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kenandeliza · 1 year ago

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[KD READS] Captain Marvel's Storybook: Captain Marvel And The Gargoyle Men

BE WARNED: LONG POST AHEAD

Recently, I have discovered that there are still other Captain Marvel-related book titles that I haven't found yet, one of them is the "Storybook", where most of the story is in short novels with occasional comic book panels. I'll be writing a TL;DR for the 4th issue of this title because it's the one that I could find a clear scan to

I recommend you read it yourself though, because words can't describe how I love Billy's descriptive broadcasting/thought process

Mr Morris sent Billy to Egypt for an exciting scoop accompanied by his old friend, Prof Parkman to Egypt to uncover a tomb. By the time he got to Egypt, he rode with the professor on a jeep

but it was a bumpy ride and Billy tightened his grip on his seat, the driver stepped on the gas and it lunged Billy off from his seat, in a split second, Billy wanted to summon Captain Marvel, but he didn't want to, not yet. Billy went unconscious after that.

The Professor and the driver carried the boy to camp and called the doctor to check on Billy. The Dr stripped Billy, and ran his fingers over the ugly abrasions and contusions, making sure he was all right after being thrown off a Jeep

By midnight, while doing his broadcast, the egg the crew had mentioned earlier hatched, Billy couldn't see the monster but he grabbed onto it. Normally he could hang on tight, but after the Jeep incident, he's still weak

Billy lets go of the monster and tells the crew about it. The professor and the doctor claim that an Egyptian Magician or the hot desert sun must've played tricks on Billy and write it off

"We shouldn't have let him go on the air at all. I'll give him some pills, He'll be all right tomorrow."

When Billy was put to sleep, The professor told Mr morris about the story, which Mr Morris gloated, "I knew Billy would Get a fresh slant on those old Egyptian tomb Stories!", thinking that the monster the boy encountered was fake

The next day, Billy and the Professor found the tomb and began uncovering it, only to have a land slide happening each time. While that's going on, Billy overhears a conversation between the driver and an arab, conspiring to kill the crew.

Billy later warns the professor and has several men guard them while Billy starts his broadcast. Back in the US, many people tuned in to WHIZ, and in a few hours, Billy's broadcasts were already on the top of the charts.

With Billy's voice stopping abruptly and the shouting of men, the shootings, heard by the listeners, they cheered on for the Boy Reporter to be safe.

Billy would apologize for the dead air, and described the creatures they'd shot: Bipedal creatures with faces like gargoyles-"Just a minute, THEY'RE COMING BACK!!" Billy shouted

more gunshots are heard, more wailings of the Gargoyle men terrify the listeners.

A ghastly silence filled the thousands of radios. The soldiers screamed but Billy Batson was off the air from his station in Egypt.

Scientists would calm the listeners down, telling them that Billy is having hot weather hallucinations as it is very common. The Listeners gradually relaxed after being comforted by an expert in the field.

Meanwhile, Billy and the professor returned to consciousness, finally meeting the gargoyle face-to-face, creatures that could imitate faces and voices of people around them, this gargoyle imitated the voice of their driver, and the driver himself had joined the gargoyles.

The gargoyles stuffed the crew in molds, making perfect duplicates of the crew

The monster duplicate saw Billy and grinned, "It was Billy's own grin. He looked like the kind of fellow you would be glad to know, glad to have in your home. And he walked right up to Billy, as though he were an old friend, and struck Billy a crushing blow in the teeth"

The sun sets and the professor discovered something dire about these gargoyles.

"What are we going to do?" asked Billy

The professor shrugged hopelessly, "I am a man of science, not of action. I don't know what to do!"

The crew would overhear the Gargoyle's plot to release their eggs to the International Egypt Airport to spread the Gargoyles around the world.

Once Billy found a small opening for his mouth to breathe after being enclosed in clay, he shouted the magic word.

Marvel would later catch a glimpse of the Queen controlling the gargoyles and charged towards her.

The queen commanded her gargoyles to kill Captain Marvel, but as the Captain dodged, she flung herself on him, Marvel would loosen his cape and flung her back, her body wrapped around the white cape. Her gargoyles, still mistaking her as Captain Marvel followed her orders, "KILL".

And so one by one, they struck her down, and Captain Marvel would hear a piercing agonizing scream. Once the queen was dead, the rest of the Gargoyles followed suit.

Billy would then return to his broadcast, not reporting the gargoyles ["I think we had better not say anything about this, we'll make excuses as much as we can, blaming it on the desert heat. The terror is over now, there's no need to frighten people unnecessarily"]. Instead, Billy reports on the tomb he was visiting earlier.

The ending has the driver going insane and dies, Billy read about his death on a newspaper

I love this type of storytelling because it shows me an insight to what Billy's thinking at a moment in greater detail, and a mutual of mine said that the ending is similar to a Greek story. IAlso love the part where Fawcett citizens are immediately panicking once they know their precious boy newscaster is in danger that they'd want to speak to the manager (MR Morris XD)

Honestly, there are so much that I left out in this story to make this tumblr post, if you are curious, here is the link to it

Bye for now!

#KD reads comics #shazam #Captain Marvel #Billy Batson #Captain Marvel's storybook #is this considered a light novel?#Very long post

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ask-but-beware-the-consequences · 2 years ago

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Note: OK, first things first, I started drawing this while traveling on a bus, in an Easternish Europian country, so the roads were very bumpy and it was hard to write, so I'm going to write here the texts too. I hope you like this short story I came up with! ^^ (I'm obsessed with putting easter eggs into everything)

1: God: Today I unite you, God: And all shall witness.

[Crowley hides themselves with his wings] 2: A: It's alright, my darling. No needd to cover me. God: He is right, Crowley. You can't fight anyone's fate. God: For it has already been written. God: My sweet children, I have sent humanity for you to learn from. God: And you two were the first ones, who ever did. Crowley, my fallen archangel, Raphael, guardian demon of the tree, and aid of humanity…- A: What?! You're an archangel?

3: C: Does it matter now? A: N-no. God: Aziraphale, principality of the Eastern gate… my softest angel. Your worries may layed to rest, for from this day forward, you shan't leave one another. God: Take my gift, he will be the guardian of humanity. The fruit of your love will be Rathma. A, and C: What?! God: Demon, will you take my gift, and his hand? C: … I'd like to hear it from him first! God: Very well, angel? A: Crowley… I will.

4: C: Then, C: I will too… God: You may kiss your spouse.

6: later, somewhere in London [wings flap, they are falling apart, from being untangled from their wings, finally falling back into cushions at the library] C: What- What just happened? A: I think… we just got married.

7: C: Angel. Did you really want this? C: I mean, them leaving us alone is nice and all, but… Isn't this going too fast for you? A: Crowley, dear. This was just a ceremony of spending our time together. I think we already did that for 6000 years. C: Did you not hear the part about Rathma?! A: Crowley, I will do no such thing until I know you can love me. C: Oh, so you mean to tell me, you also don't have free will. Beacuse angels can't have that.

8: C: You just heard Her. We are on our own side. C: You didn't say yes, just because you were forced, right? A: It's not as if we can't set our own pace. She didn't say any date. C: So you do lov- A: Ahah, would you like some wine? Let's get drunk! [alcohol appears]

9: C: …sure. I'd like to be summoned while I'm too drunk to care about the change of surroundings. If that happens again. [Bunch of alcohol later] C: My point is… Ducks! [A: again?] C: They have eggs. Real good parental defene… defenend… guardians! Put their heir in an egg! Kids fresh out the egg can run! See! Speak too! Snakes have eggs!

10: A: So you're suggesting we should also store them in an egg? C: I-I-I I mean, I don't suppose any of us want to carry them the way others do, right? A: Like humans? C: Imagine fish… A: Ugh… I'd rather not. A: Do we even carry them? How-… Do they?… How would we even get there? I don't think others have done it before.

