#land before time style

[hexes-t-rexes]

Sharptooth~! (Haha)

A rex from a colony off the coast of the main Pangea Archipelago. He doesn't speak the language but can read it just fine. Very intelligent, he spends his time in a academic institution on Pangea where he acts as a cartographer and somewhat of an archeologist. He's snarky and a bit antisocial but it is hard to hold a conversation with people who can't understand you. He tends to be perceived as a lurker as he keeps to himself and skulks around singing to himself.

With people he's most comfortable with though, he's an instigator, troublemaker and funny as all hell~! He loves to joke and spread misinformation for the bit. He's a big ol roughhouser too~ but caring-- sO caring.

[shinbug]

don bluth shin godzilla 2.0

[unnecessary-dinosaurs]

jwcc dinos in the land before time art style i have truly peaked creatively

[choccochocco]

Pterosaur

[scrollonso]

mňau 🤨

[harocat]

i love figure skaters, they just get better and more unchill every year

I DO TOO. I do have mixed feelings about Ilia rn because I really worry about the way he's being managed. I don't think Ari (his manager) cares much about long term success as much as breaking as many records as possible (honestly if you read Ari's Russian interviews it's a little scary the way he talks about his athlete). I know he's trying to get all this done while his body is still very young and capable, but at the same time I worry he won't even make it to the Olympics if he's not careful. :(

[hotdogmchiggin]

Motherfuckers stole my hearts cant have shit in hyrule

Glad we all seem to be united in the shared experience of being pantsed by these guys with nothing but four hearts and three sticks we found on the ground

[stardestroyer81]

🍕IT'S PIZZA TIME!!! 🍕

Pizza Tower, a game whose development I've been following since mid-2020, finally releases on Steam today! To celebrate, @tondemo-sliceuu and I drew artwork of Pizza Tower's most iconic characters— Peppino Spaghetti and the Noise! 🍕✨

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 26 / 31 * CLARA'S DIPHTHERIA 」

March 1866

The telescope starts angled down, fixed on the patch of grass where she could watch life go on around her. While her throat is on fire, every other breath a struggle, her friends run around without a care in the world, playing and laughing and heaving exhausted breaths that, admittedly, flare a pang of jealousy in her chest that could even rival the pain.

The entire world goes on out there while she is unable to do much more than sit and languish in this pseudo-prison.

Clara watches sometimes, half-longingly, half out of boredom, and sometimes they catch her all-seeing eyes trained on them. Emily smiles, lifting a branch that has been repurposed into some fantastic tool in a story that she no longer has a part in. Brandon spots the tell-tale shine of a star in the window and grins up at her for a moment until his attention is called elsewhere.

It's all terribly mundane, she realises, detached and observing from her vantage point on-high. The same old thing.

A few days later, she no longer looks down and envies the kids out there. She can’t explain why, but she doesn’t feel like she belongs down there. Not anymore. Maybe she never did.

She has had far too much time to think about that lately.

—

Sleep doesn’t come easy some nights. When her body isn’t trying to kill her—or at the very least drive her to madness—her mind won’t quiet, taking the brief reprieve to run wild, even at the cost of what little fitful rest she could manage. Clara drags herself over to the window and draws back the curtains, throwing herself onto the chair that she’d set up there by the golden telescope.

The cool air feels wonderful against her flushed skin and Clara reaches for the telescope, pointing it skyward in search of companionship in the stars. The moon winks at her from behind a passing cover of clouds and Clara smiles, waving back at the man on the moon before he disappears.

She wakes the next morning to a violent coughing fit and sand in her throat, folded over uncomfortably in the chair next to her telescope.

—

Her father brings the kindly older doctor again to check on her, Doctor Hubbard, and she grabs onto her knees to force herself to sit still through the whole affair. He makes all those infuriating, non-committal noises that tell Clara absolutely nothing, pokes at her and gives her the most foul-tasting concoctions to choke down, and though he’s apologetic about it—or at least he appears to be—she still wants to push him away.

He comments about the new position of her telescope. Clara says she found more wonderful, interesting things in the sky.

—

Clara begs her father for a book about the constellations and after fourteen seconds of being subjected to the most wide-eyed pleading look from his daughter who can barely speak, he agrees, and for a second, she feels as if she could scale mountains.

Two days later, her father slips into her room bearing gifts—a star chart and an old book that may be too difficult for her to read about another world right up there on the moon.

Her telescope finds a permanent place pointed up at the stars.

[somelazyassartist]

Fuck it maybe I will multiclass Kora into a class that objectively sucks!! We're a heist team it's not like we do much combat anyways maybe I'll just do it for the Flavor of it All, you know, to be a Silly Little Guy.

