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[violet-eng]

F!reader spoils Lil Dragon!Zhongli... at first | Fluff🧸 (with dragon)+ 🔞 (with human Zhongli)

🎨by: @nagarnia_art and @JeanGreyCG

Summary: You're doing some research in the woods, looking for certain minerals, when you feel some tiny tiny eyes staring at you. After Zhongli morpps from a dragon to a human, things get a bit... hot...

Tw: with human Zhongli smut 🔞, PIV. Insinuations of breeding season, with dragon Zhongli just some cute Dragon behavior bc I ended up traumatized after writing some angst.

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Your research is going well. Your reports to the Fontaine Science Institute were successful during your last expedition, earning you praise from your superiors. You have been living in Liyue for over six months. After learning about minerals that can emanate energy, you sought out information to educate yourself on the subject. 

The rocks in Liyue seem to have a memory, possibly due to the work of their Archon or as a natural result of high evolution and energetic vestiges from ancient wars. 

Zhongli, the Parlor consultant, had told you about a spot at the foot of a valley that might interest you, and you were amazed. You had no reason to doubt the man's wisdom. You had formed a deep bond of friendship with him because you admire his extensive knowledge about everything. You set off almost immediately. He had offered to accompany you, but you had refused because you prefer to do your research alone, surrounded by nature and away from the attractive distraction that Zhongli could become.

Your friend is attractive, in a way that you tried to express in your letters to your friends at Fontaine, but never succeeded. Your banal words and names do not do justice to the physique of this man of unshakable character, steely sense, and tenacious gaze. You could not bear to make a mistake in his presence during the expedition, not because you were clumsy, but because his figure moved your senses, your ground, and betrayed your own perceptions.

So, as you walk through a pleasant area of foliage, covered by the fierce, scorching rays of the sun, you decide to let your guard down, to take off your jacket and your gloves. You use a ribbon to tie up your hair as you walk on, arriving at the place Zhongli had shown you beforehand. The passage is strangely comfortable, very suitable for a quiet investigation, full of strange figures of small rocks of irregular and curious shapes.

Under the canopy of large trees, you spread out your arsenal of tools on the grass, put on your protective visors, and get to work. Sequencing the rock profile takes little time, your agile skills allowing you to avoid unnecessary pauses or clumsy backtracking typical of an amateur. Then you take the samples, tiny particles that do not alter the correct and productive nature that King Geo has protected for years, and while you wait for the filtering to finish, a strange sensation runs down your spine.

You had let your guard down during your experiment, letting the peaceful appearance of the place convince you, something very unprofessional on your part. So you turn to the side and feel a presence. Among the bushes, you spot a pair of curious little spheres, and you jump as the leaves rustle in the presence of an unknown being. 

A deep relief washes over you as the creature in question appears on the scene. A small dragon, microscopic in physiognomy compared to adult forms, with curious eyes and a golden tail twisted into a spiral. Its little paws make furrows in the ground, its face dejected, as if it had been caught doing something illegal.

"Little one, have you been watching me all this time?" You ask the cute little creature, who hides his head between his front paws, realizing he can't do it with his tail, which isn't long enough.

"Come here, don't be afraid of me," you whisper, approaching it cautiously, holding out your hands.

The dragon gathers itself in its own anatomy, growling low, sounding almost like a common cat, you can't help but laugh at it. You bring your fingers up to the growling pellet and stroke its head, right between its underdeveloped horns. You notice a puff of breath coming from the little guy's nose.

"How cute, you liked that, didn't you?" you laugh as you stroke his head and then his back, causing the miniature dragon's tail to wag.

"Come, sit with me, we'll have to wait a long time until the filtering is finished," you take him in your hands, on your palms.

"Wow... I've never seen one of your species so small... and those scales," you comment, bringing your face close to the reptile's, "I'd swear you have very, very soft skin, you're very rare, uh," you add, while you turn to your tools, which emit a strange smell.

You leave the dragon on the ground and approach your machinery, no, nothing out of place... well, now you can turn your attention to the little guy who... what is he doing?

You notice the tiny creature rubbing against your foot, making strange squeaks. It's... it's mating with your shoe? You burst out laughing and shake your foot, pushing it away and picking it up again.

"You horny little bugger," you say, poking him in the nose, "I forgot that your species is in mating season. I regret to inform you that you will get nowhere with me, I am not of the same species... ours is impossible."

A sad sigh escapes from the little animal's chest, and you notice how its whole face becomes depressed, its horns and ears seem to droop in deep disappointment.

"Don't cry," you say, putting it on the ground in the grass and lying down in front of it, "we can play if you want, to distract you a little”.

That got his attention, because he looked at you again. He walks up to you with his little paws and puts one on your nose, he starts to sniff you with that little button in the middle of his little face.

"Ohhh... do you want a little kiss?" you ask, flooded with tenderness, "I would do anything to make you happy" you say, placing a tender kiss on the dragon's forehead. Is like a puppy...

The dragon retraces his steps, accelerating and rolling his head in madness. You see him writhing in place, as if he had suddenly fallen ill, and then... poof... a golden flash and a trail of smoke,  ike the one he had just exhaled through his nose. A faint wave of heat and a faint smell of sulfur as a figure began to form behind the column of smoke.

You straightened up in your seat as the column disintegrated, revealing the very embarrassed image of Zhongli, covering his mouth as he coughs, with traces of smoke and golden flames escaping from his throat.

He is wearing little clothing, a tunic of the same color as the skin of the dragon you spoke to earlier... is that perhaps...? 

"You," you point an accusing finger at Zhongli, and he looks at you with flushed cheeks, "what was that? Aren't you going to say anything about it?" you say to the man, appearing to be annoyed, although in reality, seeing him in that outfit has aroused something pleasurable in you.

"Well?" you insist.

"Are you going to give me that kiss or?" he interjects, his voice still weak and embarrassed.

His embarrassment fades for the next hour, during which he relentlessly thrusts himself into you, waiting for your boring explorer machine to end.

The filtering of the rocks continues, the particles falling into the vessel like sand in a crystal clock. The small machines emit tiny clicks and a faint plume of smoke and gas. The rumble of the cycle's drumbeat advances in rhythm with your moans as you feel Zhongli sink deep into you.

You lie on the grass, your pants and panties around your ankles, your hands on your head clinging to the foliage, your waist encircled by Zhongli's large hands holding you steady so he can work his way into your pussy. You feel his pelvic bone against your center, his balls against your skin, and then he pulls away to enter again. Gently, lovingly, afraid to break you and hurt you. He's painfully slow, but how good it feels.

You hear him make low, rasping noises as faint plumes of smoke rise from his nose, as when he looked like a dragon. His cock twists inside you, slapping against your cervix, massaging your wet, warm depths that mold to the shape of his member. You feel the warmth rush down your legs, an electric current coursing through every fiber of your limbs, your chest heaving in desperation.

The orgasm hits you both at the same time, decorating Zhongli's cock with a white ring as his cum spills into you like thick ropes from his ecstasy. He pulls back your panties and pants, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

"May I mark you?" he asks with a look of honor, his face sublime and devoted.

"Don't even think about it," you say, joining in, noticing the sadness in his eyes, "we weren't even supposed to do it. It was just supposed to be a kiss and that's it," you seem to scold him, though it's you who's scolding yourself for being so unseemly and impetuous, though damn... you've enjoyed it so much... ....

Sensing your hostile tone, Zhongli wraps himself up and immediately transforms into his small reptilian form.

"Please stop being so dramatic," you express, leaning against one of the tree trunks and letting out a laugh. "Come back... I don't want to wait alone," you say, crossing your legs and putting your jacket down.

Zhongli, the dragon, approaches you with short steps, due to the length of his small legs, and climbs onto your lap, where he rubs the fabric of your coat, nestling into the fabric to take refuge, and lets out a yawn before closing his eyes and settling down for a nap. You stroke his back and coo to the little creature, feeling him purr like a cat.

"How cute you are when you sleep," you laugh, stroking his nose, causing him to bite your finger, "did you just mark me without my permission?" You ask, but he just squeals and jumps off your lap, looking for a way to escape. You catch him with your coat and throw it at him like a fleeing rat, but he manages to escape and hide in the bushes... you don't see him again for the rest of the afternoon, but you know that when you return to Liyue Harbour you will demand an apology, an explanation... and maybe a round two.

[michaela-o]

Hey ya all! Here's a thing i had in mind about how a tutorial written by decepticons on how to capture a human would look like :D

Enjoy!🧡✨️

Decepticon Recommendation: How to capture a human

Objective:

Humans are physically fragile but resourceful and quick to flee when threatened. A successful capture requires precision, intimidation, and a deep understanding of their weaknesses. The objective is to immobilize them efficiently while instilling fear, ensuring no damage that might render them unusable or dead unless necessary.

1. SCOUT AND ISOLATE THE TARGET

The first step in capturing a human is separating them from their support systems and escape routes.

• Identify solitude opportunities: Humans are most vulnerable when alone or in small groups. Wait until the target is isolated—walking in the dark, separated from a crowd or traveling in a vehicle through a remote area.

• Cut off communication: Humans rely heavily on their communication devices (phones, radios). Disable these devices first, either by emitting an electromagnetic pulse jamming their signal ir straight up crushing the device. With no way to call for help, their panic will increase.

• Block their escape routes: Humans are agile in confined spaces but slow in open terrain compared to a Cybertronian. Use the environment to your advantage by cornering them. Block off exits with your size, speed, or tools like energy barriers to force them into a limited area.

2. INSTILL FEAR AND CONFUSION

Humans respond predictably to fear. A frightened target is less coordinated and more likely to make mistakes.

• Make a show of power: Land heavily, crush nearby objects, or generate loud, reverberating sounds to assert your dominance. The more you appear as an unstoppable force, the quicker they will give up resistance.

• Use sudden movements: Humans are startled by abrupt changes in their environment. Appear out of nowhere, shift from stillness to speed instantly, or make sudden lunges to disorient them.

• Speak in a threatening manner: Use their language, but distort it to sound mechanical or predatory. Tell them what awaits if they resist, ensuring your tone conveys inevitability.

3. IMMOBILIZE THEM WITHOUT LETHALITY

Humans are painfully fragile. Overestimating their durability could render them unusable for sale or other purposes.

• Deploy restraints: Use non-lethal restraints like energy nets, magnetic tethers, or adhesive traps to immobilize them quickly. Avoid physical contact unless absolutely necessary, as their unpredictability can lead to unnecessary complications.

• Target mobility first: Humans heavily rely on their legs for escape. Immobilizing their lower body—through stunning their legs or pinning them to the ground—will neutralize their primary means of escape.

• Minimize struggle: If the human resists, use tools that apply pressure without causing harm. For instance, magnetic cuffs or a localized stasis field will incapacitate them without lasting damage.

5. ENSURE SECURE TRANSPORT

Once the human is captured, the transport phase is critical to ensure no escape attempts.

• Enclose the target: Humans are adept at exploiting even the smallest weaknesses in containment. Place them in an energy field, sealed pod, or reinforced cage to ensure they cannot interfere with your systems.

• Suppress movement: Even restrained humans can be disruptive. Induce a state of stasis by muzzling them, covering their helm or sedation to keep them docile during transport.

6. IF RESISTANCE PERSISTS

Should the human continue to resist, escalate your methods to assert dominance and ensure submission.

• Induce pain: Humans are highly sensitive to pain. A brief, non-lethal application of pressure or energy can quickly deter further resistance. For example, an electrical shock or tightening restraint will subdue most individuals.

• Make an example: If capturing multiple humans, ensure the others see the consequences of resistance. This will discourage further defiance.

• Break their will: Use psychological tactics such as threatening their loved ones or showing them the consequences of defiance through holographic projections or live displays of power.

KEY REMINDERS

• Avoid unnecessary damage: As stated above, dead or severely injured human is less useful for experimentation for they will last much less and are hard to sold on the black market for solid fortune.

• Control the narrative: Ensure the human understands their helplessness and that resistance will only lead to greater suffering.

"A human’s strength lies in their fragile belief in survival. Crush that belief, and their submission will follow." - decepticons

( lemme know if you would like me to make an Autobot version aswell !! :DD )

[scarlett-ggv]

Giving up is not an option

Jazz x Reader - NSFW to the last

Maybe it was the distant roar of an engine filling the air or the way the sunlight reflected off his polished chassis that made you look at him twice. Jazz had always been confident, from the first moment his wheels touched the ground of Cybertron to every sharp turn he took on Earth. There was never hesitation in the way he moved, never uncertainty in the way he tilted his head with that effortless self-assurance. He didn’t need words to prove what he already knew: he was strong, fast, agile. And most importantly, he was attractive.

When he began working alongside Optimus Prime, he learned to live with the attention. Stares filled with admiration, whispers among bots every time he passed by. He had gone from being just another Autobot to one of Optimus’ most loyal companions. It didn’t matter if he was in his original form or transformed into a pristine car—eyes were always on him. And he did nothing to avoid them; in fact, sometimes he sought them out, reveling in the sensation of being watched, of being desired.

But with you, everything was different.