11: A: How are angels born? C: Why ask me? You're the angel! A: You were an archangel! You should know more than I do! C: I-I don't know! C: God sorta just created them! In adult form. Or at least in a permanent state. C: …You don't think-. They will just show up anytime? A: She said they'll be born as the fruit of our love… A: wait. A: If we are good and evil. Then they will be good and evil. But humans are good and evil. What if they will be human? They grow so fast!!

12: C: I go for a longer nap and they might be old or dead! [Even more alcohol later…] A: I can't help it, I'm an 'Ngel! I'm made out of love. I can only love you. Even if you can't- [Drunk vision begins] C: No. Angel,

13: C: I'm sorry if you ever thought that. If you ever held back because of me. Of fear I'd hurt you. C: I can't ask you to believe me, I only earned distrust for my fall. But I have loved you since the moment we first met. Even if I hate to admit it. There's no other being I want to protect more than you. If not me, the nature of the animal I've been cursed with, can be believed.

14: A: Crowley… You just said that you love me! C: I-… I did? Aziraphale, barely can be heard: Dear, you're shaking! Are you alright? Oh don't fear, it is mutual, rea…

[Crowley's brain has stopped working] 15: [Reality check starts, drunk vision ends] C: OFC I LOVE YOU, ANGEL! PLEASE! IT'S BEEN 6000 YEARS! hic WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GO TOO FAST FOR YOU?!! HUMANS NEED LIKE ONE YEAR. Why do you think I slept so much?! "Devil don't sleep", Angel! I-… [reciting of the last words, showing they really were said]

[Time was spent, and now it's morning] 16: A: Mhm… C: Nothing's too fast for you now, is it? A: You're never going to let that go, will you? C: That's basic standard~ C: Angel. Will you marry me? A: But we're already married? C: I want it to be your decision. When you want it. When you're ready. A: Crowley~ You're the nicest being that I ever known, [C: That's a problem] A: Of course, I will!

17: [much later, in Raphael's church, with Raphael's painting showing him holding a snake. Others have been invited too.] C and A: I do. [A: Now that I think about it, it's kind of obvious]

18: It has been ages since they were on earth. [ominous humming] In their celestial star-shape. A star smelter, in the sky. A new star was believed to have occoured. And a new star was born. (A demigod).

19: And soon, delivered to Earth. Vanishing from the night sky. An Angel's egg. [later, at their cottage house] A: Crowley~ [Crowley is shown in snake form, holding a marker, indicating he drew on the egg the shades]

The end!

Thank you for reading!

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #Anthony J Crowley #Aziraphale #comic #short comic #David Tennant #Michael Sheen #Crowley was Raphael archangel in this fic #idea that he kept the count of the wings even after the fall he just hides them #so does Aziraphale #but only sometimes #the angel's egg inspired me again #also diablo 4

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wythedumpstercat · 2 years ago

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Wy and the Hermit

The old man creaks a snicker at Wy from across the heavy set wooden table, but the scruffy teen doesn't stop staring blankly at the tower of flatbread, the assortment of wild berries, and neat slices of boiled eggs and cured meat spread out in front of him. This wasn't quite where he'd expected to find himself after weeks meandering through unmarked woods, avoiding any and all settlements (and blacking out in what he'd thought was the middle of nowhere. But that wasn't really that important.)

People talked, and Miss Ca–The Hag's reach was widespread. Even though she rarely pursued the defectors, Wy knew she still kept track of them all.

And he did not want to be found.

Even the remote possibility of her knowing where he

was was……….

If his real family didn't know, neither should she.

His stomach gurgles impatiently at him. The old man makes more creaking noises and tosses a dark coloured berry at Wy's face. His jaw reacts before his hands, but he absolutely doesn't complain as he bites down on it and tart sweetness hits his tongue. Hunger and insomnia had already gnawed through most of his mass, and with his guard now down, reaching out and taking the next greedy bite, then another and another didn't need further persuasion.

It doesn't even occur to Wy to be wary of the old man until he suddenly reappears beside him bearing more food. This time a pungent smelling hard cheese, which Wy eyes with skepticism for a moment. A small taste confirms that while pungent it doesn't taste spoiled, so down it goes too alongside several flakes of flatbread and an entire jug of water.

When Wy finally makes his way back to reality he finds himself with a nearly painfully full belly, and very much alone in the little cottage cabin. He hadn't even noticed the old man leaving.

A strange man, that was. Crooked back and crooked teeth and a crooked nose in a crooked looking face, accentuated by the sparse tufts of fuzzy white hair on his bumpy skull. The cottage bears the same crooked nature, nothing in there is quite straight. From the doors to the table and chairs and tableware and the large fur rug on the floor in front of the equally askew stone hearth with a bumpy black cauldron hanging over the dwindling embers.

Just as the last of the embers fades out, the door swings open with a whisper that ends in a squeal and the old man comes trudging in in a huff carrying a few logs of wood. He heaves them towards the little alcove beside the hearth that's obviously normally supposed to be kept full, but it's conspicuously empty. With that kind of progress it'd take the man forever to fill it up.

Wy frowns. His stomach is still uncomfortably full, but the man had fed him. Not only fed him, but let him have a roof over his head, and even a fur padded cot to sleep on. Waking up surrounded by fur and scratchy, but delightfully warm, wool blankets had been so unexpected, there had been a few long moments where Wy wondered if maybe he'd died.

Either way, it wouldn't be right of him to not give something back to the old geezer. Never was Wy to be considered ungrateful. No service would go un-repaid, somehow. So he gets up, and plucks the logs from the old man's arms, tucks them in the alcove, and asks him where the rest of the logs are. The old man cracks a grin, then points to the door as he says a foreign word.

Outside?

Sure enough, there's a small pile beside a chopping block close by, the ax resting against its side.

He manages to carry half of the ready pile inside, and as he's stacking more logs into the alcove, the old geezer snorts another foreign word while wiggling his fingers at the hearth.

In the matter of a single blink of an eye, the air seems to respond to the old man's voice. Something gathers at the tips of his fingers, and what Wy can only identify as energy seems to rush past him and gather into the point the man is focusing, bursting into light and warmth and crackling fire on the lone log in the fireplace.

The old man must catch him staring at the fire that sprouted out of nothing, as he creaks another laugh, and wiggles his fingers at Wy with the most massive creases at the corners of his eyes. He seems to ask a question in that foreign tongue, probably inquiring about his interest in the little trick he'd just done.

Wy had seen magic being done before. The streets of Goodhaven saw its fair share of magic users passing through often enough, but he'd never…actually felt it like this before.

Wy knew he couldn't use magic. Miss Candy had put him through the testing paces, just as most of the other kids. Magic users were rare, but incredibly useful after all, and she couldn't afford to have kids with magic not using magic for her. So this probably wasn't magic. A trick? Must be. But it felt replicable. Something told him he could probably…probably do the same. Something was whispering to him right outside his hearing range. What was the word the old guy had used?

Wy mutters it to himself, words it like a question, testing it out on his tongue. A tingle dances past his cheek, down his arm to his fingertips, then he promptly tosses the log in his hand into the fireplace as flames overtake it as if it had always been on fire. It crackles spicily beside the other log the geezer ignited.

The old geezer cackles, slapping his knees. He laughs till tears start rolling out of his uneven eyes. When he finally gathers his breath again, he herds the still frozen and wide eyed Wy outside again to chop more wood.

-:-

It was heartening how Nature seemed to know exactly what Rayi needed and promptly sent exactly that his way without him having to reach out himself. Rain to fill his water barrel when his back was too stiff to hoist water up from the well. Two ducks falling out of the sky after they'd seemingly crashed into each other mid-air and offed each other on the day he craved some fresh meat. And now, just as his old body was complaining most severely about its many years of use, suddenly he had a strappingly healthy youth chopping and carrying firewood for him with the most impressive affinity to Nature and the Craft he had ever witnessed in his many years of life.

The Boy didn't quite seem aware of it himself, but Nature spoke to him freely, and he instinctively followed its cues. It was no wonder he'd managed to stumble his way to Rayi's cottage this far into the wilderness. He had chosen this spot exactly for its remote and closed off nature. And, well. There was that mine shaft not far off. Thus he should have both expected and predicted the boy's penchant for befriending…Nature's Creatures.