[hexes-t-rexes]

Star Dazzled~

@pterosaurparty

[wolfiestars]

weird urge to play through thieves in time again even tho i know it will just make me angry >:(

[eiixer]

life imitates art

[desertdragon]

LRB make no mistake I will cause that little red bitch's funeral BUT that moment in Trail and his moment keeping people together during Radz a Han getting attacked, are genuine examples of profound moments that rarely surface in this writing from the sea of banal nothing they do with these characters otherwise- that was one of the only scenes in Trail that felt like an actual writer did writing instead of phoning it in, and not only was it not built up to within that red cunt's character prior in the expac (as in showing from the start that he's still looking at you as if you were dead and this is still worrying him then BUILD IT to this gondola conversation) and then nothing further is done with the idea after the scene. These kinds of profound scenes are always stuffed in to only last a single moment at a single zone before never being questions expanded on in character behavior again or if so in watered down versions that play into the otherwise one note aspect of characters, and this is consistently a problem that occurs. It's pure disservice to both story and character writing because what you get feels so haphazard and incomplete, which is what contributes to the writing majority of the time being lackluster to outright bad. It's these occasions of genuinely decent to good writing that give me the delusion anything more can happen in it.

[foone]

Bad idea: Age gap discourse but in a fantasy land where there's multiple races who have vastly different lifespans and life styles.

Is it wrong for a 27 year old human to date a 140 year old stone elf, considering most stone elves don't get out of diapers till their 30s?

Is it wrong for a 80 year old dwarf to date a two year old fire wisp, when fire wisps only live up to 5 years (between the eruptions) and have memories of their past lives, so in a way they're "born" at age 400,000+? That octogenarian dwarf is way younger than the fire wisp that's only physically younger than some of the socks the dwarf has!

Is it wrong for a chronomancer who was never born to date, well, anyone? They are zero years old and infinity years old and negative one hundred and seventeen years old all at once. They look like an old human, sure, with the long white beard and the wrinkly skin, but as far as anyone can tell, they've always looked like that. We've seen the cave paintings.

Is it wrong for a 30 year old lizardman (that's old in lizardman years) to date a human who is 60 years old in biological years (because of aging spells), 26 years old in lived-experience years, but only 13 years old in calendar years? (ie, they were born 13 years ago, but spent some of that time in sideways timelines, so they've lived more years than have passed in their home timeline?)

Is it wrong for a 12,000 year old dragon date a pile of 400 kobolds when kobolds only live like 10 years on average, but reach full maturity in one year? And if you disagree, can you do anything about it? You do know what happened to the last policeman who tried to arrest a dragon, right? Their city is still smoldering, 50 years later.

Is it wrong for anyone to date the time worm? It's the same age, every year. So the age gap can only intensify. If you start dating the time worm when you're both the same age, when do you break it off because you've become too much older than them?

And most confusing of all... What about the fairies? They could be anything between a thousand and a day old, they would lie about their age either way, and they can look like whatever they want. There's fairies we know for a fact have been around since the founding of The City of Towers, who met the silent mother herself, and also look like they're at most ten years old. Is it wrong to date them, or just really uncomfortable for everyone who sees it? And on the other side there's fairies who are "born" (hatched? They come from plants, I'm not sure what the verb even would be. Seeded? Sprouted, maybe) this week who are already appearing like middle-aged men and dancing with widows in what looks like a scheme to run off with her fortune but they never take the money, because what would a fairy want with worthless metal discs? Maybe fairies have a hive mind or genetic memory or reincarnation with full memories, they'd never tell you or give you a straight (or consistent) answer anyway.

Stonefolk are really the only inter-race dating situation anyone can agree on. They're unthinking & unmoving solid rock during the day, so those hours don't count. Thus their "real age" is a nice even half of their true age. So if you meet a stonefolk who was dug out 30 years ago, watch out: that's a 15 year old, and if you're a 25 year human, that's too young for you, even though their dig-date is five years before your birth-date.

EDIT: 2024/01/12: Changed the name of the Stonefolk

[sugume]

HELL BENT — RYOMEN SUKUNA

✧･ﾟ The Incubus King finally claims his intended.  

( TW ) f!reader, incubus king!Sukuna, major size difference (Sukuna’s 8ft tall!), harem, group sex, fingering, cunnilingus, biting, rough sex, bleeding, forked tongues, cervix fucking, mating bonds, reader goes in some type of ‘heat’, explicit content. 

word count - > 1.5k

author's note: PLS don’t take this seriously Idek what this is!! unedited + I'm trying a new writing style

Can’t stop thinking about Incubus king!Sukuna who finally finds his intended after centuries of looking. Who finds her in a place he never thought to check, the human realm. Who he kidnaps and brings down to his realm, telling you how you are to be his queen and rule his subjects alongside him. You have a mental breakdown your first week. The change of scenery, coming to terms that this is real, the differences between you and Sukuna’s species he calls Incubus. You’ve heard of them before, but you didn't think they were real—who did? They’re eight feet tall, winged creatures who liked to fuck 24/7. Half of them roam around naked and you can’t turn a hallway without catching two or more in sexual activities. So, hearing that you're some type of ‘mate’ to the king of the creatures? You think you’re dreaming. Sukuna brings you food every day and talks about how the mating bond has been activated now. How the several next week's you’re going to be restless until he ruts and claims you. 