He didn’t need to show off. He didn’t need to do too much. He moved naturally around you, lighting up only for you. He knew how to find you at just the right moment, how to make sure you felt seen, protected. Everything was there, planned without words, understood without explanations.

And when he was truly interested, he made it clear in gestures only you could notice. A touch that seemed accidental when he handed you a tool, the light brush of his metal fingers against your arm, his thumb barely grazing you—a touch so soft it was almost not a touch at all. He left you wondering: had that been intentional? Or was it just part of his playful nature?

Maybe in those fleeting moments when his hand rested low on your back, firm but unhurried, guiding you through a crowd as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Maybe in the way his engine vibrated ever so slightly when you were too close, when the warmth of your body against his hood forced him to regulate his internal temperature.

Jazz always found a way to say everything. He wasn’t in a rush. He didn’t need to hurry. Because at the end of the day, the goal wasn’t just to get your attention—it was to make sure that when he finally reached for you, you were more than ready to receive him.

He had never felt insecure about himself—until that night.

It had always been an honor to take you anywhere in his vehicle form, to cover miles with you at the wheel, feeling the exhilaration of speed and the shared freedom. He loved the way everyone looked at you when you arrived—dazzling, radiant… and in a car that only made your presence even more striking. Proud, satisfied, he always enjoyed those moments.

But this time was different.

He had come to pick you up from an elegant, open-air party. Warm lights floated over the scene, like stars caught in invisible threads.

Maybe it was the golden glow of the evening filtering through the string lights above, or the distant sound of a saxophone drifting through the air like a whispered lullaby. Or maybe it was simply the weight of an unexpected thought, a strange feeling he had never known before.

Jazz saw you.

Among the crowd, amidst the laughter and conversation, his gaze found you effortlessly, as if the universe itself had guided him there. But this time, it wasn’t like before. This time, it wasn’t just admiration.

It was more.

There you were, sitting, wearing a black dress that clung to your figure as if it had been made for you and only you. The fabric cascaded down to the ground with impossible elegance, leaving your shoulders bare, exposing your neck, the soft curve of your collarbone. Golden jewelry gleamed against your skin, and your makeup was nothing more than a whisper of light across your face. Perfect. Unreal. So beautiful it hurt.

And then, he saw him.

A human.

A good-looking man who leaned in slightly as he spoke to you, a confident smile on his lips—the kind of confidence that came from knowing he had a chance.

Something inside Jazz sank.

For the first time, he realized what the difference between you truly meant.

That man could ask you out without hesitation, could take your hand without thinking twice, could whisper something in your ear and make you laugh in that way Jazz longed to.

He couldn’t.

Because at the end of the day, Jazz wasn’t human.

And that truth, the one he had always known but had never really felt like a barrier, hit him like a shot straight into the Spark.

For a moment, just one fleeting second, he wondered if everything he had felt, all the hope he had nurtured inside him, was nothing more than an impossible dream.

But then, you smiled.

Not at the man talking to you.

At him.

And in that instant, when your eyes sought his through the crowd, when your lips curved into a soft, genuine smile upon seeing him waiting for you, he understood something else.

Maybe the world would always remind him that you were different.

Maybe others would think he could never be enough for you.

But Jazz was never one to give up.

And this time, he wouldn’t be the exception. You were going to be his, no matter what.

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The sound of his hips set a frantic rhythm, a desperate pace that spoke of nights of unsatisfied longing, of a desire that had burned in silence until it became unbearable. Jazz had her right beneath him, trapped between his body and the cold metallic surface he had so easily lifted her onto. His hands firm, large, and warm held her in place, gripping her as if he feared she might disappear if he let go.

The contrast between the hardness of his structure and the softness of her skin was intoxicating. He moved with precision, each thrust deep, driven by the voracious need to feel her in every fiber of his being. Her moans were the melody guiding his movements, and every sound that escaped her lips pushed him to go deeper, to claim every inch of her with his imposing presence. The sensation of her surrounding him was a delicious torture, a searing paradise that consumed him from the inside out.

Jazz’s fingers traced down her spine, gripping her hips with urgency, lifting her effortlessly to sink even deeper. His name spilled from her lips in a breathless gasp, a strangled cry that made him growl in response, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down her spine. The damp heat of her skin, the sweat beading along her collarbone, the trembling of her legs tightening around him… it all drove him wild, made him lose himself in her.

Movements became erratic, urgent, the tension thick in the air, woven from desire and friction. His grip tightened, his lips found her neck, biting down gently, tasting the salt of her skin before capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss—a clash of tongues and ragged breaths that made them both shudder. He felt her unravel beneath him, her body arching with a strangled cry as she shattered completely, dragging him along into the abyss of pleasure.

For a moment, he remained still, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through his system, lighting up every circuit, every connection. She lay beneath him, chest rising and falling as wildly as his own. Jazz opened his optics, taking in the sight of her—flushed, satisfied, lips trembling around a smile that was just beginning to form.

And then, he smiled too.

No words were needed. None were necessary. Just that shared look, that silent understanding brimming with unspoken emotions. Every effort, every doubt, every night spent wondering if he could ever reach her… it had all been worth it.

Jazz had done it.

She was his. <----------------------------------------------->

El traductor es una kk - Writing about my man is my passion, forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes. The translator and I are competing over who is whose bitch HAHAHA MAUAJJAJAJ bueno

OK Jazz MY MAN Quiero que me preñe aaah. Maybe next time I'll write about Starscream. idk

[cydork]

Alien Questionnaire - A Biological Perspective

A while ago, somebody linked me a very comprehensive worldbuilding questionnaire. For most aspects of a fictional society, it was great, but I noticed it assumed that anyone using it was making up a fictional human society, or at least a society of beings very similar to humans. As such, there was almost nothing in the biology department, which to me is one of the best parts! Thus, this questionnaire was born.

These questions are designed to help people worldbuild from a biological foundation. As such, the questionnaire only touches lightly on other aspects of a fictional society, and is more of a jumping off point. I wrote it with the aim of using it to develop aliens, but it should be suitable for any project with non-humanoid species, such as sapient terrestrial animals.

Have fun! I'd love to see your answers :)

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General Anatomy How many limbs do they have? Do they have limbs at all?

What are their primary manipulators? Where are they located? How does this affect their tool use, building ability, etc?

What kind of body covering do they have, e.g. hair, scales, feathers? How do they clean it? Do they shed this covering constantly, or all at once at certain times? 

Can they maintain a constant body temperature? If not, how do they deal with changing environmental temperatures? 

What kind of habitat do they live in? Both specific habitat, and broader such as on land vs in water.

What adaptations do they have for living in this habitat?

What kind of creature did they evolve from?

What are the similarities and differences to their closest living relatives? 

What resource(s) is the most necessary and urgent for them? E.g. for many animals, but not all, it’s water.

What are some common mutations? E.g. eye colours, ability to digest lactose in humans.

What injuries or illnesses are considered disabling? 

How is their healing ability? Can they regenerate? If they can, is that limited to certain body parts or a certain number of times?

Senses What senses do they have? E.g. sight, smell, electroreception, etc.

How good are those senses?

Which of their sense/s do they use the most in everyday life?

How might this choice of sense impact the way they interact with the world? 

Can they detect things that Earth creatures cannot? If yes, how and why?

Movement  How do they move? Do they walk, crawl, fly, etc? 

If they have multiple modes of movement, which is preferred, and why?

Which part/s of their body do they use to move?

What is their speed and endurance like? 

How agile are they? 

Do they rely mainly on their own bodies for travel, or do they use pack animals and machines? 

How often do they move around? Are they mainly sedentary, do they move a lot within a set area, do they migrate, etc?

Do they have different levels of mobility depending on age, sex, or other biological group? E.g. young barnacles are able to swim, while adults are anchored permanently to a surface. 

Reproduction and Lifecycle  How many sexes are there? 

Are there differences between the sexes (ignoring the reproductive system)? 

Are there different castes, such as in honeybees or naked mole rats? If so, what is the function of each caste? 

Are differences in sex or caste used to justify discrimination or hierarchy? How might these ideas differ in different populations? 

Do they have a concept of gender? If so, is gender affected by sex, caste, or some other factor?

How do they attract a mate? Do they release a chemical into the air, do an elaborate display, etc?

Does one individual try to actively woo another, or is courtship more mutual?

What do they find attractive in members of the same species?

What is the usual reproductive partnership? E.g. two individuals, one main reproducing individual with a harem, no set partner, etc. 

How long do they live?

How are young brought into the world? Live birth, eggs, spores, etc?

Is producing young a painful, dangerous process, or is it easy?

How much parental investment is there? Are there many young with little investment, or few young with a lot of investment (r vs K strategy)? Or is it somewhere in the middle? 

How many offspring are produced at a time? Think about how attitudes towards children may differ between a species that produces one or two, and a species that produces dozens or even hundreds at a time.

How do they grow? Are they born looking like miniature adults, gradually growing bigger? Do they have specific phases of high growth, like puberty? Do they have a larval phase, metamorphosis? 

How self-sufficient are they as young? Can they move around and feed themselves as soon as they are born? Do they require parental care? 

What is the usual structure of childcare? Single or multiple parents/related individuals? Communally raised? 

Is sex purely for reproduction, or does it serve other purposes?

What kind of sexuality is considered the norm? This doesn’t just refer to same/other sex pairings, but the culture around sex in general.

Diet and Foodchain What is their diet? Are they carnivores, omnivores, frugivores, insectivores, etc?

Do they feed off an unusual source, for example rocks, metals, or (in appropriate settings) something like magic or souls?

What physical adaptations do they have for this diet? 

Is their diet very restricted, or can they have a wide range of foods?

How often do they eat? What is the culture around mealtimes, if any?

Are they prey for other organisms? For each other?

If they are, how do they deal with it? Do they fight back, have barriers, or do they accept it as a part of life?

If they are hunters themselves, what is their attitude to killing other organisms? Are they respectful? Prideful of their kill? Is it completely trivial? 

If they are hunters, how do they hunt? Are they solitary or packhunters? Are certain members of the group designated to hunt? 

Are the results of foraging or hunting shared, or is it everyone for themself?

Are they parasitic, parasitised, or in a symbiotic relationship with any other organisms? 

Body Rhythms How often do they sleep?

What time of the day are they most active? Are they nocturnal, diurnal, crepuscular? 

Do they generally sleep for one long period a day, multiple shorter periods throughout, or something in between? 

Do they sleep to cope with extreme temperatures or bad conditions, i.e. hibernate or aestivate?

Do they have any biological processes that disrupt their life e.g. moulting, reproductive cycles, etc?

If yes, how does their society accommodate for these processes? Does it accommodate them at all? 

Communication What is their main method of communication? Sound, visuals, scent, etc? Think about their main sense and how this would affect communication.

What is their body language like? What small moving parts might aid their body language?

If they have multiple methods of communication, are they all given equal weight, or is one considered higher than others? 

Society How sociable are they? 

If social, what is the usual social structure? 

Are there hierarchies? How strict or relaxed are the roles?

How are disputes usually settled? Is it more common to be violent or appease the other party? 

If not social, what is the reaction to being with other individuals? Do they become aggressive or stressed? Do they tolerate each other? 

What is the usual size of a community? Do they have communities at all? 

Do they have an in-group vs out-group mentality? If so, how strong is it? This generally relates to how scarce or plentiful resources were during their evolution, and how territorial their ancestors were.

What kind of bonds do they form? 

On the spectrum of individualistic to community-oriented, where do they fall?

Do they have a strong sense of personal identity? Think about how this might tie in with the previous question. 

What are the main things they derive identity from? Occupation, gender, family ties, etc?

Do they have names? If yes, how are these names formed? Are they given by another party or chosen by the individual?

Have they domesticated any creatures? If so, what do they use these creatures for?

Do they have any unusual relationships with other creatures on their planet (beyond predation, parasitism or mutualism)?

Do they produce art? What are their main forms of artistic expression? Think about how this will be linked to their main sense(s), communication method, and/or primary manipulators.

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GLOSSARY Primary manipulator: Main body part used to manipulate objects, e.g. hands in humans, trunks in elephants, feet in parrots.

Sedentary: Inactive, staying in the same place.

Caste (reproductive): A group within a species with differences in body type and reproductive ability.

Symbiosis/Mutualism: Interactions where both parties benefit, e.g. cleaner fish getting a meal in exchange for picking irritating parasites off larger fish.

Aestivate: To become inactive during hot or dry periods, usually involving being sealed in mucus or soil e.g. lungfish, snails. 

Reproductive cycle: Regular hormone fluctuations that affect an animal’s fertility or attitude towards breeding. The cycles can range from months to years and can include things such as antler growth in male deer, heat cycles, and menstruation in humans.

[aspenmissing]

ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ

ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ/ᴊɪɴx x ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ/ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ)

ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ || 4023 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴇxᴘʟᴏꜱɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴄʜᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴊɪɴx, ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴊɪɴx ꜱᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴠᴀꜱᴛᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘʟᴏꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 || ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 || ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 || ​ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ​

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ | ʜᴀʟʟᴜᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

The sun was setting over the bustling streets of Zaun, the deep orange hues of dusk clashing with the smog that constantly clung to the city’s underbelly. Y/N had been sent on a task by Silco: retrieve the cargo from a ship that had docked near the outer docks. It was a simple job, or so it seemed.