Sure, it was cute when he talked to the sparrows in the bushes while out picking berries, and also with the deer coming all the way up to the cabin to greet them in the early hours in the morning.

It was less cute when the boy came bursting out of the bushes, the arm of his shirt in tatters and carrying a screeching and bleeding owlbear cub, followed closely by a roaring mountain lion, and the sound of Mama Owl screeching even louder as she came crashing through the forest not far behind. The mountain lion bailed the moment it realized it'd be outnumbered by Threats and at a major disadvantage when Mama Owl arrived, but the crisis was far from averted even then.

Calming down a furiously terrified and protective Owlbear mother wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but a few aptly placed vines, followed by soothing words in Owl with the help of a few spells deescalated the situation efficiently. Rayi had thought he was too old for mediating like this.

The Boy meanwhile, having just recently picked up the simplest healing spell after Rayi had shown the process to him following the Boy's tumble down a fruit tree, was busy patching up the cub, now that he could concentrate on it in peace. Rayi eyds the tattoo circling the Boy's exposed elbow. It slowly shifted in colour as the Boy mumbled calming words to the cub, and the cub goes from squirming to rapt attention at the Boy when his human words slowly blended over into calming chirps and hoots instead. Interesting.

Freshly healed, the cub is eventually released to rejoin its mother, and they trudge back into the forest.

"Where'd you get that tattoo, boy?"

The Boy glances between Rayi's finger pointing at his elbow, and Rayi's face, frowning, obviously still completely blank on Druidic. He'd learn, with time.

"My…elbow?"

Rayi shakes his head. "Not elbow."

"The tattoo?" The boy tries.

"Yes. The tattoo."

Considering it for a moment, the boy touches the water-like swirls inked into his skin, looking a bit sheepish. "I…um…pickpocketed a lady once when I was pretty little. She was of the traveling adventurer sort. Found me the same day, saying she wanted her money pouch back. Turns out she'd talked to a few alley cats and bribed them with fresh fish to stalk me down. When I asked how she talked to the cats, she showed me her own tattoo on her wrist. So….I…gave…back…the money pouch in return for having her help me…get the same tattoo? and teaching me how to use it. It takes a while to work, but it's very useful!" He finishes in a rush, looking ready to bolt.

Rayi just grins. And wild shapes into a large greying mastiff, licking the Boy's shocked face. It was still too soon for the Boy to learn this skill in particular, but how could Rayi not show him the possibilities when the Boy's love for Nature's Creatures showed so true; and seeing the youth's eyes sparkle in wide eyed wonder at the transformation warmed Rayi's old heart.

Rayi hadn't thought he'd ever find a suitable apprentice, but Nature truly never did let him down.

#dnd #oc #out of the abyss #wy: the written saga #bit more backstory :3

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vespcrtines · 2 months ago

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Everyone knew Ryland Jennings. The hometown musician, fresh-faced at eighteen when he left the Springs with a guitar on his back and big dreams on his heels. His name carried weight-- the kind of hometown pride that made folks sit up a little straighter. You know the Jennings boy, Ryland?

Josie had, like, three posters of him.

It’s fine. She was totally cool. Except the Ryland Jennings was currently jogging toward her, grinning like the sun was competition. And, Lord above, his teeth were so white he could be in a Colgate commercial. Meanwhile, she was over here in overalls, frantically smoothing down stray flyaways and trying not to squeak. Was her smile too wide? Was she showing too much tooth? If a sinkhole wanted to open up right now, that would be super appreciated.

And then-- oh God-- he was standing in front of her. Saying her name. Holding something out. For her.

Her brain was two seconds from short-circuiting when he opened his hand.

A smooth, reddish stone rested against his palm, edges curved and bumpy, warm from his pocket. The slanted lines running along its sides caught the light, and she knew, she knew, that if polished, they’d bubble and curve like seafoam. She reached for it carefully, fingers trembling just slightly. Like a dog carrying an egg.

“Quartzite..." she breathed, flipping it over, eyes round as dinner plates and twice as wide. The words tumbled out before she could think to hold them back.

“It starts as sandstone, y’know? But then, with enough heat and pressure, it recrystallizes. Like... like it refuses to break apart and just become part of something else. It just… becomes something new.”

Ryland knew of Josie, if only because she got the same sort of chatter in town that he'd gotten growing up. She was kind and sweet and absolutely mad about love, and that alone was enough to make her someone special in his book. He'd seen her post up on the bulletin board a couple days ago, and he'd been on the lookout for things to gather for her ever since. There'd been a weathered stone sitting just outside of the confines of his grandmother's porch, and Ryland had carried it in his pocket ever since seeing it, knowing it could be exactly what the girl needed.

"Josie," he called out, jogging over to her from across the road that had stood between them. Ryland shoved his hand into his front pocket, pulling out the warmed, reddish rock. Stone, he corrected himself in his own head, rock felt so hard and this was far from jagged and painful. This was soft and beautiful and soothing. "I saw your bulletin board posting," he said by way of explanation, holding out his hand with the stone in it.

#thread || josephine #thread: ryland | josie

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eggedbellies · 3 years ago

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(I would prefer if you answer this after the double-egg fiasco if that’s alright)

(Forgive me I’m not sure about the setting here, I just imagined sunset at a beach with a cliff behind it and a cave tucked away nearby)

You sit down and press your back against the warm rocks, coming down from the high and panting in the salty air, when you feel the lightest tap-tap-tap on your shoulder. You turn around and look up… Were the vines on the cliff face always that thick? Did they always move like that…? The thin, green tendril that was tapping your shoulder continues to waft towards you. Three more of them descend from the mass of vines. They’re guided by chemical-sensing organs at their tips and are drawn to the smell of what went on here. Plants can’t see, after all. You let them get close and they slowly coil around you like they’re curious, until one strokes your crotch, confirming the source. Suddenly, the vines wrap around your limbs with enough strength to hoist you into the air and up the cliff face, where you’re face-to-face with one of two giant flowers. Each plant only grows a solitary flower, so there’s at least two plants here but it’s hard to tell with how intertwined they are. The smell of nectar is so sweet, heavy and intoxicating, and the air is now thick with pollen that ignites a burning need in you as you breathe it in. Thicker vines grab you and hold you open as they clumsily impale you on the flower’s naturally lubricated stigma. It’s slow, agonizingly slow, but with such unrelenting strength, sliding you down the length of the style until… you feel a bulge meeting your pussy. You drowsily look underneath yourself to see you haven’t met the base of the pistil, but something is pushing at your entrance and there are more to follow. Grinding against the pistil for some relief or to hurry the seeds along only results in more vines wrapping around you tightly. You edge there for what feels like hours until every last bumpy, baseball-sized seed is packed inside you. You gasp as the final seed slips in, exhausted but needy. The vines shift, carrying you more gently than before, but you realize you’re not headed towards the ground… The seeds you’re carrying need to be fertilized, and the vines pass you along to the second flower and its many eager anthers~

-siren writer (should pick a different anon name? or just out my [nsft] blog? idk)

being held, being bred, by the plants; it's strange, but it feels ... so good. Lost in the feeling of being made heavier and heavier, my body chhanging to carry them perfectly... I know I will take them where they need to go... legs trembling as I'm passed along, waiting, stretched and dripping...

#siren anon #siren writer #I'm sorry I held this so long I just. i kept re-reading

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alexander4202 · 2 years ago

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A huge tentacle monster is captured by scientists so they can breed from it, but they only have one, so they use humans as they have matching uterus’ to the monster (although much smaller). The only problem is the monster doesn’t know how a human body works. So the first time a human is sent into the room naked and tied to a table, the monster starts probing at every hole the woman has, which includes her ears, spearing her brain and killing her instantly.

The head scientist spends hours teaching the monster where the vagina is and how to go past the cervix to implant its eggs into the uterus, and then how to swap tentacles to fertilise them. The next experiment goes slightly better, the monster finds the vagina and pushes the tentacle past the cervix and into the uterus, but it goes too far and impales the uterus, blood pouring out of the humans cunt as she screams.

