#Slattern

[hydravns]

PACIFIC RIM (2013) Dir. Guillermo Del Toro

[proflambeovt]

Patreon Rewards for June 2025!

[feriowind]

some more pins that i plan on making!

ertree burial watchdog, slatter, millennium godzilla, and heisei mothra!

[junoniadoesart]

Reblog for larger sample size yadda yadda

[best-curse-word-tournament]

Best Curse Word Tournament!

slattern (English) /ˈslætɚn/ 1. someone who unconcerned about appearances or surroundings 2. a sexually promiscuous person

what the frick frack diddily dack patty wack snick snack crack pack slack mack quarterback crackerjack biofeedback backtrack thumbtack sidetrack tic-tac (English) /w��t ðə frɪk fræk ˈdɪdli dæk ˈpæti wæk snɪk snæk kræk pæk slæk mæk ˈkwɔːtəbæk krækərdʒæk ˌbaɪoʊˈfidˌbæk ˈbæktræk ˈθʌmtæk ˈsaɪdtræk tɪk-tæk/ a censored and long way to say “what the fuck”

[evilhorse]

Piss off, slattern!

(Red Sonja/Tarzan #4)

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Bet you have sweetie.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Pacific Rim Events on January 12th, 2025...

AKA: Triple Event Day

Operation Pitfall will be carried out

Category IV Kaijus Scunner and Raiju emerge from the Breach as Jaegers 'Gipsy Danger' and 'Striker Eureka' are deployed to the Pacific Ocean to destroy it as part of Operation Pitfall - a high-risk mission with the intention of destroying the Breach via thermonuclear warhead

The first Cat. V Kaiju, Slattern, also emerges from the Breach

Cat. IV Otachi's (Jan. 8th) - unnamed and uncategorized - infant Kaiju escapes from the womb and self-strangles on the umbilical cord shortly after in Hong Kong

Newton Geiszler and Hermann Gottlieb Drift using the infant Kaiju's (secondary) brain; discover Operation Pitfall cannot succeed without Kaiju DNA that serves as the necessary key to enter/exit through the Breach

Gipsy Danger's pilots Raleigh Becket and Mako Mori kill Raiju; Striker Eureka's pilots Chuck Hansen and Stacker Pentecost deliberately detonate the warhead to sacrifice themselves in hopes of killing the remaining Kaiju and giving G.D. a chance of making it through the Breach with Raiju's corpse

Kaiju Scunner and Striker Eureka are wiped out; Slattern survives the explosion, severely wounded

G.D. trades Raiju for Slattern by tackling it into the Breach; Becket uses the nuclear turbine point-blank range to kill the Cat. V

Through the Breach and now within the Anteverse, Becket uses G.D.'s nuclear reactor to prime the Jaeger for self-destruction after ejecting Mori's escape pod first; ejects himself before the resulting explosion destroys both the Breach and Kaiju facility within the Anteverse

Becket and Mori both survive

The War Clock is stopped, and humanity wins the Kaiju War (August 10th, 2013 - January 12th, 2025)

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[wordsbyarwen]

i said i would be focusing on my current WIPs but lol, apparently February is the month of "distract everyone with Greek myths set in Hell." this one features Tissaia as Hades and Yen as Persephone (without the kidnapping).

i haven't touched the beginning but i've never in my life had so many headcanons develop and crawl out of so few paragraphs while actively writing them, so this was fun! what started as "the mages are the gods and use avatars to appear to their followers" became "i bet Tissaia thinks this whole situation is Rita's fault" (spoiler: it is)

anyway here is a little 500 word taste of worldbuilding and snarky tissaia+rita. as a treat. mostly for me.

Tissaia shook off the mantle of Hades like a winter cloak, rolling out her shoulders and tipping her head sideways. Even as she diminished in stature, her neck gave a satisfying pop of releasing tension. When she opened her eyes again, the view was much more familiar.

She hated being six inches taller in her own house, hated the idea that things could look so different from the perspective of someone who stood a head higher. In the mortal realm it was all well and good to present herself as an imposing figure - how imposing depended on her audience, her mood, and the day of the week - but she would always prefer the body she was born into for the day-to-day affairs of her court.

Sinking wearily onto her throne, she rested her forehead in an open palm for a long few moments, eyes closed. She was exhausted, but there was work to do that was far more exhausting yet.

Well. Perhaps she couldn’t rightly call it work, but she was determined to resolve the mystery of the mortal in her house, and she had a very good idea of where to start.

Composing herself, Tissaia lowered both hands to curl her fingers loosely against the arms of her throne. Her blue eyes flashed with fire and lightning and, lifting her head, her voice shook the very foundations of her throne room.

“APHRODITE!”

When the echoes of her voice died away and the room fell silent, she waited for the span of several long breaths. Then, rolling her eyes, she spoke again, this time as if she were addressing someone at the back of the room, her eyes still gleaming with power. “Do not ignore me, you great Olympian slattern; your stench is all over her.”

“My, my. Impatient, melodramatic, and charming as ever. I have work to do too, you know.”

The voice of the woman who strolled into Tissaia’s periphery was dark and rich as loam, her skin like raw umber. She was a little taller than the version of Hades Tissaia wore in her own home, busty, and broad in shoulder and hip. Her lips, glossy and dark, were curled into a smile, and her hair was twisted into locs broader than Tissaia’s thumb and piled high atop her head in an intricate display.

Most gods chose a form and maintained it - sometimes the body they were born into, sometimes a preferred avatar. For some, transitioning was easier than others. Tissaia had always resisted change herself, found the act rather more taxing as a result.

But Aphrodite - Rita - had a face for every occasion and every audience, so many that Tissaia had forgotten what the woman rightly looked like. She supposed it didn’t matter.

The body she presented herself with today was one Tissaia had not seen in a while, but it was as lovely as any Rita had chosen and equally on display: bare arms, dramatic neckline, skirts that were sheer in places and barely opaque enough for modesty in others.

“What is it this time, then?” Tissaia asked as Rita moved to stand in front of her, hands on hips, expression smouldering. “Seducing pretty boys, or starting wars over pretty girls?”

[fienduredraws]

Slattern Attack!

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Kobold attack >:)

[katyvern]

Day 20

The big gal

[ortanthaig]

Went to a tavern themed bar last night and they started playing the Inquisition bard tracks 💙

[elkkiel]

Me checking tumblr and seeing all the kitty token posts 😭 amazing perfect 10/10

hi I'm so late to this but I'm really happy you liked it!!!!! the spam made me nervous that it would annoy people, so all of the love was so relieving :') would 100% love to do it again some time (if people are chill with even MORE cat spam lol)

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[catschimericalcreations]

Happy Fish February to Slattern the Pacific Rim Kaiju Plushie!

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