However, things never went as planned.

By the time Y/N and her group arrived at the docks, the cargo was no longer theirs to take. Word had gotten out, and an opposing gang had already secured it. The air crackled with tension as weapons were drawn, and a vicious fight broke out.

The opposing gang had the upper hand at first, but Y/N was no stranger to fighting. Her agility and ruthless efficiency helped even the odds, but the fight was messy. She ducked under a swinging knife, slamming the hilt of her own weapon into her opponent’s stomach, sending him sprawling. But there was too much chaos, too many enemies.

A brutal exchange of gunfire erupted. Y/N’s group took cover behind crates and debris, but her pulse raced. Every moment felt like an eternity. Her sharp eyes locked onto the leader of the opposing gang, making her way through the fray with precision. A final clash between the two gangs left several dead and injured, but the cargo was still out of reach.

Barely standing and covered in bruises and blood from the fight, Y/N managed to rally what was left of her group. Retreating, she left the dock with no victory to claim, the cargo still slipping through her fingers.

When she finally returned to her factory, her boots clattered heavily against the cold concrete floor. The door creaked open, and she stumbled inside, her breath ragged, her body bruised and battered. The stench of blood was thick on her clothes as she wiped a smear of blood from her brow, and the harsh, fluorescent lights of the factory only made her injuries more evident.

The sound of metal clanking echoed through the factory as she limped toward the back, where Jinx was always tinkering away in her little workshop. There, surrounded by a mess of tools, gears, and parts, Jinx was lost in her work, humming softly to herself.

Y/N paused for a moment, watching her. Jinx looked up, her bright, manic eyes glinting with curiosity as she noticed the state Y/N was in.

"Woah, rough day?" Jinx's voice was playful, almost too carefree for the situation.

Y/N gave a tired smile, trying to hide how exhausted she truly was. "You could say that," she rasped, her voice hoarse from the fight.

Jinx's eyes widened when she noticed the blood, the bruises, and the cut along Y/N’s cheek. She hopped up from her workbench and rushed over, her face softening for a brief moment. "You're a mess, mom!" She grabbed a nearby cloth and began wiping the blood from her face, working quickly but gently.

"I couldn’t get the cargo," Y/N said, the words feeling heavier than they should. "Another gang beat us to it. Silco won't be happy."

Jinx paused, then gave Y/N a mischievous grin, her usual energy coming back. "Well, maybe we just need to find another way to make it fun, huh? You know, maybe blow something up along the way? That always makes things better!"

Y/N chuckled weakly, but the exhaustion was catching up. She leaned against the workbench as Jinx continued cleaning her up, wiping away the grime and blood.

"Next time," Y/N whispered, "we’ll make sure they don’t get the drop on us."

The hours dragged on in the factory, the air heavy with the hum of machines and the faint smell of oil. Y/N had just finished stitching up her last cut when the door slammed open, its harsh sound vibrating through the concrete walls. Silco stood in the doorway, his presence commanding and unmistakable, but his usual composed demeanor had been replaced with something raw. Anger. Concern. Fear, barely held in check.

Y/N froze at the sight of him. Her heart skipped a beat, and her hand faltered for a moment as she finished her work, the sting from the wounds a distant reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. She had seen Silco furious before, but this felt different. This wasn’t just about the failure—it was about her.

"Y/N!" His voice, rough with emotion, cut through the silence, sharp as a blade. "Where the hell have you been?" His gaze swept over her, noting the blood, the bruises, the way she stood, clearly exhausted and hurt. "I sent you on a simple job. Why the hell didn’t you report in? I thought... I thought something happened to you."

Y/N's chest tightened as she met his eyes, feeling the weight of the worry there. She hadn’t realized how much Silco could care about her safety—how much the uncertainty of her well-being might affect him. His words hit harder than anything she’d endured out in the field.

"I'm here," she muttered, trying to steady herself despite the exhaustion that clung to her like a second skin. "I’m fine, Silco. The cargo... another gang got to it first. We fought for it, but we lost. I couldn’t bring it back. I didn’t think you needed to hear it until I was back."

Silco’s gaze flickered between her and the bloodstains that marred the concrete floor. His jaw clenched as he processed her words, the rage simmering beneath the surface, but now tinged with something else. A flicker of relief? Worry? It was hard to tell, but there was no mistaking the tension in his posture.

"You didn’t think I’d need to hear it?" Silco’s voice was tight, frustration evident in every word. "I didn’t know if you were dead or alive. You didn’t check in, didn’t send a damn message... I was starting to think the worst."

Y/N’s heart sank, understanding now. This wasn’t about the job. It was about her. About Silco’s fear that she might not make it back. His anger faded slightly, replaced by something deeper, something she hadn’t expected to see from him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, the weight of her silence settling in. "I got caught up. I didn’t want to worry you, but I should’ve—"

Silco cut her off, his voice softening, but only slightly. "You should’ve reported in." He stepped closer, his dark eyes scanning her face, taking in the bruises, the cut along her cheek, the exhaustion that weighed on her like a thousand bricks. His hands were steady as he reached for her chin, gently tilting her head upward, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His thumb brushed lightly over the bruise on her cheek, the action tender in a way that sent a chill through her. "You think I don’t care about you?" His voice dropped to a near whisper, the words almost fragile in the stillness between them. "I don’t give a damn about the cargo if you’re not safe. Don’t make me lose you over some senseless fight."

Y/N swallowed hard, her chest tightening with the enormity of his words. She could feel the weight of his care pressing down on her, something she hadn’t realized she needed until that moment. Silco rarely showed this side of himself, but when he did, it was disarming. Vulnerable, in a way that made her want to reach out and steady him.

"I’ll be more careful," she promised, her voice hoarse from both the exhaustion and the gravity of their conversation. "Next time, I’ll make sure you know I’m alive."

Silco didn’t say anything for a long moment. His eyes remained locked on hers, the fire of his anger now a faint ember beneath a layer of something softer. He exhaled, the tension that had gripped him easing just a little as he studied her face, his thumb gently tracing the outline of the bruise on her cheek.

"Don’t make promises," he finally muttered, his voice low, the softness lingering in it. "Just don’t keep me in the dark next time."

Y/N nodded, her chest tight with something she couldn’t name, something between guilt and relief. She had never been in a position where Silco’s care for her had been so clear, so direct.

As the silence hung between them, Silco’s hand remained on her chin, his thumb brushing over her skin with a tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine. Then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, he pulled her close, his arms encircling her tightly, as though trying to keep the world—and his fear—at bay.

Y/N froze for a moment, shocked by the sudden closeness, but then she melted into him, her face pressed against his chest as he held her with an intensity that made her heart race. She could feel the steadiness of his breath, the rhythm of his heartbeat, grounding her in a way she didn’t expect.

"I would’ve hated for the last time we were alone to have been a fight," Silco murmured into her hair, his voice low and steady, but with an unmistakable edge of sincerity. "I’d never forgive myself if that was it."

Y/N nodded against him, the words settling deep inside her. This moment, this unexpected tenderness, was something she never expected from him. She had always seen Silco as a force, a man with an unyielding drive. But now, standing in his arms, she saw another side of him—the one that cared, fiercely, about her safety, about her life.

"I won’t let it happen again," she whispered back, her voice muffled against his chest, her heart steadying as she breathed in the scent of him. "I’ll always come back to you."

In that moment, the factory, the bruises, the chaos—they all seemed so far away.

The hideout was bathed in a dim, flickering light as the air hummed with tension. The chaos inside Jinx’s mind mirrored the storm outside. Her hands trembled as they clutched a broken toy in front of her, eyes wide and unfocused. Her breath came in shallow gasps, the voices swirling louder, more insistent. Her chest tightened as they pressed in, suffocating her.

"Jinx…" Mylo’s voice came first, soft and familiar, but it was twisted, distorted. "You always mess it up. You’re nothing without us…"

Her head jerked as if she could escape the voice, but it only seemed to grow stronger. Her fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into her skin.

Claggor's voice cut through, his tone like a distant memory. "It's your fault we're dead. You killed you You never could."

Jinx’s eyes darted around the room, trying to focus, trying to push away the overwhelming pressure of the hallucinations, but it was as if the walls themselves were closing in on her. Every shadow seemed to mock her, every sound turned into a distorted echo. She could hear the footsteps of those who had left her, could almost feel them standing just behind her.

Vander's voice came next, he deep, resonant voice, firm but filled with a sadness that gnawed at her. "You got them all killed. I looked after you. Took you in with welcome arms. And this is how you repay me. You are a monster"

"No!" Jinx cried out, pressing her hands against her ears, trying to block out the voices that circled her mind like vultures. "No, no, no, you’re wrong!" Her words were a desperate, frantic plea. Her breathing quickened, panic rising within her as tears began to spill down her cheeks.

And then, a figure stepped out of the shadows, her presence like a weight in the air. Jinx turned toward her, eyes wide and frantic. It was her sister, Vi. But something was different. Vi’s face was twisted in anger, eyes hard and unrecognizable. Her fists were clenched at her sides, her posture defensive, accusatory.

"Why didn’t you listen to me" Vi’s voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of the hallucinations. "I told you to stay home. And because of you, they're all dead!"

Jinx’s heart clenched in her chest. The image of her sister—the one person who could ground her—was slipping through her fingers, distorted, unreachable. "Vi, please… no. I didn’t mean to… I didn’t want this. I’m sorry."

The hallucination of Vi stepped forward, her face hardening. "Sorry won’t fix anything. You’ve already ruined everything because you're just a JINX!"

"No!" Jinx screamed, falling to her knees, her hands clutching her head as if she could physically force the voices out. The word Jinx echoed around her, coming from every direction, distorting with cruel laughter. "Please, stop… Stop, stop, STOP!"

In the midst of the cacophony, Jinx’s breath hitched as she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder—warm, steady. It was real. She could feel it. She turned, her tear-filled eyes meeting the concerned gaze of the one person who had vowed to always be there for her—her mother, Y/N, standing behind her.

"Jinx," Y/N’s voice was soft, grounding, like a lifeline in the storm. "Jinx, come on, Powder. I’m here."

The voices seemed to fade, the shadows retreating just slightly as Y/N’s presence pulled Jinx from the edge. The weight of the hallucinations still lingered, but they no longer pressed on her as suffocatingly as before.

Jinx looked up at her mother, her chest heaving, her body trembling with exhaustion and raw emotion. "I... I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just… I just can’t stop it."

Y/N knelt beside her, wrapping her arms around Jinx and pulling her close. "There’s nothing wrong with you, Jinx. You’re not broken. You’ve been through so much, but you’re not alone in this fight. I’m right here, every step of the way."

Jinx buried her face in Y/N’s shoulder, tears streaming freely now, her body shaking with the weight of everything she had been holding in. "I’m scared, Mama. What if I can’t get better? What if I lose everyone again?"

Y/N tightened her hold on Jinx, kissing the top of her head softly. "You don’t have to do this alone, Jinx. You’re loved, just as you are. You always have been, and you always will be. I’m not going anywhere."

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Jinx let herself go, sobbing freely in her mother’s arms, the hallucinations no longer able to drown her in their cruel whispers. Y/N held her through it, knowing that this was just one battle in the war of her mind, but she would always be there to fight beside her.

The dim glow of The Last Drop cast long shadows across the room as Y/N and Sevika sat in a quiet corner, the clinking of glasses and murmur of patrons muffled by the thick walls. They had been talking for hours, the conversation drifting from one topic to the next, but there was an unspoken tension hanging in the air. Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that the fragile peace she’d managed to build with Jinx was beginning to crack.

Sevika, ever the stoic presence, leaned back in her chair, her mismatched arms crossed over her chest, a half-empty bottle of something strong sitting between them. She had been a steady presence in their lives, a protector of sorts, even if her rough exterior sometimes hid that side of her. She wasn’t one to offer reassurances or sentimental words, but Y/N knew Sevika cared—her actions spoke louder than any words ever could.

"So," Y/N began, her voice softer than usual, her gaze drifting toward the door where Jinx had been last seen, the faint sound of her laughter—hollow, manic—still lingering in the back of Y/N’s mind. "I need to ask you something, Sevika."

Sevika raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "What’s on your mind?"

Y/N hesitated, the weight of the words she was about to speak sinking deep into her chest. Her gaze flicked briefly to Jinx’s empty chair before returning to Sevika’s unwavering stare. "If anything were to happen to me…" She swallowed hard, the words thick in her throat. "I need you to look after Jinx."

Sevika’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of surprise flashing across her face before it disappeared. She sat up straighter, her voice low and steady. "You’re not going anywhere, Y/N. Don’t talk like that."

"I know," Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper, the concern evident in her tone. "But if the worst does happen, I can’t have her alone. She… she’s not the same. Her mind is… slipping, Sevika. I’ve seen it. The voices. The paranoia. She’s starting to unravel, and I can’t protect her from everything. I know Silco will try to help in his own way, but I’m not blind to the fact that, when things get too heavy, he’ll likely retreat to his office, locked away from it all. Jinx… she’ll need someone to stay with her when that happens."