Finally, after many failed experiments, the monster is ready. The head scientist shows up to work ready to finally breed from the monster, but she quickly realises the plans of the other scientists. She’s grabbed by security and stripped of her clothes, then strapped down to a metal table quickly. They explain that with her bond with the monster, she should be the first to carry its eggs.

When the door is opened to the cage she’s wheeled in on the table and the monster seems to recognise her. It instantly breaks her restraints and holds her body up by her wrists and waist, more tentacles wrapping around her legs to hold them wide open.

The thick ovipositor slowly forces its way into her cunt, gooey slime oozing out to make it easier to push past her tight lips. It goes all the way to her cervix and starts laying golf ball sized eggs. Each one stretching her cervix as it passes through into her uterus, filling her stomach until the skin is stretched thin and bumpy.

The monster removes the ovipositor and quickly replaces it with a penis looking tentacle that’s already dripping with precum. It starts to fuck her fast and deep, the head of the tentacle bruising her cervix as it punches into her. A second tentacle probes into her asshole and starts fucking her there too as she screams. It thinks it’s pleasuring her to make the breeding successful, but it’s just filling her guts with tentacles until it goes all the way through and out of her mouth. Her screams are muffled as it uses her body as a breeding toy.

The monster suddenly cums, shooting hot cum into her womb and fertilising the eggs packed in there. Cum shoots out of the tentacle protruding out of her mouth, covering her body in cum. The monster slowly pulls the tentacles out of her body, still holding her up so it can stick a special tentacle down her throat and into her stomach to pump nutrients into her.

Breeding was a success, now we wait three months for the eggs to be as big as bowling balls so they can be laid.

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quaranmine · 4 years ago

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The Babysitting Game

They say it takes a village to raise a child. Well, Grian doesn't have a child but he does have an egg and a village. That’s basically the same thing, right?

Grian acquires an egg. His friends help him.

No romantic relationships or content warnings. Mainly fluff! Hermits: Grian, Mumbo, Pearl, and Scar. My first publish fanfic since 2016 and my first hermitcraft fanfic :D ao3 link and some inspirations to be linked in a reblog

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"What if I touched it really quick?" Scar asked.

"No, don’t-don’t touch the egg," Grian said seriously. "Look, I even made a sign! It specifically says ‘Do not touch.’" He gestured to the sign in question, but Scar ignored him.

"Can I rub it?" he said. The man leaned over it, studying the object carefully. Grian hadn’t known where to place the egg when he got it, and it was just sitting on an anvil for the time being. He didn’t even have a starter house yet, but clearly he was going to need something soon if he was going to protect the egg from some of the more . . . mischievous residents of their Boatem village.

“No, don’t touch the egg! Scar-” Grian walked closer, hands outstretched, just in time to see Scar reach out with his hand and pat the egg.

Vworp!

The egg disappeared into thin air.

Dragon eggs had a tendency to do that. It was a survival tactic--Grian didn't really know how it worked, but just as endermen could teleport away from danger, so could the egg if it were touched. Now whether or not Scar was dangerous remained up for debate…

Scar giggled. "Oh, where did you go?" he sang, hunting around the area.

Well, he COULD be pretty scary sometimes.

"Scarrrr," Grian whined, helping him look. "I told you not to touch it!"

"It's over here!" Scar shouted, finding the egg at the bottom of a small slope nearby. "Just one more time…." He reached out again.

"No!" Grian said, slapping his hand away. "Look, you've got to pick it up the right way." He demonstrated, carefully lifting the egg and placing it in a pouch slung over his back. He had hurriedly stitched it together not too long ago, worried that transporting the egg normally might break it. “If you do it roughly, you’ll scare it and it’ll teleport away again.”

"I see!" said Scar.

"Now, please, don't touch the egg.”

"Oh," Scar said. He straightened. "You're really serious about this."

Grian glared. "I am."

"I'm sorry, I just thought it was funny!"

Grian sighed. "It's okay, Scar. It's just--this thing is a baby, it needs to be handled gently! You can't just go around scaring it! What if it falls into a hole or something?" he hissed.

"Oh my god," Scar laughed, "you're its mother now!"

"No, no, I'm not!"

"You are!" Scar cried. He suddenly stopped. "Oh no, didn't you kill its mother?"

"Well it doesn't know that!" Grian snapped. "Truthfully I didn't realize there would be an egg! And I couldn't just leave it, you know! Here, look at this." Grian gently withdrew the egg from its pack, and Scar moved closer. He held it up to the sun. "Look at that."

The sun shined dark red through the deep purple shell of the egg, making it glow within. In the middle, the silhouette of a curled up creature was illuminated. Blood vessels radiated outward, and at the bottom there was a blank space that Grian assumed was air. The egg’s shell was too thick for any detail to be made out, but the processes happening within were clear. Grian was enchanted with it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

"Wow," Scar breathed. "There's actually a dragon in there! What're you gonna do with it after it hatches?"

"Well, I haven't exactly thought that far--I just want to worry about keeping it safe first. I mean, what do you even do with this thing?" Grian put the egg back in its satchel, and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I suppose you keep it warm and safe but, like, I don't know what else-"

"I could help!" Scar said.

"You were just playing with it!"

"Hey," Scar said defensively, "that was before I knew more about it!"

Grian rolled his eyes.

“What are you guys doing over here?” said Mumbo, wandering over. Grian just knew he’d been up to something, and sure enough, there was a new tree next to his little collection of chests. Grian wasn’t very bothered by it, because he already had a plan to get Mumbo back for it.

“Grian is just showing me his new baby!” Scar teased. “He’s a mom now.”

“I am NOT its mother,” replied Grian tiredly, but he smiled at the sight of the other man.

“A baby?” Mumbo asked, choosing to ignore the rest of Scar’s statement.

“A dragon egg,” Grian answered. “I found it in the End.” He paused for a moment, feeling almost bad. “After I killed the dragon.”

“Grian! You’ve orphaned it!” Mumbo sounded scandalized.

“Why do you all keep bringing that up!?” he defended, glancing between Mumbo and Scar, who both gave him disapproving, albeit playful, looks. “I know you’re Mr. Peace, Love and Plants this time, but we’ve always killed the dragon in every new world!”

“Well, I guess that’s true, but it is a little sad isn’t it? You’re taking care of it but only because you killed its mum.”

“Yeah,” was all Grian said. The dragon always needed to be taken care of in each new world they visited, and while it was always a bit of a shame, he’d never really contemplated it that much. After all, he normally wasn’t the one who fought it--that last time in Evo aside. He didn’t really know what he had gotten into but he felt deeply like he needed to protect this egg. It was like a tug in his chest, drawing him into the egg and telling him not to let go.

“Show him the egg!” Scar said.

“You just want to see it again,” Grian replied, but pulled the egg out of the satchel again anyway for Mumbo to see. The surface of the egg wasn’t smooth, like a chicken’s egg, but bumpy. The purple spots almost seemed to glow, and occasionally little violet particles drifted off of it. Grian felt like he could stare at it in awe all day, and apparently his friends felt the same.

“How’re you going to keep it warm?” asked Mumbo after a moment of admiring it. “That satchel isn’t going to be enough, and to be frank, I don’t see you spending any time sitting on it, even if the mental image is pretty funny.”

Grian rolled his eyes at the comment, but thought about it. How would he incubate it? He may have had wings, but he didn’t know anything about eggs, other than that it was a safe bet to assume it needed to be kept warm. “I'm not sure, actually.”

“Hey, let me design something for you!” Mumbo said excitedly. “I could probably use some redstone and make an incubator of some sort for you.”

Grian smiled. “I’d really appreciate that.”

Asking Mumbo to create a contraption for him--what could go wrong?

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“I’m not wearing this thing, you know.” Grian said, holding the contraption while Mumbo wheezed with laughter in the background. The design that Mumbo had come up with was essentially a backpack with heating elements strung through it, except for one thing . . .

“You-you wear it in the front,” Mumbo choked out, wiping a tear from his eyes.

“Yes, I see that,” Grian replied, unamused.