You scream and cry how this is his fault. He leans over the buffet of food and smacks your thigh with a grumble. You refuse to speak to him for the rest of the night even when he undresses and washes you. Making crude comments like how he can’t wait to breed your human body full of his offsprings. Sukana who doesn’t have the time for your refusal to talk to him for he has a kingdom to run, so he drops you off to a group of naked, pierced women who he calls his harem. He gently pushes you into one of the tall women before telling her to take care of you or else.  

You can’t find it in your to be jealous of the women for being his ‘harem.’ You don’t even like Sukuna right now and the women, they’re so kind and mature that you would much rather spend your days lazing around with them than sitting on Sukuna’s lap while he laughs at his people who come to him with misfortunes.  His harem teaches you all about their lands, how sex isn’t taboo instead something they need just like oxygen is to humans. How when they fuck, they release some type of energy that’s built up in their body that causes their kind to go insane and terrorize the human realm.  

Sukuna’s harem who are utterly obsessed with how small you are compared to them. They used to spend their days lying around on rich cushions and blankets waiting for Sukuna but even they got bored of him—if it were up to them, they’d lock him in their room and never let him out. His harem who was supposed to be teaching you more about their king but instead chose to spend their days lazily eating you out with their long-forked tongues and fucking you dumb with their big fingers. They make you suckle their breasts and grind on their faces. They’re so gentle after, hissing at each other when one speaks too loudly after you had fallen asleep, washing your body clean, wrapping you in the softest blankets to carry you back over to your room with Sukuna. Some days they happen to catch Sukuna in his room, and they smirk and giggle when they see his jealous face. They take it as the highest compliment their queen has decided to lie with them before the king.  

Incubus king!Sukuna who feels the mating bond grow stronger with every second you're in his castle. He feels himself shifting. He unable to stay away for long periods of time. He forces you to bathe with him before making you sit on his throne with him while he talks to irrelevant people, his hard cock jumping every time you move. You want to get away, moaning and grumbling how his you want to go play with his harem, it’s uncomfortable sitting on muscular thighs for hours while listening to him talk in several languages you don’t understand to people you don’t know. Sukuna who hisses and grumbles at you before going back to his subjects who kneel at the bottom of his obsidian throne.  

 Throughout the week you can’t help but get hornier and hornier until your unable to walk without liquids dripping down your thighs and wetting your skirts. Despite Sukuna's harem playing with you can’t help but plead and cry for him. You barely know the man but your body aches for him, for his cock, his bond. Sukuna who finally comes to see you one day. Who picks you up to set you up top of the cushions so you can watch him fuck his harem. He does everything he could think to the women, he wants to see what makes you twitch and ache and cry. By the time he’s done—hours later—you’re in a puddle of slick panting and crying how you want him. He doesn’t take you though, he can smell that you aren’t ready for him just yet, and he can’t risk injuring his mate who he’s searched for centuries. He won’t allow himself to bring you any harm, so he just holds you in his lap and makes his harem play with you until you pass out. 

Sukuna whose balls deep in one of his women when he sniffs that air and smells the scent change in you. The women he’s fucking laughs when he yanks himself out of her and goes to you. He picks you up from the drenched cushion you're sitting on. You wrap your arms around his neck and sob and the feeling of his body. You try to wrap your legs around his huge frame but you’re too tired, so they just hang as he walks you back to your room, your thighs rubbing against his cock. Sukuna lays you down on the huge bed before ripping your silky dress and ding his head in between your legs. He brings you to several orgasm, but his mouth and forked tongue isn't what you want. You want his cock. You want him to fuck you pregnant while he bites you and claims you as his. You scream and kick and pull and at the pair of horns on top his head, but he just shushes you before going back to eating you out.  

Sukuna finally deems you ready to take his cock but before he kisses and drags his teeth all over your body. He suckles at your breast, commenting on how you’ll be feeding him with said breasts soon. You cry out when he finally turns you ass up. You don’t even think about how much bigger he is than you, how his cock might not fit inside. Sukuna pushes your head into the blankets, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it over your pussy. You scream at him, but he ignores you enjoying the sight of your pussy against his too big cock. When he finally pushes into you scream into the pillow. You scream for more, for him to slow down, for him to breed you, for him to fuck you harder, for him to stop and let you catch a break. He’s too out of it to listen. He never knew what it would feel like to claim a mate but this? If he had any doubt the little human underneath his wasn’t his, he didn’t now. He finally felt whole. He felt your essence flowing into him, making him stronger, more aware, if he concentrated hard enough, he could feel your emotions and hear your thoughts. He fucked your impossibly harder. 

Sukuna leans down and whispers for you to open, and let him in. You don’t understand what he's talking about until his cock shoots some warm liquids and you feel your cervix open. It hurts so good when he pushes deeper into you. You orgasm again before he releases his seed into you. The tension leaves your body at the feeling of his seed rushing to your womb. You’re about to succumb to the sleepiness before Sukuna jolts you awake saying this is just the beginning.