Sevika studied her for a long moment, a rare vulnerability showing in her gaze. She didn’t have to ask the details—Y/N knew Sevika understood the silent battle Jinx was fighting inside her own head. The manic episodes, the hallucinations, the overwhelming guilt that twisted her mind. Sevika had seen it too, though she was more pragmatic about it, never one to show much emotion toward Jinx’s spirals.

Finally, Sevika nodded, her voice gruff but sincere. "I’ll keep an eye on her. You have my word. I won’t let her fall apart alone."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her, though it was bittersweet. "I know you can’t fix her, Sevika. But just… just be there for her. She needs someone who won’t run from her when things get too dark. Someone who won’t be scared of the mess she’s become. She needs stability."

"Don’t worry," Sevika replied with a grunt, though there was a softness to her tone now. "I’m not going anywhere, either. I’ll look after her. I promise."

Y/N gave a small, grateful smile, but it quickly faded as she glanced back toward the door, knowing Jinx was somewhere in the hideout, lost in her own world. "Thank you, Sevika. You’re one of the few people I trust with her. I just… I want her to have someone when I can’t be there anymore."

Sevika didn’t offer any more words, but the weight of the promise hung in the air between them. She wasn’t one to offer comforting words, but Y/N knew that Sevika’s loyalty was unwavering. If anything were to happen, Jinx would be in good hands, even if the road ahead was uncertain.

"I’ll take care of her," Sevika repeated, her tone final, as if sealing the promise between them.

Y/N nodded, a deep sense of relief washing over her, knowing that Jinx wouldn’t be alone, no matter what happened. She could only hope that, with Sevika's help, her blue-haired girl she sees as a daughter would find her way back from the darkness before it consumed her completely.

The sky was darkening as Y/N made her way to the bridge, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. The same bridge where so many lives had been lost all those years ago—where the rebellion had taken everything from them. And now, it seemed, history was repeating itself. The distant sounds of explosions and shouting told Y/N everything she needed to know: Jinx was causing chaos again — caught in her spiralling mind, tearing through anything in her path.

As Y/N reached the edge of the bridge, she saw her in the distance. Jinx was laughing maniacally, her wild eyes flicking back and forth between the people she was tormenting. It was as if she hadn’t even noticed the growing danger around her, the imminent threat of death on every side.

Y/N’s heart twisted in her chest, but she knew she had to act fast. She couldn’t lose her now—not like this. She dashed forward, her feet pounding against the old, cracked stone of the bridge, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to close the distance between herself and Jinx.

"Jinx!" she called, her voice cutting through the chaos. "You need to stop! Now!"

Jinx’s head snapped around, her manic smile widening as she saw her mother approaching. "Y/N!" she screamed, her voice high and twisted, filled with a mix of excitement and something darker, more desperate. "Come join the fun!"

Y/N’s heart sank as she saw the look in Jinx’s eyes. The girl she once knew—the one who had loved and trusted her—was slipping further away, lost to the madness that was consuming her. But Y/N wasn’t going to give up. Not now. Not when her daughter was so close to the edge.

Without thinking, Y/N lunged forward, dodging the debris and smoke as the sound of another explosion ripped through the air. She caught sight of Jinx as she stepped too close to the edge of the bridge, unaware that the blast from a nearby explosion was heading straight for her. Y/N’s instincts kicked in just as the ground beneath them shook, sending chunks of debris flying through the air.

"POWDER!" Y/N cried out, her voice barely audible over the roar of the explosion.

But it was too late.

Y/N acted on pure instinct, her body moving before her mind could catch up. She shoved Jinx roughly, throwing her out of the blast’s path, but the explosion was too powerful. Debris rained down on them, large chunks of metal and stone tearing through the air, and Y/N felt the crushing weight of the wreckage slam into her. She crumpled to the ground, gasping for air as she felt the sting of metal against her skin.

Jinx froze, her wide eyes locking onto her mother as the dust and smoke from the explosion began to settle. The sounds of the bridge and the chaos around them were drowned out by the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears. She blinked, unable to process what had just happened. Her mother, the only person who had ever truly protected her, was lying there, crushed beneath the debris.

Jinx’s mind seemed to fracture in that moment, her vision blurring as her world spun. Her heart pounded in her chest, and for the briefest moment, she saw her mother—Felicia—exactly as she had when Jinx had last seen her, dying in the same position, blood staining the cracked stone beneath her.

A flash of memory flooded her mind—the same bridge, the same loss. She had been just a child, hiding behind the wreckage, seeing her mother and father’s bodies sprawled across the ground, knowing they would never come back. And now, here she was again, staring at her mother—Y/N—pinned beneath the rubble, a cold realization settling in her chest.

“No… no, no!” Jinx screamed, her voice raw with panic. Her trembling hands reached out, desperately trying to clear the debris from her mother’s body, her heart racing with every inch of progress she made. The images of the past, of her parents’ deaths, of that devastating moment when she was left alone with no one to turn to, came crashing back in waves.

But there was no time to wallow in the memories. Y/N’s breathing was shallow, her body barely moving beneath the weight of the rubble. Jinx had no choice. She couldn’t lose her again—not like this.

“Come on, come on,” Jinx muttered to herself as she tore away the debris, her hands covered in dirt and blood, her mind racing. "You can’t— You can’t leave me too… I… I can’t do this alone."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jinx pulled the last of the wreckage away. She gasped when she saw Y/N’s face, pale and bloodied. Her hands shook as she touched her mother’s face, a sob tearing free from her throat.

“Mama!” Jinx cried, her voice breaking. "Please, don’t go. I can’t lose you."

"MAMA!"

[mushyblushyredhead]

if u got a tickle facehugger, how bout a straight up tickle xenomorph? :>

Waaay ahead of ya 😉 but YESYESYESYES

Behold! BIG FLUFFY BABEY 🖤 (this is an old ask, last self-indulgent thing before I get back to the important stuff lol) …info dump below X3

STAGE 4: XENOMORPH aka “Lee-nomorph”

Object class: Safe

Height: 7ft

• The final stage of Xenomorph development.

• After chestburster period, the developing babies will promptly shed its remaining skin and fur as it fully matures.

• Growth rate is astonishingly fast; baby chestbursters can grow to full Xenomorph size in under 10 minutes.

• Once it reaches peak maturity, the now adult Xenomorphs will isolate themselves in a cozy spot to sleep for about 2 hours (best described as a “food coma”)

• Once they awaken, however, they are racked with hunger and will seek out the nearest food source (prone to tickle wrecking their human host first, but will not object to tickling others nearby as well)

• Feeds off of human laughter, but can also consume some sweet foods and beverages as well (Previous encounters claim Xenomorphs love sour gummy candy and M&Ms, and one report says a Xenomorph ate an entire carton of chocolate milk from the cafeteria——the carton included)

NOTICEABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS

Xenomorphs are distinguishable by their elongated furry heads and infamous inner extendable mouth. They have fur covering their entire bodies that is very soft to the touch. Long, feathery dorsal spikes protruding its back are still unknown for what purpose they serve. And long feather-ended tails serve to either securely restrain a victim’s limbs or use the feather end as a tickle tool.

The most noticeable trait a Xenomorph possesses is its extendable inner mouth, which it uses to give raspberries to its ticklish victims. This seems to be its favorite tactic when it comes to tickling humans as Xenomorphs love giving raspberries.

Despite not having visible eyes, Xenomorphs are very agile tickle monsters. They have an excellent sense of hearing, and can pick up the sounds of muffled giggles very easily, even from afar. Xenomorphs are very stealthy and can easily sneak up on unsuspecting victims.

PERSONALITY

Even though Xenomorphs are noticeably bigger and stronger than humans, they are very gentle creatures. Xenomorphs love physical affection (e.g. pets, cuddles, scratches under the chin, & belly rubs) and will continuously nudge you when they want to be pet.

Xenomorphs are very playful aliens that love to tickle attack humans. They like a good chase, and prefer to “play with their food” by chasing a human to cause flustered anticipation.

These aliens get their infamous nicknames “Lee-nomorph” by injecting a harmless, non-stinging venom through their fangs that puts humans in a lee mood. The only downside is your ticklishness will be dialed up as a result, even those who aren’t ticklish.

Once they’ve had their fill, Xenomorphs will pull you in for aftercare snuggles. It’s best to lay there and enjoy a nice nap alongside the alien instead of trying to break from the snuggle trap otherwise the Xenomorph may mistake your excess fidgeting for wanting more tickles.

Just like facehuggers, Xenomorphs will also spew corrosive acid if they see their favorite humans in danger. Xenomorphs will turn hostile, and will not hesitate to use to use their powerful jaws to bite through metal, crush through bones, or even use their inner extendable mouth to mutilate someone’s skull. Xenomorphs are loyal and will go to great lengths to protect the humans they love. 💚

[gingersnap-17]

Life After War (Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader)

Authors Note: Hi everyone! I am so sorry it has been such a long time! I recently got married, and me and my husband have been working full time, so I have not really had any time to write! But, my goal is to write at least one to two stories per week! I know I usually write JJK stuff, but today I am going to write a short story around the Attack on Titan world!

Summary: After the battle of Heaven and Earth, Levi has been having a hard time adjusting to life. But, thanks to Y/N, post war life has been easier.

Word Count: 1276

In the aftermath of the Battle of Heaven and Earth, the world had changed drastically. The titans were gone, and the remnants of humanity began to rebuild their lives in a world free from the fear that had oppressed them for so long. However, for Levi Ackerman, the struggle was far from over. The battle had left him with severe injuries, both visible and hidden deep within his soul.

Levi’s body was a testament to the brutality of war. His once agile and powerful frame was now marred with scars and stiffened by the lingering pain of his wounds. His right hand, a vital tool for his blade work, was damaged beyond repair. The bandages that covered his injuries were a constant reminder of his limitations, a bitter pill for someone who had always relied on his physical prowess. The stoic captain found himself in an unfamiliar place: vulnerable and dependent.

Levi spent most of his days in a small, modest apartment in a city that was untouched by the rumbling, far from the small island he once called home. The apartment was a gift from Gabi, Falco, and Onyankopon. A place where he could find solace and recover at his own pace. Despite the peaceful surroundings, Levi was restless. He felt caged by his injuries, haunted by the faces of those he had lost, and burdened by a future that seemed uncertain.

Luckily though, Levi still had you in his life. Out of all the friends and comrades he has had over the years, you were the one who managed to survive and stick by his side. The two of you had been in a romantic relationship only two months after the discovery of the Ocean and lands beyond Paridis. 

Despite the tranquil setting, Levi's restlessness was palpable. Each day, the battle replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of bloodshed and loss. The faces of fallen comrades haunted him, their sacrifices etched deeply into his memory. He often found himself staring at the bandages on his hand, a grim reminder of his altered reality.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, you entered the apartment. You had been out getting some groceries, hoping to lift Levi’s spirits with some of his favorite foods and of course his favorite tea. The moment you walked in, you could sense his unease. His eyes, though still sharp, held a distant look, as if he were lost in a world of his own making.

"Levi," you called softly, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter. "I brought some tea. Thought it might help you relax."

He turned to you, his gaze softening slightly. "Thank you," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. "You always know what I need."

You approached him, taking a seat beside him on the small sofa. "How are you feeling today?" you asked, gently placing your hand on his.

He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "It's...difficult," he admitted. "Being like this, unable to do the things I used to...it’s frustrating."

You only nod your head, standing up to prepare some tea for him. Over the years, you learned how to make tea to his liking. “I know how this has been hard on you, but you have my love and support, and the love and support of other people who care deeply for you.”

Levi watched as you prepared the tea, the familiar routine providing a small measure of comfort. He appreciated your unwavering support, though he struggled to express it in words. As you handed him the steaming cup, he took it gratefully, savoring the aroma.

"Thank you," he said again, this time with a bit more strength. "I don't say it enough, but I’m grateful for you every day."

You smiled warmly, giving him a kiss before sitting back down beside him. "And I'm grateful for you too. We'll find a way to move forward together. It has been hard and it has taken some time, but we are all figuring out this new life."

He only gave a quiet nod in response, which was something you had expected and grown quite used to over the years. The rest of the evening, the two of you sat together in the peace of your apartment, sharing positive memories of life before the war.

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As the days turned into weeks and then months, Levi began to find solace in the small, simple pleasures of life. One day, while you were out for a walk together, Levi stopped in front of a quaint, abandoned shop. The building was worn and dusty, but it had a certain charm to it.

"This place," Levi said, looking at it with a contemplative expression. "It could be something...something good."

You held onto his arm to help support him as you followed his gaze, seeing the potential in the old shop. "What do you have in mind?" you asked, already having an idea of what he was thinking. This was something he would bring up quite often when you first started your relationship. 

"A tea shop," he replied. "A place where people can come and find a moment of peace. I’ve always found comfort in tea...maybe others will too."

You smiled, making a mental note to yourself that you just knew what he was going to say. "I think that’s a wonderful idea, Levi. We can make it happen."

With determination set on making this space something new, the two of you set to work on transforming the old shop. It was a labor of love, one that brought you both closer together. Levi, despite his injuries, poured his heart into the project. You handled the heavy lifting and intricate tasks, while Levi directed and contributed with his keen eye for detail.