“Like a swaddle!”

“Yes, I see that.”

Mumbo laughed harder. Grian had to begrudgingly admit that it was well designed, however. It would fit the egg perfectly, keep it warm, and most important it was mobile to ensure that he could take the egg with him. It was thoughtful, especially since Mumbo knew Grian was quite protective of it.

“I’m not wearing this thing,” Grian repeated. “I’m not going to let you all laugh at me while I walk around the server with an egg swaddled to me!”

“I thought you’d say that,” Mumbo chuckled. “Here, you can switch the straps around and turn it into a backpack.” He unclipped the straps and moved them into the new configuration.

“Thank you, Mumbo,” he said gratefully. “This will certainly do the trick.”

“Glad to hear it mate,” Mumbo replied. “Now, while you’re here, may I ask why there is an incredibly tall tree on top of my camper?”

“Sorry, got to go!” blurted Grian, snatching the backpack from Mumbo’s arms and flying off in a burst of feathers.

“That’s unfair, I don’t even have an elytra yet to go chase him down with,” muttered the man as he watched Grian disappear.

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Grian sat in the grass in front of his starter home and rubbed his eyes wearily. He was exhausted. Is this how all parents feel? he wondered. Was he just uniquely unqualified to be one? After all, this was only an egg! It hadn’t even hatched yet and he was already tired of keeping up with it.

Carrying it in the backpack was heavy, and Grian tired out quickly. It was hot on his back, and Grian found himself having to take breaks to avoid overheating. It was also cumbersome, and he found it difficult to build with as it shifted his weight. He almost fell off the roof once while building it! Of course, having wings meant that Grian could catch himself easily, but it had still given him quite the scare. Dragon eggs were pretty sturdy, and would teleport themselves out of danger if possible, but he was still so paranoid about breaking it. And now there was the Boatem Hole to worry about--what if it teleported itself into the void? These things kept Grian awake at night.

But if he left it...well, just like Grian had a tendency to lose items in his chest monsters, he also had a tendency to forget where he placed things. He had been forced to go back and rescue the egg from some place he’d left it more than once, which he wasn’t exactly proud of. What sort of parent forgot their child?

. . . He was definitely not admitting to being its parent.

Oh God, what did I get myself into?

“Hey Grian, what’re you up to?” came a voice, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up and saw Pearl standing over him. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her hands were in her hoodie pockets. She took a seat on the ground next to him, and followed his gaze overlooking the Boatem village. “What’s on your mind?”

“This--this egg,” said Grian. It sat next to him in its backpack, still radiating heat. “I don’t know what to do with it. I’m just so tired of carrying it around!”

“I have to admit,” Pearl said, “I didn’t expect you to immediately adopt a baby dragon the very next time I saw you.”

“Yeah, well, it was an accident.” Grian groaned. “I don’t know what to do with it now, let alone when it hatches!”

Pearl thought for a moment. “You know, the rest of us are all here for you. The other hermits would be happy to help out, I’m sure.”

The other hermits . . . well of course they would. If it was one thing they were all good at, it was supporting each other. Scar had already taken a particular interest in the egg, although Grian was still a little suspicious of him scaring it again. Mumbo had specially designed an incubator for it. Pearl was visiting him to check up on him and offer help.

All Grian had to do was convince himself to let it go. To let them help.

“I know that but . . .”

“But what? Have you had any reason to believe they wouldn’t?” Pearl asked.

“Well, no.” He thought for a while. He thought of how his friends would lend materials when needed, or how they’d help replace someone’s armor and items if they were lost. He thought about the days where they all teamed up and chose one hermit to help out, and he thought about all the things they did for the good of the entire community without even being asked.

His desire to protect the egg was strong, and putting it into the hands of another person almost felt like simultaneously a betrayal of the egg itself and the biggest leap of faith he could take. But the hermits were good at leaps of faith, because someone was always there to catch you.

“You think it’d be okay?”

“I know it’ll be okay,” Pearl replied. “I haven’t been here very long but from what I’ve seen, I know they’d all help. They wouldn’t hurt it. They might be a little mischievous sometimes,” she said, glancing at Scar’s house, “but they know how important it is and would be happy to help. They helped you before, didn’t they?”

Pearl was right, of course. Nobody on the server had any desire to hurt the egg. He trusted that. If there was anyone that he could trust, it was them.

But how would he get them all to essentially sign up for babysitting?

An idea struck him, and Grian scrambled to his feet. “Pearl, you’re brilliant. Thank you!”

She blinked, a little startled. “Always happy to help.”

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Grian stood back, admiring his work. A near perfect duplicate of the egg that was currently sitting in the backpack slung around his shoulder, but at a much larger scale. It was built out of obsidian blocks and crying obsidian for the spots, and if Grian was pretty proud of how it looked.

If Grian knew anything, it was that his friends loved minigames. And Grian was not above gently exploiting that fact to get a little help--just like barge game from the last world, where he managed to get his friends to help mine out the stone from next to his mansion. Just slap the title of “game” on something and you could get a hermit to sign up for anything.

“Now . . . I just have to write the signs on the inside.”

The game Grian had come up with was officially called Tegg--he needed to stay on brand with his tag games in every world--but he’d mentally been calling it “The Babysitting Game” for a while now. Because that’s what it really was--each hermit who signed up would also sign up to watch the egg and keep it safe. He set to work outlining the rules.

RULE ONE: Protect the egg and keep it safe.

RULE TWO: Keep the egg incubated or it’ll die.

RULE THREE: Keep a close eye on the egg.

RULE FOUR: Call Grian if it starts to hatch.

Satisfied, he wrote out the rest of the instructions. Because it was a game, he wanted to make it fun for the hermits too, so he’d decided to make it like a scavenger hunt. People were allowed to take the egg, provided they adhered to the rules, and were encouraged to hide it and keep it safe. Otherwise, someone else who wanted to have it could get it. The safer the egg was, the less likely for someone else to find it. The winner was whoever had the egg the longest when it finally hatched. Grian didn’t know how long that would take, but he didn’t want to miss it either, hence rule four.

Yep, totally outsourcing his babysitting onto his friends.

Grian squinted at his wall of signs, before placing one final sign at the bottom: Grian will track the game and has final say on points and rules!

“That should do it,” he mumbled. He still wanted to keep an eye on the egg, to make sure that he knew who had it and how many people’s hands it had gone through. After all, he was the one ultimately responsible for it.

Grian pulled the egg out of the backpack and carefully placed it on the ground. He’d somehow made a habit of just speaking to it every now and then--he had no idea if the little dragon could hear anything in there, but he liked to think that it could. “Hey there,” he whispered, and stroked the top of the egg. “Some new people are going to start taking you pretty soon, but it’s okay. They’re going to give me some help and make sure you’re safe.”

He paused, taking in the little room he’d made and the wall of signs he’d written with meticulous instructions for the egg’s care. It may have been the first thing he’d built for this egg, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be his last. A baby dragon was a commitment and for the first time Grian really let himself think about what that meant, beyond just an egg that he had to carry around. Would he house it? Train it? Let it stay by his side? Would he love it?

I think I already do, he thought.

He thought of the hermits--their mischievousness, their pranks, their hard work, their friendship, and their goodness at heart. They were his family, now. What was one more addition?

“It’s okay,” he whispered to the egg. “I trust them all with my life, but more importantly, I trust them with yours.”

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft fanfic #quara fanfic

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ohmygoodnessgraciouss · 4 years ago

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Reality Check - Chapter 1

Well. I mentioned an idea. You guys seemed to like it. Who am I to deny you guys what you want? It’s only just beginning. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times. If you don’t, you could be sucked into the reality too.

Summary: Y/N and Wanda were very close after returning in 2023. The two bonded over the loss of their partners. It wasn’t enough to keep Wanda grounded after she found Vision’s body though, and Wanda wants the best for her friend. Unfortunately for Y/N, this means she’s going to be thrown into a reality she wasn’t expecting.

