. (I need soft angst and thought this would be cute.)

That is one unhappy kitten. I wonder what’s wrong?  Tia summoned a herring and dropped it a few feet in front of the girl, then another a few feet from that, and so on, leading the girl toward where she was relaxing on a small hill in her human form, soaking up the sun like a big old cat.

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This is for all y’all who don’t understand how terrifying these suckers are. 

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Hostile alien: You are the human called Leonard McCoy. You are the Enterprise's Chief Medical Officer.

McCoy: Nah, my name's Mary Poppins, and I'm the Enterprise's chief babysitter.

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can this please get a reblog if you believe rp ships don't have an expiration date?

like unless there was some fall out that happened along the way. and whether it’s been a long or short while since our ship interacted and/or since we as muns have spoken/plotted something about it, you’d still be cool with starting that ship over or perhaps picking up where they left off ??

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Nothing about us without us.  Image description: [pale purple and yellow background with dark text] This April, don’t support an organization that harms autistic people. [crossed out logo for Autism Speaks] Support one built by autistic people, for autistic people. [logos for the Autistic Self Advocacy Network and the Autism Women’s Network]

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Reblog this if your muse is not human

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“Research labs? Do you have libraries, too? Maybe access to records that are otherwise restricted? I’m a specialist in studying people and how they form societies, you see, and I  get so frustrated when I search in your academic networks and find that there are entire selections of files that are inaccessible because they’re either too expensive to be reasonable or they’re hidden behind restrictions due to having been collated by organizations that would make how many ounces of urine their members passed a secret if they could.”

She looks up at the ship and asks slowly, “Given that I hadn’t heard of a ship this big existing, is this one of those organizations?”

Tiamat needed to get away from the city for a while. There were more humans in one place than she’d ever had to deal with before, and she desperately needed some peace and quiet, so she went swimming.

She’d been out for a while, relaxing a hundred feet or so below the surface, where no one in a boat on the surface would be able to notice her, when she saw something that surprised her enough that she poked her head above the surface and watched. The largest boat she had ever seen - almost half her length, in fact! - was coming down from the sky and landing on the water. She stayed still, wincing as noise swept through her every few seconds until she saw a female human dive from the deck into the water.

Sweet mother! She’s going to kill herself! Tia reacted without a moment’s thought, and threw a bubble around the falling woman to catch her and keep her from hitting the water, slowly lowered her to the surface, and then brought her head close enough to the woman to speak to her without the need of shouting, while continuing to magically support her just above the surface. She kept her voice soft, attempting to not scare her any more than seeing a dragon her size scared most humans, and so her voice wouldn’t carry to anyone on the ship.

“It can’t be that bad, hon. Nothing’s bad enough to drown yourself over. Can I do anything to help make it better?”

She’d begged Hill for a chance to swim as soon as they could manage to land.  Being so far removed from real water for long made her anxious, restless, and cranky, which wasn’t pleasant or terribly safe for anyone around her.  Kristi kissed John at the control tower door and made the standard promises to be safe and return before it was time for wheels up, then fairly skipped across the tarmac of the flight deck, her heart soaring as she’d hopped off the side of the ship and plunged happily towards the gorgeous cold, glittering water of the wide open sea. 

And…bloody fuck.  What the hell…she flailed in this…what WAS this anyway?  

I just needed a swim, damnit…

She managed to squirm around enough to see the source and stared up at the huge head so close.  It took her a moment to absorb the sheer size of what the entire creature must be.  Her sonar hadn’t ever lied to her before, and what she was sensing brought memories of seeing the old maps with their fanciful monsters big enough to swallow ships suddenly sprang to her mind.  But how was she not in the water yet?   And wait…it talked.  She finally found her voice and hesitantly spoke up.  

“I.  I…I can’t drown…I mean I…what in the world is this?…sorry but what are you?”  

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👖: My Muse witnesses your Muse wearing tight jeans / clothing  🍸: My Muse witnesses your Muse accidentally spilling ice cold water down their front 💪: My Muse witnesses your Muse coming back from / working out in the gym 🍭: My Muse witnesses your Muse unknowingly(?) eating something in a sensual manner 👐: My Muse witnesses your Muse briefly invading their personal space to get by 💄: My Muse witnesses your Muse applying lipstick/makeup/etc. in the mirror 👙: My Muse witnesses your Muse coming out of the water / shower / bath 👔: My Muse witnesses your Muse succeeding in something with a lot of passion 👗: My Muse responds to your Muse asking them to zip up a dress / tie a tie / etc. 👕: My Muse witnesses your Muse finish up/start changing clothes 👁: My Muse responds to your Muse holding eye contact for longer than usual 💃: My Muse witnesses your Muse dancing / rhythmically wiggling 👱: My Muse notices your Muse’s hair/clothes look awfully…post-coital, even if it isn’t!