The shop slowly came to life, the walls adorned with simple, elegant decorations and shelves lined with a variety of teas. Levi's favorite blends were prominently displayed, along with some new ones you had discovered together. The space was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the changed world outside.

“In all honesty, I think this place is going to be pretty popular.” You said, putting some books on a bookshelf to give the tea shop more character.

Levi was currently organizing the stock of teas, agreeing to what you had said. “I only hope it does. We spent a lot of our money on this place.”

You smile, heading over to Levi as you gently rubbed his shoulders. “Trust me, everyone will love it here. Besides, this is the first tea shop in town, so I’d expect people to be drawn into our place.” You knelt down next to where Levi was, helping him get a proper stock of each blend. “….What if once a month we can do story time and have the children in this town come with their parents? You could read to them!”

Levi looked at you, giving an unamused look. “I don’t know about that. Kids just pick their nose and make things all dirty.”

You fondly roll your eyes, knowing that your stubborn lover will eventually come around to the idea. “Whatever you say sweetheart.”

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On the day of the grand opening, a small crowd gathered outside the shop. Among them were Gabi, Falco, and Onyankopon, their faces beaming with pride and excitement. As Levi and you stood at the entrance, ready to welcome the first customers, he took your hand in his, a rare but cherished gesture of affection he made in public.

"Thank you," he said softly, looking into your eyes. "For believing in me, and for helping me find a new purpose."

You squeezed his hand, your heart full of love and admiration. "Always, Levi. This is just the beginning."

The doors opened, and people began to fill the shop, their faces lighting up as they took in the serene atmosphere. Levi moved among them with a quiet grace, offering recommendations and sharing stories behind the different teas. You watched him, seeing the man you loved finding joy in bringing comfort to others.

The tea shop quickly became a beloved fixture in the community. It was a place where people could escape the chaos of the world and find a moment of peace. Levi's reputation as a skilled and compassionate host grew, and so did the bonds he formed with the people who visited.

As the sun set on the shop’s first day, you and Levi sat together, sipping tea and reflecting on the journey that had brought you here. The future still held uncertainties, but you faced them together.

In the aftermath of the battle, the world had indeed changed drastically. But amid the ruins, you and Levi had built something beautiful—something that honored the past while embracing the future. And in that small tea shop, you found a haven where love, resilience, and the simple pleasure of a well-brewed cup of tea could heal even the deepest wounds.

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

dick grayson x reader w blood (like kissing his split lip after a fight, u get it)

Oooooo I do get it :3

They/them afab reader babes

This got like, weirdly poetic? I'm not really sure what happened, but this is more esoteric than my usual brand. Hope yo uenjoy all the same!

18+ for smut my loves

Dick spilled through the curtains covering your balcony window with a crash and a bitten off groan. You rush into your living room to see your almost partner splayed on your floor, blood sinking into your carpet. 

  “Fucking Christ!” You yelp, rushing over to his side, hovering nervously over his prone form. 

“Hey, I’m okay” He muttered from your floor.

“Yeah, sure, you going to say something believable this time?” You snap, more out of distress than anger, before taking a deep breath. You can handle this, you know what you’re doing. Probably. You assess his injuries, ignoring whatever dumb shit he has to say to justify the state of him in favor of getting all the wonderful tools afforded to a poor as hell medical student working part time as an EMT.

You work your magic, absently quipping a few jokes here and there as you assess the damage. It’s not as serious as it looks, thankfully. You zone back into reality as you finish cleaning his more severe injuries. He’s giving you a dopey smile that you can’t help but to return, he’s okay. He’s going to be okay. He’s got a lot of superficial cuts, so he looks a bloody mess despite barely losing any blood.

“Am I gonna live doc?” He gives you that lopsided smile that makes you want to kiss him, so you do.

“Idiot” you respond fondly. The coppery taste of blood on his split lip dances across your tongue. A sharp metallic twang that intertwines with a flavor that is uniquely him. You nip his bottom lip, just to hear him groan and just to feel his fingers tighten around your plush hips. He leans in, positioning himself in your lap. Hard, muscle-corded thighs splaying wide over your thick ones.

“You’re so soft.” He whispers in your ear, nipping it almost meanly, smearing blood down your neck as he places little kisses and sucks bruises on your skin, hand threading into your hair. You press your fingers into a wound on the inside of his arm, just to watch him tense. You still gasp when he pulls your hair back, when he digs his teeth into your neck and rocks his hip forward. You love when he gets like this, when the endorphins and relief of making it through a night almost gone horribly wrong go straight to his head and his cock. “And you’re so needy.” You take his hands in your own, placing them on your hips, just beneath your night shirt. He squeezes them, kneads his fingers into you, always fixated on how your body differs so much from his own. Dick leans in to kiss you again, this one slower, more considerate as he rolls his hips into yours, hands drifting up to trace the scars from top surgery,  then over your sensitive nipples, pinching and twist with a smug and bloodied grin that has you grabbing his arousal with a firm grip that makes him whimper, and makes the smug grin melt into those pretty watery blue eyes getting wide and pleasing. His long agile fingers drift lower, across your stomach and slipping beneath your waist band to stroke your clit and get his fingers slick enough to press into you at a pace just shy of desperate. He’d figured out all your sweet spots a long time ago, so even with the haze of endorphins and lust cast over his mind, he finds them easily. He presses into your hand eagerly, seemingly unable to help himself as you lick up the blood beading lazily on his open wounds. You’ll have to clean him after, when he’s plaint and clingy, but it won’t be hard. This is one of the few circumstances where he allows you to take care of him easily. You lean into whisper praise in his ear, you tell him how good he is, how he’s being so sweet for you, how he’s so lovely like this, and he starts to fall apart. Neither of you last long like this, a little slice of time where there;s no ego or competition. Where neither of you is scared of your wants, or worried about driving each other away. You fall apart in each other’s hands, clothes still on, because like this there’s no pretense. You’re just glad he’s here. Your love allowing him to covet tenderness. His vulnerability allowing you to covet the feeling of being needed. Of being irreplaceable. Your orgasm washes over you like honey sluggishly warming your veins. You lean against each other for awhile. The floor is cold and uncomfortable beneath your knees which are pressed in an uncomfortable fold. You hold each other despite the blood and sweat soaking your clothes, stick and gross, because in the face of the simple euphoria of loving human contact none of that matters. When reality creeps in, city breathing with cars and lights just outside of your window, you both drag yourself to the bathroom. You wash his hair of the dirt and grime, of thee smokey, ripe city air. He washes his blood off your hands, He cleans your body and you clean his soul. You collapse into your bed together, wrapped tight in each others arms- neither willing to go in between dreams, nightmares, and the waking.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hear me out… the reader pegging Uihoy or Vic’tao 🤔

Tables Have Turned

Pairing: Vic'tao (male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: pegging (Duh), knots, anal, sub!Vic’tao, Dom!Reader, praise, pet name (Pretty boy, love, lover boy, etc…), talks about milking (like draining him of his sperm). Let me know if I miss any!

Word Count: 3580

Summary: Vic likes to act all dominate, like he's the top dog on the ship. If you know his hidden spots, you can turn the dominate male into a begging slut.

Author Note: So I’m choosing Vic for this. I looked at my master list for him and it’s looking a bit bare compared to Uie. Poor boy needs some love. And he’s not as much into pegging as Uihoy but he’ll indulge you. I also want him to be tied up some more at our expense.

Masterlist

Ao3

Like the position he’s place you into countless times, Vic’tao was stuck, tied, and restrained. These ropes, tested at their full strength, held up to peek male Yautja strength. A pair of cuffs held his hands behind his back, entwined in rope as well. Said material was soft against their scales. Though durable, it was wrapped beautiful to create a pattern that worked well to keep him trapped.

A few tools were laid out by his side. Everything needs to work a well endowed Yautja-like cock into his ass. It took a little convince and reassuring to make sure he was comfortable with this.

Once you got the go ahead, you were already planning everything you would do him. Anything to get him back on his knees, in this same position. Ass up, face down.

Between his slightly opened legs hung his long, bright green cock. It fit his stature. Tall, lean, agile. The green the same shade as the color of his blood. Perfect to reach all those spots deep inside of you and even further to reach your guts. You softly grasped the thicker base of his cock, his dormant knot slightly squeezy in your hold.

A large vein was popping out underneath his knot. You ran the soft pad of your finger against it and watched at the Yautja at your mercy squirmed and writhed at that touch alone. Despite loving the way the two of them pound you into the sheets or whatever surface was suitable for, seeing either of them like this did things to you.

“Look at you, so sensitive just from that,” you teased with a light tone and squeezed his knot again.  He growled with clicks and pulled at his restraints. All it would take was one word to stop all of this, Vic knew this.

“Of course I am, touching my dick like that,” he snapped back you, hands flexing in the cuffs but unable to break the metal. You ran both your thumb and dull nail down the length of his twitching shaft. Vic’tao grunted and struggled more against his bonds but couldn’t get the material to snap like last time. Trial and error to get you here. “By Paya’s name, you’re going to be the death of me, little hunter.”

You couldn’t help the sly smirk on your face. “If all it takes is a single finger on the underside of your cock, you might need to toughen up, love.” Vic’tao growled again, lean muscles flexing still. Determined as he was, the rope would not bend to his will.

“I could say the same about my fingers filling that tight hole of yours. It’s dripping, isn’t it?” he snarked and still tried to act tough in a position he was at your will in. You giggled and pinched the cone shaped head of his cock. It jumped in your grasp and slapped against his belly. His hips rutted down into your hand and rubbed the precoat slick covering his cock onto your skin.

The Yautja gave an undignified cry. Small beads of precum drippled out to coat your fingers. You swiped what you could and licked it off in one fell swoop. Salty with a tang that just Vic’tao, Vic’tao. “You could easily beat me with how much your leaking yourself, lover boy. You need to save some for me though. Don’t you want to fill up my hole?” You leaned down to his ear while a hand ran up the length of his spine then back down. “Breed me? Full me with your seed? Watch as if leaks out only for you to fuck it back into me to make sure it takes?”

Vic’tao howled. His pulse shooting skyward. He pulled together every ounce of his strength together and strained once more against both the rope and cuff. They groaned and rattled under the peek male in his prime but thankfully held. True to Uihoy’s word, these ones would work for the occasion.

As his mate for the last two years, you knew what did it for him. Breeding for Uihoy and Vic’tao are extremely high. It comes down to their very DNA. Yet, for Vic’tao, its worse. Want to get him riled up? Talk about breeding you. His seed deep inside of you. Then, if you don’t have him in a position as of now, you would be bent over just the same and filled. Just like how you said. Bred.

Vic’tao doesn’t kid around when it comes to breeding.

Deep, lung filled breaths panted from the straining male. Yet, he realized he could not get out of ropes on his own. “Untie me, now. Tressure. Now.” Without the safe word in the mixture, you brushed him off with a grin. He snarled so loudly it vibrated the air itself, like a gator bellowing. “I’m going to pauk you until you can’t think, can’t walk, can’t pauk-de talk. All you’ll remember is my name. That’s all.”

See? Just a mention about breeding has the male more than ready to stuff his cock into you, knotting deep. You giggled and patted the plush fat of his ass. “I love seeing you like this. Thinking you’re the one in charge. But when I’m milking you of your worth, it’ll be you who can’t even think. Nothing more than my cock plowing your ass into tomorrow,” you promised and ghosted your fingers over the tight ring of muscles. His lower back muscles tense and drew that part away from you touch.

“You won’t shy away from my touch much longer. I’ll have you bouncing back to each of my thrusts in a little bit, love.” The Yaujta growled again and strained against the ropes but with less strength this time. He must be finally coming to the realization he can’t win.

Watching as the male submit to your control was sweeter than candy. A grin was plastered to your face and nothing could wipe it off.

With one of your hands, you pulled his cock out from between his legs and leaned down. Soft, supple lips encased his pointed tip and sucked. Precum dripped into your waiting mouth. Your tongue ran a line on his slit.

A pitiful whine surpassed his lips. He wanted more. You smirked around his head and suckled like a calf on the head. His thigh muscles tensed and trembled. But even if he could close them despite the small bar keeping them open, you were just out of reach. You pulled back, saliva and precum connecting you to his hard cock. He released another weak noise. “Little hunter, please,” he pleaded, already.

The slit of the head of his cock was extremely sensitive. You knew to use this against him to get him begging in seconds.

Over to the side, you reached over and pick up a rubber zip tie of sorts. With their different anatomy, it took a little experimenting to see what works best. Then, you tied it around the very base of his cock, further down than his deflated knot and tightened it accordingly. He squirmed in your hold.

“Don’t-don’t use that. Please, anything but that,” he mewled and panted.

You laughed and patted his backside. “I can’t have you spilling so quickly. I want this to last. You know how the end is when you wait.” With their balls internal, this is the best you could to edge him with less worry of him coming before you wanted him to. You leaned down and gave a sucking kiss on his knot. He choked on a gasp, whole body shuddering.

Vic’tao knew this. Being edged and forced to wait for the inevitable to erupt from inside of me. He would never admit it but he loved it.