You woke up the sound of birds chirping and the sun blazing into your room from the window. The bed was warm from the sunlight, but you weren’t focused on that. Your head was pounding, as if the birds were more like freight trains going through a station. You couldn’t even remember when you went to sleep last night. Were you drinking the night before?

Actually, why does your room seem bigger than it was? The alcohol must’ve played with your mind more than you realized. You shook the thoughts out as you heard a light knock on the door.

“Come in,” You called out to the mystery person. The door opened with a small creak, and the person revealed themselves.

It was Loki.

He was dressed in a suit, carrying a tray that had several plates and a glass on it. One plate contained eggs and sausage, another had toast with butter on it, and next to it, an apple. (What color was it? Why couldn’t you tell?) The glass had water, and finally, there was a small vase next to that containing a single tulip.

“Loki,” You smiled lightly. You quickly sat up in bed as he walked over, a small smile on his face.

“Good morning, love. I figured I would offer you a little breakfast before I left for work.” He placed the tray down on your lap gently. He sat down next to you for a moment, admiring your features.

You laughed a little at how romantic he could be. “You’re too sweet to me sometimes. Almost as sweet as this apple is,” You stated as you quickly grabbed the apple, tossing it in the air, and then taking a bite out of it once you caught it again. You grinned at him as you heard something behind you. It almost sounded like laughter.

“I could never. I just want to show you how much I love you,” He kissed the top of your head. You stared at him lovingly for a moment as you pondered a thought.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand how we got this far.”

“Me neither,” He laid a hand on your cheek, kissing your head once more. “Well, I should leave before I’m late. Mr. Hart will have my head if I’m late again.” He chuckled.

You nodded and said goodbye to Loki as he made his way towards the door. For a brief moment pain panged your chest. A sadness that you couldn’t pinpoint. It was like your heart felt that everything would be over as soon as Loki left, but you couldn’t understand why.

“Oh, and darling, don’t forget about visiting our new neighbors. Agnes said they just moved in a few days ago. Perhaps we can show them around the neighborhood one day.”

“New neighbors? Well, I’ll pay them a visit after I finish this wonderful breakfast!”

After Loki left and you finished eating, you placed the dishes in the sink and went to get dressed. You found countless dresses and not a single seemingly comfortable outfit in your closet. You finally settled on a dress with a sweetheart neckline. It went down right past your knees and it was sleeveless. It looked the most comfortable out of the bunch at least.

You finally headed outside, where you were greeted with a clear sky and several neighbors outside, mowing their lawns or leaving for work. You smiled and waved to many of them. Herb, your next door neighbor, waved back, forgetting that he was mowing. Just as you were about to warn him, he mowed over a rubber ball that was in the way, causing pieces to fly everywhere. You giggled lightly and shook your head.

It wasn’t hard to find the new neighbors’ house as it still had a box or two on the deck. You quickly walked over and knocked on the door. “Just one moment!” You heard a voice call out from the house. Her voice sounded so familiar to you, yet you couldn’t pinpoint who it could’ve been.

The woman opened the door with a bright smile. Just as she was about to greet you, her smile faltered. She recognized you immediately. She shook the thoughts out of her head. “Good afternoon!” She said.

“Howdy neighbor! I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood!” You responded. You didn’t know what you wanted to do. Something seemed off about the woman.

“Why thank you!” She exclaimed. “Please, come on in, I’m Wanda.” She smiled.

You walked into the home, admiring how well-kept it was already for someone who just moved in. “I’m (Y/N)! It’s a pleasure to meet you. What brings you here to Westview?”

“Oh, well my husband and I decided it was time to settle down and we thought Westview was the perfect place.”

“How wonderful! Where’s your husband if I may ask?” You asked, sitting down on the couch.

Wanda sat down next to you, moving a magazine that was still on the cushion. Agnes must’ve been here already. “Oh, he just went to work! His name is Vision,” She smiled.

“Aw, and how long have you guys been together?” You asked. For a split second it seemed like Wanda was confused.

“Well, let’s just say it seems like time flies by and I can’t keep track of it.” She giggled. You smiled lightly at her response. “What about you? Do you have a husband?”

“Yes, Loki,” You shook your head at the thought of him. “It’s been a bumpy road to get to the place we’re at, but I love him and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“And how long have you two been together?”

You thought about it for a moment. You couldn’t answer it honestly. “I don’t quite know. We got married recently, though I couldn’t tell you the precise date. It seems like I’m the same way, I just can’t keep track of time!” The two of you laughed politely.

It led into a further conversation between the two of you, where you discovered that her anniversary is tonight and she was planning something special. You wished her the best of luck as you left, going back home. You had to get dinner ready for when Loki came home at least.

The walk back home seemed odd. The sun was shining, a few of your neighbors were outside walking their pets or going to run errands, but everything seemed... Fake. Like it was all just an act to you. The smiles on everyone’s faces were exaggerated, as if they were doing it just to prove to you that they’re happy.

The strangest thing happened when you passed by someone and accidentally knocked into their shoulder. You turned around quickly to apologize when you noticed their eyes were an emerald green. The color was so bright and that’s when it hit you: No other color seemed nearly as bright.

You apologized to him as he smiled and waved it off. He began to walk away as you watched him. You didn’t turn back until he turned the corner, out of your sight.

The day passed by rather quickly and Loki came home, giving you a kiss on the cheek as soon as he walked in. “Hello, darling,” He said sweetly.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” You asked, cutting a potato up to put in the stew you were making for dinner. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your shoulder, watching you cut it.

“Boring. The same old boss with the same old paperwork. Although there was a new guy in the department. Vision. Is he the new neighbor by chance?”

“He must be! I met his wife when I went over, Wanda. Oh she’s a sweetheart. It’s their anniversary tonight, but I think we should invite them over for dinner one day.”

“That sounds like a marvelous idea.” He smiled. You smiled back at him, but it seemed odd. He knew something was wrong after that.

“Darling? You seem off. Is something wrong?”

“No, not at all. Well, maybe... Okay, yes! Something seems wrong.” Once again you heard canned laughter in the back of your head. You shook the thought out of your head.

Loki took his hand in yours, placing the knife down, spinning you around. “What’s wrong?” He asked, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“I was walking home today and I bumped into someone. I’ve never seen him before, and you should’ve seen his eyes! They were green! Such a bright green.”

“Now, don’t go gushing about another man’s eyes or else I’ll get jealous,” He playfully glared. You smiled at the joke and rolled your eyes.

“Still, Loki. Something seemed wrong. They were just... Unusually bright. And I’ve seen everyone here. There’s something... Normal about everyone. He didn’t seem normal in the slightest bit.”

“Well, I know this may seem shocking to you, but we do have visitors every once in a while.”

You grabbed a piece of potato on the cutting board and flicked it to him lightly, making him pull away a little and laugh. “I’m just saying, don’t think too hard about it. You’ll give yourself a migraine that way.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” You sighed.

“Everything is quite alright.”

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“What have you seen from her side of the show?”

“It’s all just like Wanda’s. She’s trapped.”

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #marvel #wandavision #wanda maximoff #vision #scarlet witch #avengers #reader #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #Reality Check Masterlist

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early20sfailingplenty · 3 years ago

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can I have bo letter with him basically just telling me it’s gonna be okay 🥺

- L

Oh, honey.🥺 Of course you can! Much love to you; you're so much stronger than you know, but I'll let Bo do the talking.💗 @imbleedin-out

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Hey, darlin'.

Listen, I'on know what's been eatin' at'cha these last few weeks but I know you an' I know that somethin' ain't right. How can it be? Y're barely sleepin' - don't think I don't notice you slippin' outta' bed when y'think m'snoozing next to ya'. Sure, m' makin' noise, but am I really asleep? Can't lie to a liar, darlin' - thought I taught ya' better than that. Y're not eatin', either, 'least not as much as you should be. Y're jus' doin' enough to survive and that is worryin' me. Gonna' gimme a fuckin' heart attack one'a these days if this carries on, an' then where would you be? Up shit's creek wit'out a paddle.

I've been stranded up there most'a my life. Feels like m'screaming in a crowded room but no one fuckin' hears me. I get it. It gets real lonely real fast, and it gets pretty damn old, too. M'brothers an' I have always had to have each other's backs, even when we were too little to be able to really fend for ourselves, I guess is the best way of putting it. I 'member holdin' Vincent steady while he stood on a foot stool to cook us up some eggs when we were seven 'cuz our parents forgot us. Their own damn kids. I 'member Vincent reading some of daddy's old books and then signing a simpler explanation to me so I could patch Lester's busted knees up when we were teenagers 'cuz momma was sick an' daddy didn't wanna'... Lester was forever gettin' himself all cut up, same with Vince wit' burns from all that wax shit, an' I was always gettin' hurt in every other fuckin' way under the goddamn sun.

But that was then and this... this is now. I figure it ain't one'a us makin' y'feel like this, darlin', so it's gotta' be the people you ran away from 'fore y'carved a home fer yer'self here wit' us. I say fuck 'em. None of them know you like you do. Y're the one who gets you outta' bed (even if I gotta' kick ya' sometimes to get'cha movin' 'cuz neither of us have got all day, y're the one who eats the food I make for ya' an' m'brothers (do not let Lester tell you otherwise; he'll try an' tell you that 'e's the better cook and I always call bullshit), y're the one who's livin' in that beautiful head'a yours, darlin'.

There's only one'a you, so y'better start takin' better care o'yourself, or you an' I are gonna' be havin' harsher words than this. Makin' m'fuckin' chest ache, all this worry I got. I got a bit lost on m'words there but y're gonna' be jus' fine, darlin', you'll see. Might be a bit of a bumpy road t'get there, but it will get better. I've seen you get through some of the nastiest shit I've ever heard happenin' outside this safe haven, an' I know this ain't an exception. It'll be jus' fine, darlin', y'll see. If you can't see it, then know I can.

All this sappy shit's makin' my teeth ache, so I'll knock it off. Y'know what I'm tryna' say, anyway.

Bo.

#slasher letter #bo sinclair #BO'S MAKING ME WANNA CRY HHHHHH PLEASEEEEEE #pretty pretty man mwah mwah <33333

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obaewankenope · 4 years ago

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Can you tell me everything you know about Shark eggs ? 👀

Shark eggs are honestly fascinating things. We call them Mermaid's or Devil's Purses because the eggs are encased in a hard shell to protect them while the baby shark inside grows into its own mini-adult version.

I talk a bit about Mermaid's Purses here in this ask, but I'll talk more about them here. More under the cut :)

The eggs sometimes attach themselves to rocky outcrops, seaweed or wherever really so the egg doesn't float away in the ocean current. The cases are made of collagen and feel a lot like leather. There's sometimes fibrous material on the outside of the egg that likely helps them attach to stuff. There's a variation in the style and appearance of the egg cases, for example they can be smooth and glossy or striated or bumpy.

Because sharks either carry their eggs inside and thus give birth to live pups, or lay them, oviparity in the sharks is a thing (retaining the eggs for longer until the pups are 'hatched' is viviparity btw). Anyway, the eggs are kept in the oviduct for a while before they're dropped as unhatched eggs with oviparity.

Bullhead Sharks have very distinctive egg sharks like an auger (corkscrew, think corkscrew) which allows the egg to wedge in crevices on the seafloor to protect them from predators.

Crested Bullhead Shark egg

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Bamboo Sharks and Zebra Sharks both lay their eggs on the bottom of the ocean with them being oval and covered in sticky fibres to stick better.

Brown-banded Bamboo Shark egg

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Catsharks too lay eggs. The Catshark egg is purse-shaped with tendrils to help anchor them on the sea floor (honestly, these are some of the most Iconic Looking Mermaid Purses).

Catshark egg

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#Shark Facts #Sharks #Shark Eggs #Bullhead Shark #Catshark #Zebra Shark #Bamboo Shark #Kat talks #Kat replies #Kat answers #nanojay

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sylvanfreckles · 3 years ago

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Day Five: A Red(field) Christmas (Resident Evil)

Claire finally convinced Leon to come for a Christmas visit, and even managed to drag him into their Secret Santa gift exchange with their other friends. If only she could have so much luck getting him to spill what he got Chris for the gift exchange....

“Leon!” Claire stretched up on her toes and waved one arm in the air as a familiar brown-haired figure finally came into view through the airport security gate. As bumpy as their friendship had been over the years, she was still glad he’d actually accepted her offer to visit for Christmas.

“Flight got delayed,” he explained, wrapping one arm around her waist as she went in for a hug.

“It’s Christmas,” she replied with a shrug. “Need me to carry anything?”

He shook his head, holding up the single duffle bag he was carrying. “Just the essentials.”

“No weapon cases?” Claire teased as she hooked one arm through his, easily matching his stride as she maneuvered them through of the airport terminal. “Figured you’d travel with an arsenal.”

“I’m on vacation.”

“Yeah, that always goes well.”

He was silent for a few long moments, and she risked a glance up at his face. His gaze had gone distant, but not troublingly so, and she couldn’t help but notice the dark shadows under his eyes and the hint of gray in the stubble on his chin. Leon looked…tired.

“Come on,” she said, tugging him toward one of the airport restaurants. “I think I owe you a breakfast.”

…

Leon seemed to revive a little after two cups of coffee and half a plate of bacon and eggs. “So, I got a reservation at the Marriot just outside the airport,” he commented, waiting for the waitress to fill his mug for a third time. “Lemme drop my stuff off there and I’m all yours.”

“Uh-uh,” Claire shook her head. “No, sir. I invited you here for Christmas, you’re staying with us.”

He paused, fork halfway to his mouth. “Claire…”

“We have a guest room for a reason, Leon. No. No hotel, no shutting yourself up with a mini-bar and pay-per-view. I didn’t just invite you here for the party; you’re here for the whole holiday, Kennedy.”

“What about your brother?” Leon asked, washing down another mouthful of bacon with a long sip of coffee.

“Chris? He’s all for it.” Claire leaned back in her seat, arm resting along the back of the bench. “You know you’re welcome any time you’re in town, even if I’m not home. We’d both rather you have a safe place to crash than holing up in the nearest Best Western or whatever.”

He didn’t answer for a minute, just studying her face with an unreadable expression. She leaned forward, wrapping both hands around her coffee cup. “I still have your old go-bag, you know.”

That had been a tradition, years ago. She kept a bag for him, and he kept one for her, with the mutual knowledge that they could use each other’s place freely when they were in town. Things had fallen out a little and they weren’t as close as they used to be…but she’d still kept it for him. Just in case.

The ghost of a smile crept across his face. “I have one for Sherry, too,” he admitted. “Hasn’t needed it in a couple years, but you never know.”

“You never know,” Claire agreed. “So, that’s settled. You’re staying with us at least through Christmas. Don’t make that face,” she added when he grimaced. “After the party tonight it’ll just be the three of us. You can sit in the guest room and sulk all you want as soon as the party’s over, but you will eat Christmas dinner with us, and Chris will make you watch those old stop-motion movies he likes so much.”

Leon finally sat back, pulling his coffee in closer and abandoning his empty plate. “Hey, can’t go wrong with Rudolph,” he commented as he raised his mug to toast her.

…

“I forgot to ask,” Claire said as soon as they’d gotten to her truck and she’d cranked the engine on. Christmas music blared out of the radio, and she had to turn it down before they could talk comfortably. “Did you get your name in for the Secret Santa?”

“What? Oh, that…yeah, I did that.” Leon seemed marginally more comfortable now that they were away from the busy press of the airport and on the road toward the Redfield home.

“Who’d you get?”

“Don’t think I’m supposed to tell you that,” he teased. He had his duffle bag at his feet, and if Claire noticed he was reluctant to let go of it she didn’t say anything.

“Why? Was it me?”

He elbowed her arm from across the center console. “If it was you I’d’ve shown up yesterday to take you out to that dinner you owed me, so no.” When she kept shooting him meaningful looks in between navigating through traffic he heaved out a sigh and shook his head. “It was your brother, okay? I got Chris.”