Along the sides of his cock were these small round bumps. They helped stimulate a spot inside of a female Yautja, different compared to a human. For you, they still felt good. You tilted your head and ran a stripe from your tongue up from the base back up to his tip. Your muscle running over each little nub then teasing his slit again. He jumped in your hold.

At this point, he looked painfully hard. His veins growing more prominent the long you teased him. Drool freely poured from his panting mouth. His eyes glazed over and dazed. A sight you were happily drinking.

Cool lube coated your fingers generously. You placed a clean hand on the plump flesh of one of his cheeks and rubbed the lubed digits around his puckered hole. The bright green cock between his legs slapped against the taunt muscles of his belly. You softly petted his butt. “Relax, I’m going to take good care of you, okay?” you cooed to the blissed male in your hands.

He whined and dazedly nodded his head, wiping more drool on the sheets below him. “Such a good boy,” you praised your lover. In return, he keened, head raising off of the bed. “There he is. You ready for my fingers?” Vic’tao rapidly nodded his head and pushed back on your hands.

Carefully, you slowly prodded his hole and pushed only a finger in. Instantly, you knew he could handle two but decided this time to go slow. It was rapture the way your digit disappeared inside of him. You slowly pulled out and began a soft rhythm that would loosen him up.

It didn’t take long for him to rut back on your single figure. You stopped him though and slickened up another digit before using it to stretch him all the same. He clenched down on your presence inside of him. That caused the muscles to flutter around your fingers, nearly forcing you further into him if it wasn’t for your knuckles.

Between his legs, you ghosted the tips of your fingers down the underside of his cock. Your lover jumped then tried to grind down on any part of you giving him friction. You decided to push him and added another finger. Three in total stretching hole for when you pull out the strap on that was the size of a Yautja, it would only give pleasure. As your good boy, he deserved it.

Once all four of your fingers fit comfortably inside of him, you withdrew them. His hole clenched down on nothing. “It’ll be okay. You’re ready to take my cock, love.”  You stood up after grabbing the harness and slipped it on while putting on a show for him.

The thick shaft hung heavy from its own silicon weight between your legs. Lube was used to slick up the whole thing. You stroked it in front of Vic. The Yautja watched with hooded eyes, rapture clawing at his insides. His muscles again squeezing around the lack of fingers or this cock inside of him.

False concern passed over your features. “Oh, what’s wrong? Needing something to fill you? Need my thick cock to stretch you open?” you cooed and knelt in front of him to rub your thumb over the bridge of his brow. He whimpered again and leaned up.

With his long, forked tongue, he licked just the tip of the lubed silicon. If this thing was real, you would’ve probably be groaning and plowing into him immediately afterwards. Which, you were planning to do anyhow. You gave another stroke of the strap on before grabbing at his tresses and pulling them back. This forced him to keep his head more up. “Spit on it,” you growled out.

A dangerous look passing over your features. You shuffled a little closer to and forced more of the dildo into his awaiting, already drooling mouth. In his state, he did his best to slobbering over the material until it dripped with his saliva. You released his dreads and pulled back your hips. “Such a good boy. Getting the strap on all ready for yourself,” you praised him again. He purred choppily and attempted a grin up at you.

You ran your fingertips along his brow again before shuffling behind him again. Due to the height difference, you forced him to sit down on his knees more. This was a beautiful sight to behold. If you had a camera on you, you would happily snatch a photo of this for both you and Uihoy. It wasn’t one you see very often due to the fact he wasn’t very submissive. Uihoy, he likes when he can be lazy. He does get his moment is random energy and plow you until you can’t think. But, Uie’s an old man who wants to live out the rest of his life peacefully.

Slicked up digits prodded his hole again. The muscles around it fluttered in reaction. “Okay, pretty boy. I need you stay relaxed for me. Can you do that?” you cooed softly to him

Underneath you, Vic whined and wiggled his hips the best he could, enticing you. You sat up and grabbed the base of the strap on. It was hefty in your grasp as the pointed head was pressed to his hole. He flinched again. Your other hand came up and ran the length of his spine a couple of times. “Relax, love. I’m going to take great care of you. I’m going to milk your balls dry, take every last drop for my own. Then maybe, I’ll let you breed me before the end of the night.” You grinned as that got the reaction out of him. He tugged at the restraints even though he knows they won’t budge this time.

Both of your hands gripped his narrow waist. Then, you began to push the head into him. A combination of his slobber and the lube easily slid it in until you hit a thicker part of the shaft. Not even your fingers could stretch him that much. Your eyes were glued to the sight of him splitting open for this fake cock attached to your hips.

“I know you can do it, Vicy boy. You’ve done it with Uie before. And he’s got a bigger one than this dinky thing.” The Yautja grunted at the reminder of the stretch his other mate gave him. Uihoy’s size fits his stature as well.

It was the praise he need to allow the rest of it to sink further into him. Your hips pressed skin to skin against his rounded butt. In tandem, the two of you moaned out. Your nails dug into the flesh of his hips, forcing him stay. He wasn’t allowed to move, wasn’t allow to control anything about this. You were in control and he had to take it, take the entire cock yo his ass.

“Yeah, that’s it. Took so well. Got the entire thing inside of you, pretty boy. Such a pretty boy. Want me move?” you questioned and rubbed at his hips again.

“Please, move. Fuck me!” Vic pleaded and strained the metal of his cuffs as the groaned. The material stayed strong though still shook. You grinned and pulled back your hips until only the head stayed inside of his stretched hole. His fingers curled into fists and panted. With a single, strong thrust, the cock was buried deep into him again.

The Yautja howled his cry again. In this position, all he could do was take and take and take. There was no rutting back, no pushing into each thrust. He was strictly at your mercy. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

A grin was plastered to you features as you thrusted into him countless times. You aimed your hips down to ensure the length of shaft rubbed along that sensitive spot deep inside of him. You loved the fact males of both species had their similarities as such. When he groaned, you knew you found it and focused on that spot even more.

Every thrust in, flush with his butt, allowed his digits to touch your stomach. He attempted to grab at what flesh was within reach. Yet, there wasn’t enough for him to hold to. You knew he was scrambling for purchase before the inevitable hit him. Unless the cock ring did its job and kept him from disobeying you so soon.

Between his legs, you reached around his torso and grasped the painfully hard cock. Steel in your hand, you ghosted your fingertips up the underside. Vic twitch in your grasp, cock slapping against his chest again. All the while, you don’t stop moving your hips, driving the thick shaft into him.

You leaned back up and gazed down at the beautiful sight before you. Dulled nails dug into the plush flesh of his cheeks and held them, using them to pull you back into him.

The noises echoing back to you in the safety of your room were downright dirty. The slaps of your hips to his flesh were loud. Vic’tao himself was stentorian. About the loudest you’ve heard him before.

His muscles fluttered around the silicon again, trying to either push it out or swallow more of it. If you had to bet, it was the latter.

“Gonna… gonna come. Let me. Take-take off the damn ring, please. Let me. Wanna breed my little treasure. Let me fill that tight hole,” Vic mumbled and ranted to you in a voice you could barely understand. Even when he’s below you, taking a dildo up the ass, he tries to act like he’s in charge of the situation. Breeding with him is always a big thing for Vic’tao.

“Oh, sweetie. You want to breed me, don’t you?” you teased him and aimed your hips downward again. The muscles that lined his arms flexed with great strength. Your Yautja began to chitter in his language, losing himself to the pleasure. His brain turning to mush.

Once more, you encase his cock with your hand and slowly pumped at the throbbing muscle. He was on the edge; you could tell by the way his moans grew in pitch. More whinny than before, almost like a bat.

One handed, you undid the ziptie clamped down under the growing knot at the base of his cock. “Okay, pretty boy. You can come. Come all over my hand. Then, you’ll get a treat. Be a good boy and come for your mate,” you commanded of him. Your hand returned to stroke his cock, now trying to milk your love for all he’s worth.

His voice cut out as he pitched his head back with a cry. Loads of cum spilled onto the sheets below, staining the material and soaking your hand. You didn’t stop, both in stroking and thrusting. You were determine to take everything he could give.

The sight was beautiful. His muscles clenching around the dildo lodged into him, hitting that special spot that made him see stars.

At this point, his cum just leaked out of him onto the ground. You stopped moving and titled your head to glance at his face. His gorgeous eyes were hidden, closed as he gather whatever was left of him. “You okay, Vicy?” you asked in a softly, low voice. All he gave was a low groan but nothing else to supply he was in pain or discomfort.

A soft smile replaced your grin. You reached with your clean hand to rub your thumb along his cheek bone. “You did so well for me, Vic. Such a good boy. Look all the cum you produced. Imagine that inside of me next time. Don’t you want that.”

“Fuck, treasure. You’re gonna start something I know you can finish,” he grunted. One eye flicked open, still hooded over while he gazed at you. Instead, you shook your head in response.

Carefully, you withdrew your hips and pulled the shaft from him. “No. What we’re going to do is drag your sore ass to the bathroom. Then, I’ll wash you clean, change the sheets, and snuggle you,” you promised the yellow and blue Yautja now in your care. He rumbled deeply in his chest and slightly tugged on his restraint again.

Slowly, meticulously, you unwrapped the rope from his body. Each time a spot had been rubbed raw, you placed a kiss on the area and apologized.

After the last little bit fell, he stood up on his knees first and stretched his arms high above his head. Vic turned around then latched his arms around you and pulled you close to him. At first, you thought he was getting pay back for all the teasing you gave him. But, instead he just held you.

Well, until he rubbed his slick and sticky cock against your stomach, getting the clothing dirty. You scoffed and pushed him away, which he allowed for you to. “Vic! That’s gross,” you scolded and glared at the dark spot on your shirt. “That stuck is hard to wash out properly.” It takes a whole week of soaking in water and some sort of soap to get it out.

Vic chortled then stood, always towering over you. You got to your feet as well. “You know, I’m supposed to be bravely carrying you to the bathtub for a soak,” you mumbled with a teasing smirk. The yellow Yautja raised a brow at you.

“If you want, I can just collapse onto you and see how that words for you,” he jestered back. You set a unheated glare at your mate.

“You and your superhuman strength.” Vic laughed once more at your misfortune.

[e-dubbc11]

Scars

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of childhood trauma, attempted kidnapping, fluff, smooches

Word Count: 1.8K-ish

Summary: Billy comes home while you’re taking a nap, he notices a scar on your ankle and wants to know the story of where it came from

A/N: I found this idea online somewhere. I needed a little help with new ideas and this caught my eye. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The weather outside your window changed quickly from the early afternoon sun immersing the surrounding buildings in its warm light to it disappearing behind the fast moving gray clouds that swallowed up the bright blue sky.

“Where did the sunshine go?” You said out loud to yourself from your penthouse perch, gazing down at the busy city below.

This time of year could be quite unpredictable as far as the weather goes. Late summer was still very hot, sometimes less humid, and could get a little cool at night into the early morning. But also the sun could be blazing in the sky one minute and the next time you looked outside, your once blue sky was now fully covered in dull gray clouds, ready to rain down on top of you.

And then you heard it, the sound of light rain tapping against the window as you gathered everything you needed to give yourself a relaxing home pedicure. You had the bubbling and warming foot spa, the lavender bath salts, moisturizing lotion, and all of the tools you needed.

Soaking your feet after a long day at work felt wonderful. The hot water bubbled under the balls of your feet, massaging away the stress of your day. As you inhaled sharply and let out a forceful exhale, your shoulders relaxed and your eyes closed, tuning everything out except the rhythmic sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

Hopefully, you will be finished before Billy comes home.

**********

Faintly, you could hear the rain drumming against the roof. Earlier, that sound had lulled you to sleep and it was also the first thing you heard as you were starting to stir. After painting your nails, you told yourself you were just going to close your eyes for a minute while they were drying.

An hour later, you didn’t even hear Billy come home.

The strong scent of nail polish hung in the air as he walked through the door. Billy called out to you but you didn’t hear him.

“Baby?” He said softly.

No answer.

Meticulously, Billy put his things away…his keys, jacket, gun. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt sleeves so he could roll them up to his elbows. He followed the scent of nail polish to your shared bedroom and paused in the doorway to briefly watch you while you slept.

Outside, the sky was gloomy and overcast but inside you were his bright spot. You were the warm afternoon sun that danced across his face and made him smile after his dismal ride home.

Billy carefully walked over to the bed, looked at your newly painted toes and smiled because you had painted them black, his favorite. They shined like patent leather even in the dimly lit room. Your hands were resting on your stomach and he watched as your chest rose and fell gently with every breath you took.

He committed to memory the way you looked at that moment, the soft comfortable shorts you were wearing, his hoodie that you constantly stole from him to keep your arms warm, and he loved the peaceful look you had on your face while you slept.

When he looked closely at your ankle, he spotted a triangle shaped scar that he had never noticed before. Billy thought he had memorized every inch of your body but he didn’t remember if you had ever mentioned how you got that one.

Reaching for you with his agile fingers, he lightly and slowly traced the outline of your scar, while desperately trying not to wake you. Billy had a very light touch but between the rain and the slight tickle you felt on your ankle, your eyes gradually fluttered open.