“What’d you get him?” They should have taken a taxi, then she’d be free to pester him as much as she wanted. Although they would have spent the entire drive with one eye on their relatively unknown driver, and it probably would have taken twice as long if he didn’t know all of Claire’s shortcuts, so maybe that was just as well. “Oh, come on, you can tell me! You know I can keep a secret.”

Leon huffed out a laugh and leaned over to tug something out of his bag. It was brightly-wrapped package, about the size of a box for a mug. “So can I, Ms. Redfield.”

“Did you get him a mug?” she guessed.

“Nope.” He shook the box in her direction, then hefted it in his hand for a moment. “Unless…wait…no. Definitely not a mug.”

“Asshole,” Claire taunted, without much heat behind her words. “So? Tell me!”

“It’s a secret.”

“Leon!”

“I’ll give you a hint.”

She glanced back at him, frustrated now, having to keep most of her focus on driving. “Well?” she snapped when he didn’t answer for a few seconds.

“Actually…I think I won’t.”

“Leon!”

…

“It’s protein powder!” Claire guessed as they climbed out of the truck. Leon had been teasing her mercilessly about what gift he could possibly be giving her brother, and it was driving her up the wall. “Come on…it is, isn’t it?”

“Got it in one,” he replied, swinging his bag over one arm and spinning the box in his hand. “Guaranteed to turn his biceps into triceps.”

“You know triceps are already a thing, right?” she shot back, opening the front door for him. “Everyone has triceps.”

He tapped the end of her nose with the box as he scooted past her into the house. “Guess it’s still a mystery, then.”

“Guest room’s third door on the right,” she called after him as he sauntered down the hall and turned around to nearly run into her brother.

“You okay there?” Chris asked, laughing, as he caught her arms to steady her. “Leon get in all right?”

“He’s fine,” she groused. “Just won’t tell me what he got you for Secret Santa.”

Chris looked over his head towards the guest room, a smile twitching at his lips. “It’s just a few hours until the party, right? You’ll find out then.”

“But I want to know now!”

He laughed again, hugging her close and pressing a loud kiss to the top of her head. “Some things never change, do they?”

…

Claire had stopped by the kitchen to mix a few more drinks for herself and a couple of friends from Terra-Save when she saw Leon hunting through the cabinets. “Need something?”

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Whiskey?”

“Over here,” she jerked her head toward the opposite end of the counter, where they’d lined up most of their hard liquor supply. “Is that what you got Chris?” she asked, not quite ready to give up.

“No, vodka,” Leon replied, bumping her with his hip as he reached for the bottle she’d indicated. “The kind in a bottle shaped like a skull.”

Claire rolled her eyes. So far Leon had claimed the present was a set of Matchbox cars, a canister of salt, Aviator sunglass with interchangeable lenses, a kitten, water from the fountain of youth, and gold he’d panned himself from a recent trip to Alaska. “Just one little hint?”

Leon knocked back a shot of whiskey and poured another, then studied her for a long moment. “It’s for his car,” he finally said, brushing past her to rejoin the party in the living room.

She stared after him for a moment, mind racing. Was that a real clue? Was he just teasing her again? “Is it an oil filter?” she shouted after him, smiling a little when he threw his head back to laugh.

Well. At least one of them was having a good time with this.

…Okay. Both of them.

…

Claire had settled down on the floor next to Chris’s chair, and managed to pull Leon down to sit next to her (right where she could keep an eye on him in case she needed payback for Chris’s gift). The Secret Santa exchange was going pretty smoothly, and one of her friends had just given Leon a new pair of motorcycle gloves (pretty good gift, considering Leon and Dwayne had never seen each other before).

This was it. It was time. Chris was finally going to open his present.

“And I drew Redfield,” Leon announced, hefting the box up in one hand. “Here, think fast!”

He lobbed it to Chris, who pretended to fumble before catching it. Chris shook the box, even sniffed it, making a big show out of being curious for what was inside, before simply tearing at the wrapping paper.

Claire saw her brother’s eyes widen, then he threw his head back with a laugh and passed the box over to her. She snatched it eagerly and stared at it for a few long moments.

It was…

It was a…

“Mr. Raccoon Dashboard Hula Girl?!”

Leon winked at her over the rim of his red plastic cup. “For the man who has everything.”

#leon s kennedy #claire redfield #chris redfield #leon and claire friendship #christmas #secret santa #probably set vaguely after vendetta #leon finally gets breakfast #twelve days of fictmas #resident evil #fanfic

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ida-of-oddworld · 4 years ago

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The sun was high overhead the dusty ridges nearing the Monsaic lines, making it unbearably hot. Ida grabbed her waterskin off her hip and took a long draught from it until she had to gasp for a bit of air.

She had left her home many hours before the sun was meant to rise, that way she’d travel most of the way in darkness when it was cooler.

Unfortunately the last hour of her journey would take place during the hottest time of day.

She paused at a ridge that was overhead — this part she knew was actually one of the flattest bits of land — at some point Glukkons had it paved over as another method of delivering goods and slaves. A highway.

Ida always had a habit of pausing just before she were to scale the ridge and quickly hurry across — to check for trucks.

As Ida flattened her feathers down she lifted herself onto her toes and took a peek — and she let out a soft gasp when she heard the crunchy sound of tires pulling off to the side.

Then the engine turned over and came to an eerily quiet stop. She watched as a slig was hopping out of the driver’s side of the cab and sauntered over to the left-hand lane, lighting up a Lungbuster cigarette. Ida lowered herself down a little, thankful she had been on the passenger side of his truck.

“I guess I’ll have to hunker down and wait for him to bugger off…” She grimaced to herself and began to duck down and out of sight, but then the worn out branding on the side of the shipping container caught her eye.

Sam’s Labor Eggs.

Ida placed a hand over her mouth.

“Eggs! They must be headed towards the brewery..!” Ida bit her lip when her heart began thundering in her chest. “I can’t let them get there! Wait, what would I even do? There’s gotta be way too many to carry..”

“Theo! I can get these to him, he’ll know exactly what to do with them all. Just need to take care of the driver…” Ida took in a breath and pulled herself up onto the pavement and used the truck as cover for her attack.

She crept out quietly and slowly, only taking steps as the slig took drags off his cigarette, he was completely unawares as she lifted her crook up and over her head —

— Until he saw a shadow suddenly looming over him, “Huh???” He turned around, too late, and his face met a hard CRACK of Ida’s staff, where he crumpled to the ground almost instantly. She pulled the keys off his finger and nudged him off the ridge with her foot, where he fell flat on his back a few feet below.

Ida turned to the truck and threw the door open, tossing her crook into the seat. She knew she maybe only had a couple of minutes before the slig came to.

It took her a little bit to cram her huge form into the mostly slig-sized cabin, her knees practically to her chest and head against the top of the roof, but managed to wedge herself in. This wasn’t going to be a comfortable ride for anyone involved.

Ida turned slid the key into the ignition and turned it over until it roared to life, “Oh boy, lets see if I remember how to do this..” she muttered and shifted her foot on the gas and turned off down a slope.

She headed right for the Monsaic Temple.

It wasn’t long until she got close to her destination, seeing how a nice powerful engine was faster than her own two feet, but she could feel the terrain fighting against her.

“Shit.” She spat, the ride had been bumpy up until now, but she came to a stop when one of the wheels finally hit a rock that jumped her off the seat. She grumbled and turned off the ignition and squeezed her way out from behind the wheel.

“Ow — ow — cramp..! Oof..!” She placed her hands on her back and bent backward until her spine cracked, “Ohh..” she turned to the truck and rubbed the back of her head.

She had hoped none of the eggs would be damaged from the bumpy ride, and thankfully there hadn’t been any sligs riding in the container itself, “Sorry kids, I’ll be back with more hands — this is as far as I can drive us! I’ll be back real quick!”

Ida began running along the rocky slopes until she came to the temple entrances, when she finally spotted other mudokons she slowed down and took a moment to catch her breath, “I need… Big Face…! Stole.. Eggs!” She cried between gulps of air.

@somebigface

#ida #ic update

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