A sly smile stretched across your lips as you looked down and saw him tracing the scar on your ankle.

“Whatcha doin’, handsome?” You asked.

Before turning his head to look at you, Billy smiled and replied, “I was admiring your fresh pedicure when I noticed this scar and I don’t know what it’s from, I thought I knew every mark on your body. Why don’t I know about this one?”

Billy’s tone was somber and his lips pulled back over his teeth like he was upset that he didn’t know all about your scar.

“It’s just an old bicycle injury, Billy. It’s not a big deal.” You replied and shrugged at the same time as you tried to conceal how nervous you were.

Billy brought his gaze up to yours, his endless brown eyes looked like two black ink wells and the muscles in his jaw tensed when he asked about the scar.

“Tell me, my love.” He said with an uncomfortable smile, almost like he knew it wasn’t JUST an old bicycle injury.

“Billy, I don’t know—“ You had started to say before he interrupted you.

“Just tell me what happened, sweet girl.” He said calmly. “It’s ok.”

Trying to smile, you sat upright in bed with your back resting on the headboard. It had been a long time since you had thought about that day.

It was around this time of year, late summer, the sun was high in the sky so it had to have been around lunchtime or a little after when you were outside playing with your brother and your cousin. You were probably around 11 and the three of you were getting ready to ride your bikes back home from the park where you were playing.

You were the oldest, it was your job to watch out for the younger ones, so you let them ride up ahead of you. Once they had turned onto your street, you felt immense relief that you were almost home and that’s when you sensed a car slowly pull up behind you.

And then you heard that voice.

“Hey sweetheart, you lost? Anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?” He had said with an evil smile.

“Pretty…” Billy hated that word. As you looked over at him, he had clenched his fist, his face was flushed with rage, while he gripped the blanket on the bed so tight that you thought he may rip it.

You couldn’t recall what the man looked like when he called out to you but you do remember his voice. It sounded like he did nothing but smoke cigarettes all day, it was deep, scratchy and made your skin crawl, like fingernails on a chalkboard.

Nervously shaking your head, you said, “No, I’m fine.”

Your heart was leaping out of your chest and you felt the sweat on your brow about to trickle down your forehead when you decided to make a run for it. When you forcefully pushed down on the bike pedal, your foot slipped and you ended up slicing your ankle on the jagged teeth of the pedal which is when another man jumped from the car and tried to grab you.

But you managed to pedal as fast as you could to catch up to your brother and your cousin who were waiting for you around the corner from where the man tried to grab you.

They didn’t follow you and you never saw them again but the memory always came back when the scent of clove cigarettes was in the air, or heard a deep raspy male voice, or felt someone walking behind you.

It was something from your childhood that you never spoke of again until now, not even to your brother or your cousin who were with you that day. And you’ve been looking over your shoulder ever since.

Knowing what Billy had been through as a young child, your entire body tensed watching him seethe with anger. His cheeks were flushed and you could hear him grinding his teeth while still tightly gripping the blanket in between his fingers.

“Billy? Say something, please.” You said, breaking the silence.

He gently kissed the scar on your ankle and crawled from the foot of the bed up to you, pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. His heartbeat pounded against your ear as you melted into his arms and closed your eyes.

“You don’t look over your shoulder when you’re with me, baby.” He said in a slightly confused tone.

You pulled away to snake your arms around his neck and look into his eyes.

With a warm smile, you replied, “Being with you is the ONLY time I don’t look over my shoulder, Billy. Because I know they’d have to get through you to get to me.”

Billy gently pressed his lips to yours which tasted like peppermint. His shoulders relaxed a little as he smiled back and said, “I’ll never let anything happen to you, sweet girl. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

After finally telling someone your secret, the weight of that secret had finally been removed from your chest and you could breathe a little easier now. Your terrifying childhood experience that had been kept inside all of these years was finally out in the open but you were ok with it.

“I love you.” You said in barely more than a whisper as your eyes welled up with tears. “So much, Billy.”

Billy just smiled, lightly brushed his knuckles against your cheek, and kissed you again before saying, “I love you too, sweet girl. And I’ll pay to have that scar removed, just say the word and it will be gone.”

In that moment, you felt so loved, so seen, and understood. All he wanted to do was make sure you were happy, that you were ok, and he would do anything for you to make that happen, even going as far as paying to have your scar removed.

“Oh Billy…that’s so sweet. But my bike probably saved my life, and yes, looking at that scar reminds me of that day but I’m very thankful for that bicycle and the mark it left on me…literally.” You said, trying to smile. “Thank you, my love.”

Although your experience wasn’t the same as Billy’s, he knew it could have been so much worse for you than it was but that didn’t make him any less angry about it. Your only wish was that he had been able to escape his worst nightmare also.

He knew what kind of real life monsters existed in this world and that he may never have had the chance to meet you if they had taken you. You were the person that understood him the most and loved him for exactly who he was. He didn’t even want to think about what his life would be like without you…but he’d never have to.

“Well, if you ever change your mind…” Said Billy, pulling you tight to his chest again.

You would always be there for each other, for love, comfort, or just to listen.

Relaxing into his embrace, you kissed him on the neck, and said with a smile, “I know, baby…I know.”

It felt good to finally let go.

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[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Nochlean

CR 3

Chaotic Evil Medium Fey

Adventure Path: Return of the Runelords: Secrets of Roderic's Cove, pg. 84-85

Creeping through the shadows, slipping past cracked doors, creeping in through windows, and slithering under beds, these cruel and malicious Fey live for the thrill of being the boogeyman that terrorize sleepy little towns at night. Nochleans are rotten through and through, existing only to cause pain, misery, death, and despair with no purpose or reason, compelled by their very nature to vandalize homes, slay pets and livestock, and steal away children in the dead of night. Notably, that last one is explicitly a hobby; nothing is more entertaining for them than watching a family have a breakdown over one of their young ones going missing, and Nochlean gain nothing from the activity--they don't even eat the stolen child, magically convert them into more fey, or demand a ransom! They just do it for the love of the game.

To this end, Nochlean possess the eerie Child Scent ability, able to sniff out humanoid children no matter where they may hide, navigating perfectly through the darkness of any house. Their long nails and dexterous fingers can be used like a set of lockpicks, letting them use their +9 to Disable Device without any actual tools, and their wiry frames and light bodies grant them +12 to Stealth. With the ability to use Spider Climb at 3/day, even hiding one's children on second floors is little defense, and a 3/day Sleep available assures that their stolen cargo remains knocked out... and any parents who barged in to see the fiend are quickly rendered non-issues.

This isn't the only magic available to these fiendish Fey, as they can use Open/Close and Mage Hand at will to mimic hauntings, misdirect anyone looking for them, and pilfer small items with little fanfare. Ventriloquism also allows them to make their words sound like they're coming from everywhere, such as from outside a window, from inside a wardrobe, from under a bed, or from directly behind you when you least expect it. The highest-power spell Nochlean have available to them is usable only once a day, but it's a doozy: Dimension Door. Thankfully, while it's frustratingly useful when the Fey needs to escape the scene of its other crimes, the rules of consenting to magic in Pathfinder are pretty strict: even if a target is knocked out by Sleep, the Nochlean cannot then grab them and D-Door out. The targets of D-Door MUST be willing, even if unconscious, so the kidnappers have to get creative if they want to teleport away with their prizes. Normally this is through their +10 to Bluff, enough to fool most children that aren't immediately frightened by their appearance (or aren't frightened enough into compliance), but if that doesn't work they have little other choice but to do things the hard way.

Like most "bully" Fey, Nochleans are built to be frightening and tricky, but if an enemy isn't intimidated by their bluster or their magical antics, they're more likely to flee than fight. UNLIKE most bully Fey, Nochlean are actually able to fight, they just prefer not to. Their sole offensive action is a pair of claw attacks... but, as mentioned, their lengthy claws are sturdy and sharp enough to be used as tools, and thus deal MORE damage than the average claw attack at 2d6 per strike. Each claw also Grabs whatever is hit, and their lack of Strength is a smokescreen to cover for the fact their Agile Maneuvers feat grants them +10 to grapple checks, letting them hold fast to creatures that would normally be able to escape without issue.

Nochleans are further protected by DR 5/Cold iron, preventing most peasant weapons from dealing meaningful damage to them... but they have a very notable and very pronounced weakness that means even the average 1 Hit Dice citizen has a chance to escape or repel the foul Fey: Music Susceptibility. The exaggerated ears of a Nochlean grant it numerous benefits, such as wrapping around their heads and necks to help disguise their true nature when wandering among mortals, and a +4 to Perception checks, but their heightened hearing also saddles them with a Vulnerability to Sonic and an unpredictable reaction to hearing any music. The book notes that Nochleans cannot stand the sound of music and often try and flee it as swiftly as possible, with even simple whistling acting as a deterrent for one, but their Music Susceptibility tells something of a different story.

It gives anyone near the Nochlean the ability to make a Perform check using (Keyboard, Percussion, Sing, String, or Wind), with the Nochlean then having to make a Will save equal to the Perform result. So long as the music continues to play, the foul Fey suffers a different debuff based on the Perform: Keyboard inflicts sickened, percussion inflicts shaken, string inflicts stagger, wind inflicts confusion... but singing inflicts Rage. While this renders them unable to use any tactics more complicated than running up and clawing at someone and lowers its AC from 15 to 13, it does mean the boogeyman's base damage rises to 2d6+1 AND it gains +5 hitpoints, making it harder to take out and slightly more likely to take someone else with it. All of these debuffs (and one buff) last until the music stops, and given how common lutes (stagger) and flutes (confusion) are among adventuring parties, this frequently allows the players to swiftly pile on and dispatch the fey... provided it doesn't D-Door away.

Of course, perhaps the real problem isn't killing the Nochlean, but finding out where it's been taking people. The book grimly notes that Nochlean steal children just for fun, so many pragmatic ones will actually sell their talents to other vile and unrepentant souls, exchanging their stolen victims for wealth and finery without asking questions. Nochlean serve as good introductory antagonists for a campaign at lower levels and can be run as solo threats (they detest sharing territory with others of their kind), but even more than this, the presence of one can easily expose greater plots and much deeper corruptions going on in the background! We love a good multi-use monster!

You can read more about them here.

[yousadclownofaman]

HIFRIZA (GOBLINS)

Hifriza, or Goblins in the Common Tongue, are one of the five fingers of Orckind (with Orcs, Ogres, Onibao, and Trolls) residing on the main continent of Crodecca, and have spread to inhabit many of the continental archipelago’s sister-islands. Goblins stand shorter than Dwarves when fully erect, but usually lope about with a forward-leaning gait & often employ their long forearms as well to cover ground at alarming speeds. They are intelligent, at least as intelligent as an average human child, with a deep fascination with fire & toolmaking. Their hands are small but startlingly dextrous, and their musculature is lean and well-insulated against cold desert nights with a fine layer of hairs for trapping heat, and another layer of coarser, sparser bristles for protection against insects. Goblins live active lives, siring relatively small batches of offspring at once; they mate & develop at an incredible rate to offset this hiccup.

Groups of Hifriza develop distinct traditions & modes of feeding themselves depending on environmental pressures—there has yet to be recorded, however, even a single Goblin society successfully cultivating crops, or developing agriculture beyond their natural proclivities towards wild seeds, fruits and ground-nuts which they dig from the earth or crudely harvest from trees. It is speculated among Councilarium anatomists that their bodyplan—with relatively narrow shoulder-span and a deep, hatchet-blade shaped chest similar to some canines that allow for swift quadrupedal movement—inhibits the use of complex tools & activities needed to domesticate animals or plant food. Evidence exists to the contrary, at least in regards to complex tool use; Goblin gangs living on the outskirts of settled areas or in close-enough proximity to metropolitan cities have been reported to mimic behavior observed on trade roads. One witness recalls several Hifriza attempting to yoke a docile Oxdrake to a ramshackle cart-and-wagon contraption.

Gangs can be differentiated through visual identifiers; Goblins are highly visual beings, and it’s theorized that some of their compulsive looting behavior may be drawn by this very visual fixation. Tightly organized raiding parties and their families will decorate themselves distinct hairstyles, with various degrees of grooming or plucking hairs at the root, which reinforces social bonds. Bright body paint & patterned scars along the arms, back, thighs and face can denote rank or familial affiliation. Conventional armor weighs down these agile fighters, and so in favor of mobility Goblins usually lean towards padding & carrying capacity. Ropes, twine, reeds, rough-hewn animal leathers, looted baubles and clothing, piercings and loose jewelry are all to be expected when facing down a Goblin gang. Raiding gangs have been known to charge into a fight from all angles, hurling flaming arrows & tossing fat-soaked torches on anything they can find to suffocate their quarry out of their homes. Looters scurry into any open crevice, and Knocks batter down resistant structures or more heavily-armored defenders.

Though not particularly widespread, sorcorial magic use has been observed among isolated Goblin bloodlines.

[punkyarabella]

Simple Enough

Summary: You've been single for too long so your best friend forces you to attend a cooking class. But you're not the only one here against your will.

Warnings: none, only fluff

1400+ words

Masterlist

You sighed as you looked up at the bright sign on the front of the building, advertising the cooking classes your best friend made you sign up for. Leah was concerned, you had been single for more than a year now, and showed no interest in joining the dating scene. She figured a cooking class would be a good start to meet some people.

Leah swore up and down that she would come with you, but of course, you had been waiting for ten minutes, and still no sign of the traitor.

You

You're not coming are you?

Leah

Sorry, have fun 💋

You

🖕

Huffing, you put your phone back in your purse, and glanced at the doors again, the nerves twisting in your stomach.

On your right, a car slowed down to let out a passenger.

"I hate you, you know that, right?" The man on the sidewalk grunted through the open window.

"I promise you'll love me!" The driver laughed, before leaving.

The man turned to look at the building, and at you. Because you were still staring. He seemed huge compared to the small car he just stepped out of, his large shoulders clad in leather, just like his hands, dark eyebrows furrowed over slightly confused blue eyes.

"Hi," you smiled awkwardly. "Here against your will too?"

"Uh, yeah," he nodded, glancing at the doors, "something like that."

Although uncomfortable, he seemed nice.

"My friend ditched me, wanna team up?" you offered.

He eyed you up and down, and shrugged, "sure."

You smiled again and he liked that. You seemed inviting, warm and safe compared to everything he had known until now.

"I'm Bucky," he stepped closer, offering you a gloved hand.

You shook it enthusiastically and gave him your name. Bucky repeated it once, testing the words on his tongue.

"Alright, ready?" you raised an eyebrow, a hand hovering above the door handle. He only nodded.

Inside, a few other people were gathering in pairs around tables covered with ingredients and tools, and you quickly realized they were mostly couples. Did you just invite a stranger to a first date? You cringed inside, but you had to admit that this stranger was quite easy on the eyes. You followed Bucky to a table and dropped your purse and jacket next to it. Bucky shed his too, revealing a long-sleeved shirt, but he kept his gloves.

"Are you cold?" you nodded at the leather.

He looked away, "no."

Alright then. The teacher showed up and started the class. The recipe of the day was fried chicken with a side of vegetables. Simple enough, you thought. The first step, chopping the vegetables. You turned toward Bucky.

"Are you good with knives, Bucky?" you raised an eyebrow, it seemed to be a quirk of yours.

He liked how his name sounded on your lips, soft and harmless.

"Yeah, I guess," he seemed even more uncomfortable somehow.

"Great, I don't like 'em, almost chopped off a finger trying to slice a potato the other day," you scoffed, and the corners of Bucky's lips curved up quickly but you didn't miss it.

"I'll handle the knife, then," he answered and you smiled.

You washed the vegetables before handing them to him. He took the knife in his right hand and started to cut. You were mesmerized. The speed, the precision, the agility.

"Wow, you're good good," you chuckled and he felt a nice warmth in his chest. It'd been a long time since he had impressed a pretty lady. "Where the hell did you learn that?"

"Um," the blade slowed down, "I was in the army."

That was the answer the therapist suggested when he told her how uncomfortable he'd get at this kind of question. You seemed satisfied with it and turned to get the spices.

"Alright, now we need to start the fryer," you plugged in the machine.

"That thing?" he looked suspicious of it.

"Yeah, for the chicken." You pushed a few buttons and Bucky kept staring at the machine. "You don't like robots?"

He looked at you, and shook his head, "never used 'em."

You frowned at that, most people had at least used an electric whisk or a mixer, and the army definitely used robots now. He wished the ground swallowed him. Now you would think about how weird he was.

"Okay," you shrugged, with a warm smile, "you handle the knives and I handle the robot."

Bucky let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. You turned on the fryer, announcing what each button pressed was for, and Bucky smiled softly as he watched above your shoulder. The sweet smell of your perfume eased his nerves.

Following the teacher's instructions, you fried the chicken while Bucky took care of the vegetables. You two worked well together, chatting about random stuff while maneuvering around the table, blissfully ignoring the dozen people surrounding you. You even got three small chuckles out of Bucky, and it was the most delightful thing you heard in a while.

"Ouch," you hissed, stepping away from the fryer.

In a second, Bucky was next to you. "What did you do?"

"Some oil got on my hand, it's alright," you showed him your slightly red skin and he had to stop himself from reaching out and touching it.

"Let me do it, peaches. I just take the handle and pull it out right?"

You could only stare at him, an eyebrow raised, always the left one.

"Peaches?" you grinned, and your stomach tied in a knot when he immediately blushed.

"Sorry, um, your perfume smell like peaches," Bucky looked anywhere else but your face. "I like peaches."

"Oh," and now you were blushing too.

Alright, you had to admit Leah was right about this cooking class. But you'd never say that to her face.

"So, the handle?" Bucky glanced at you.

"Oh, yeah, just take it out and put it there," you shook your head and he nodded.

And that's when shit hit the fan. Bucky stepped closer to the fryer, but you forgot to warn him about the short cable hanging in the air, and he stepped on it, unplugging it in the process. You barely registered what happened that Bucky had already stopped the machine from tumbling over, spilling boiling oil on his left hand.

"Oh my God, your hand!" you yelped, catching everyone's attention.

"What's going on?" The teacher approached your table.

"Nothing, the robot almost fell over and I just got a few drops on my hand," Bucky wished for this moment to be over, his left hand clutched behind his back.

"What? No! You've got at least third-degree burns!" You frowned.

"I'll put some water on it," he offered, just so you'd stop worrying and talking about his hand.

But you followed him to the bathroom. You felt guilty, if you hadn't burned yourself, he wouldn't have needed to step in, literally.

"Are you sure, Bucky? You got a lot of oil on there!"

"Yes, don't worry, peaches." He tried to turn his back to you while standing over the sink, but you needed to make sure he was okay so you stood right next to the small sink.

"The leather will melt into your skin!"

"I, uh-" Bucky glanced at you and realized you were not backing down anytime soon. "I don't have skin." His eyes screwed shut at that.

You blinked. It took you a second but you remembered. He told you he had been in the army.

"It's a prosthetic," your voice was soft, your eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," he bit his lip, finally looking into your eyes again.

"Did the oil damage it?"

Bucky laughed at that and you frowned.

"No, the oil did not damage it," he looked slightly more comfortable now.

"Is it just the hand?"

"The whole arm and shoulder," he shrugged it.

"Wow," you glanced at it but went right back to the blue of his eyes. "In the army?"

"Uh, yeah," he picked at the little melted pieces of leather now poking out of his glove.

You took a second to look at his face, and you noticed the small scars, the lines dug by years of battle, and the tired eyes.

"Alright. You wanna get back in there?"

"I'd rather not," Bucky breathed out, and you nodded.

"Coffee?"

He looked at you, the hint of a smile in his eyes. You were not freaked out, you were not running for the hills. And for God's sake, you were gorgeous.

[quirkwizard]

Think any original quirks of yours would particularly be good for a pair of characters who are twins and thus share the same quirk? Like, individually the quirks aren't bad, but with two users of that one quirk who both likely are good at working together and are in sync with each other, it would particularly be effective.

So I'm going to have to meet you half way on this one. I understand wanting twins with similar powers, but I have to tell you, this could apply with any Quirk. Literally any Quirk is made better by having another version of it around. So I decided to go more in the sibling and fraternal twin angle. Quirks that similar to and play off each other, but have enough going on to be their own power.

Energy Blade/Fire Up: Both of these play around tools that deal with heat. One rapidly absorbs it with a sword and the other rapidly makes it with armor, allowing the users to either enhance or take the edge off of one another and cover both offense and defense.

Concocted/Nourishment: Both of these work to enhance the properties of food to then enhance people. One focuses on enhancing others while the other focuses on enhancing the user, covering in each in direct combat and support respectively.

Bulk/Kinesthetic: Both of these Quirks enhance the body. One focuses more on strength and durability while the other focuses on agility and maneuverability. This works as the classic "heavy bruiser" and "speedy fighter" combo, covering each others weaknesses.

Homebase/Director: Both of the Quirks effectively bring objects to life. One is more of stationary base builder and the other more freeform controller option. Both of them could take care of the larger or smaller scale stuff that the other would have trouble with.

Assembly/Makeshift: Both of these are about rapidly building objects. One is more varied and mundane while the other is unique difficult to handle. Having them working together would be allow them to build off each other and whatever their creations are.

Personal Space/Pull Off: Both of these work with applying a force around the body. One pushes things and the other pulls them. This would work great for battlefield control and could set up a lot of potential combos with their effects.

Metal Head/Operator: Both of these Quirks deal with the user manipulating technology. One deals more with hardware while the other deals with software. They both work to cover each other's weak spots, whether that be in combat or in utility.

Polymath/Playback: Both of these Quirks help the user gain more skills more easily. One is more permanent and the other is much easier to apply. The former could rapidly pick up on skills and abilities that the other Quirk could then copy and learn from.

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Lucy (Australopithecus afarensis)

Habitat & Distribution

Resided in both dense woodlands and grasslands

Found primarily in east Africa

The species lived between 3.7 and 3 million years ago

Physical Description

Weight: Likely about 44.6 kg (98 lb) for males and 29.3 kg (65 lb) for females

Height: Likely about 151 cm (4 ft 11 in) for males and 105 cm (3 ft 5 in) for females

Both sexes were likely covered in fine, dark hair and had stout bodies; like many simian primates, they had long arms and a thick, domed head

Behaviour

A. afarensis was likely an omnivore, consuming grasses, leaves, fruits, and roots; they may have also eaten meat, likely that of smaller mammals and fowl

Likely predators included hyenas, lions, and leopards

Like other primates, A. afarensis was highly social, and likely lived in family groups or in a hierarchy of females dominated by a male

Key Advantages

A strong climber, and likely quite agile among the trees

May have used rudimentary stone tools

See where they stand in the May Mammal Madness Tournament here!

Photo by John Gurche

[qtcomicsblog]

Shen 10, He finds a magic gauntlet at his grandparents house and now he can summon mythical creatures to aid him. (I know it's ben 10 but I don't care.)

Night Fright is an intimidating, owl-like creature who once roamed the city at night, attacking criminals with calculated precision and terrifying efficiency. Her tall, sleek frame is covered in feathers of deep gray and black, with glowing yellow eyes that seem to pierce the darkness. Her sharp talons and massive wings make her a formidable foe, and her eerie screech can send shivers down anyone's spine.

Personality:

Vigilant and Stoic: Night Fright is highly disciplined and takes her self-imposed mission of punishing wrongdoers very seriously. She has little patience for Shen’s more lighthearted approach to heroism but grows to respect his compassion over time.

Loner Mentality: Having worked alone for so long, Night Fright initially resents being tamed and struggles with cooperating as part of a team.

Secretly Caring: Beneath her cold exterior, she has a deep sense of justice and a protective streak, especially for the innocent.

Abilities:

Enhanced Vision:

Night Fright can see perfectly in the dark and spot targets from incredible distances.

Flight and Agility:

Her powerful wings allow her to fly silently and maneuver with incredible speed, making her an expert at ambush attacks.

Sonic Screech:

She can emit a deafening screech that disorients enemies and shatters glass or weak structures.

Talons and Claws:

Her razor-sharp talons are strong enough to rip through metal and restrain enemies.

Quirks:

Owl-Like Habits: She tilts her head in quick, jerky motions when confused or analyzing someone.

Nocturnal Lifestyle: Night Fright is much more active and alert at night, often napping during the day, which frustrates Shen when he needs her help.

Serious Snack Preferences: She prefers simple meals like mice (when she’s wild) or raw meat but grows fond of Shen’s grandmother’s chicken dumplings after being tamed.

Name: Adéọlá “Adé” Adebayo

Alias: The Black Huntress

Origin: Nigeria

Language: Only speaks Yoruba

Personality:

Determined & Ruthless – Believes in the thrill of the hunt and only respects those who can challenge her.

Honorable but Relentless – She follows a strict hunter’s code but doesn’t take “no” for an answer.

Proud & Competitive – Views Shen as her rival and sees his gauntlet as the greatest hunting trophy.

Appearance:

Tall, muscular, and moves with the grace of a panther.

Wears high-tech tribal armor with cybernetic enhancements made from alien metals and ancient charms.

Has scar-like tribal markings that glow faintly when using her tech.

Abilities & Gear:

Cyber-enhanced reflexes – Allows her to react at inhuman speeds.

Energy spears & plasma knives – Weapons crafted from rare alien technology.

Tracking Visor – Can see heat signatures and detect supernatural energies.

Soundless Movement – Uses a special cloak that silences her steps.

Tames & Hunts Cryptids – Has captured and trained several cryptid beasts as hunting companions.

Cryptid Companion:

Nandi Bear – A massive, gorilla-like bear hybrid with razor claws.

Used as a tracking and attack beast, trained to fight Shen’s monsters.

Motivation:

Adé believes that true hunters must always seek the greatest prey, and she sees Shen's gauntlet as the most powerful hunting tool ever created. She wants to claim it for herself, believing that only she has the skill to wield it properly.

Rivalry with Shen:

She underestimates Shen at first, thinking he relies too much on his monsters.

Over time, she comes to respect his skill and strategies.

Eventually, she offers Shen a deal: If he can defeat her in a "Hunt of Kings", she will leave him alone… for now.