#rocky the cannonball

[arkhivchik]

The Amazing Digital Circus | Pocky | Rocky × Pomni -- アメージングデジタルサーカス | ポッキー | ロッキー × ポムニ

ロッキーはポムニをとても愛情を込めて見ています

Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus) @ Gooseworx Rocky @ Arkhivchik (me)

[sailing-through-hawkins]

the power of love

✧ written for 'pine' ✧ word count: 508 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: none ✧ tags: lovesick eddie, summer roadtrip ✧ @steddiemicrofic ο(=•ω＜=)ρ⌒✧

With a sigh, Eddie stretches out onto his stomach, shielded from the blaze of the sun by Robin's massive umbrella.

"Shut up," Robin nudges him with her foot, not even looking up from her book, but he just ignores her. Why argue about anything when he has the absolutely stunning sight before him?

Steve waves at him from afar, standing on the rocky shores of the lake with a wide, glowing grin that does more for his golden complexion than any skin routine ever could. His hair bounces with the wind, the stretch marks across his stomach shine proudly in the sunlight and his arms...

Eddie waves back with a sigh.

"Seriously, stop that." Robin complains, nudging him again from where she sits on her folding chair. Eddie just shifts away, resting his head on his crossed arms as Steve coaxes Elle into trying a dive. "I'm going to get, like, cooties."

"Wow," Eddie deadpans, the tone ruined by how softly he watches Steve cheer Elle on. "That's, like, so homophobic of you actually."

Robin barks out a laugh. Steve laughs in sync with her and that should be creepy but all it does is make Eddie kick his feet in the air. "I'm just saying, if you're gonna pine, do it under your own umbrella! I've got fictional pining to read, thank you very much."

"Who needs fiction when you've got the dream right in front of you?" Eddie heaves a deep breath as Steve walks out of the lake, perfect hair glistening, warm skin dotted with moles and droplets. Elle follows behind him excitedly and Steve's obvious glee has joy bubbling up in Eddie's chest. "Just look at him."

"I see him everyday, Eddie," Robin says but Eddie stops listening when Steve waves an arm at him. He shoots up, waving back as his cheeks warm at that stunning smile. Steve points to his own eyes and then to the rock that he and Elle are standing on.

Starstruck, Eddie watches as Steve walks backwards from the edge of the rock, before he runs and takes a massive leap, curling into a ball as he crashes into the water like a natural phenomenon, like he belongs amongst the waves, like a deity returning to his realm.

Elle screams in delight and, once Steve pops back out of the water with a smile and encouraging yell, cannonballs into the water. She pops up, holding onto Steve's arm as he laughs and Eddie sighs.

"I will literally pay you," Robin groans.

"Sorry, Robs," Eddie lies back down, his feet idly waving in the air, his heart full and warm. "Just can't fight against the power of..."

She's eyeing him suspiciously, he can feel it. "I'm gonna regret asking this but - power of what?"

"The power of love, baby," Eddie throws an arm back to finger gun at her as she groans and shoves at his hip with her foot. "Ow, fuck!"

"You deserve that."

Eddie sighs as Steve waves at them with a massive smile. "I hope so."

[quicktosimp]

Our Time Alone

Kinktober Day 22, Lo'ak

Warnings: Water Sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, P in V Sex, Fingering

A/N: Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this event together for us 💖

Divider by @cafekitsune

As much as I love the sea, at the end of the day, I need to clean off the excessive amount of salt sticking to my body. So, at the end of the day, Lo’ak and I travel to the hot springs to bathe, not that we wash for most of the time…

“Come on, Lo’ak, I can feel the salt crystallizing on my skin!” Whining as I pull on his arm,

“Yeesh, you’re bossy today! You may want some bathing oils to help,” Shaking our bag of bathing products.

“Well, you have it, so let go!” Pulling him out of our marui.

Lo’ak only laughs at my antics, allowing me to pull him along, also eager to wash the salt off his body. The trek to the hot springs is long, further into the island's center and up into the rocky hills. This path would be near impossible without much planning for a human, but when you have an 8-foot-tall alien boyfriend who likes to carry you for fun, it makes things much easier. Not many of the Metkayina are willing to climb up here, their biological talents suited for the water and not pursuing the rocky cliffs. In the seven years we have been here, there have only been two times that others have been more than the two of us. Allowing us peace and quiet and no risks of Tuk running into our marui while having sex.… it was rather fun watching Jake scold Tuk while she asked questions about what we were doing.

“Ready to go up?” Lo’ak asks, holding out his arms.

I walk into his arms joyfully, “I’m ready, Love.”

He scoops me into his arms, shifting me so I’m cradled in one. His other used to climb. We chat idly about our days, laying small kisses on each other and laughing at our stories.

“There is no way he did that,” my head thrown back in laughter.

“The skxawng did! He actually said that to the Ilu while bonded!” Lo’ak was attempting to focus on climbing as he told me about the idiot learning to ride his Ilu today.

“He’s lucky he only got thrown like a skipping rock,” I turn my nose at the idea of someone calling Ilu names.

“I agree. Thankfully, Ilu are gentle creatures. If it was Tsurak, I do not think it would have ended so well.” Lo’ak pulled us up onto solid ground.

“You’re going to have to put him on a watch list if he ever manages to tame an Ilu,” I comment, slipping out of Lo’ak’s arms. As much as I want to stay, the salt is digging into my skin painfully.

Lo’ak scrunches his nose, “If he can tame an Ilu,” flashing his fangs.

Seeing his fangs always does something for me, as heat warms my cunt. Lo’ak shoots me a knowing smile, “Don’t worry, Paskalin, you’ll get plenty more soon,” turning away, his tail swishing mischievously.

I rush to meet his strides, not one to let this challenge go by. As I pass Lo’ak, I gab his tail by the base and let the whole length run through my hands before moving past him. He stood there for a second, bewildered. Once his mind caught up with him, Lo’ak was ready for the chase. He crouched low, a playful growl leaving his lips before he charged. I squeal at his actions before taking off, running to the hot springs, as that is the only safe place, giggling along the way. It’s not long before Lo’ak catches me in his arms, picking me up while still running.

“Lo’ak! You got me! You got me!” I shout, knowing what he’s going to do.

Nearing the water, I beast on his chest playfully, “Don’t you da-!” Splash!

The water was warm and would be comforting if I wasn’t just thrown in. Surfacing the top, Lo’ak is leaning over smugly.

“Enjoying the water, Yawne?” He asked, flashing a grin.

I rip off my top and throw it at his face, hitting him with a satisfying smack. I laugh at the sight of my soaked top hanging off his face; only one eye could be seen. He wipes it off his face, landing on the stone with a plop. Lo’ak strips out of his tewng before cannonballing in. Water rained down on me from the splash, and Lo’ak surfaced not long after, his braids covering his face.  

“Come here, dweeb,” I wave him over from where I was treading water.

Lo’ak slowly swims over, holding me in his arms as we swim, “Starting to feel better, Tìyawn?” He asks, nuzzling my face. 

“Starting to, the water is helping my back. After diving today, Tuk asked me to show her how to spin yarn so she could keep practicing crocheting. I feel like my back was replaced by a tire iron.” I groan, trying to stretch my back.

Lo’ak’s hands rub at my back, kneading my tense muscles, “I’ve offered to make you that spinning wheel you showed me pictures of. It may be easier on your back.” 

I hum at the thought, leaning into Lo’ak’s experienced hands. “I might take you up on that. I did not think my crafts would be so popular amongst the clan.” The idea of the spinning wheel sounds much better.

“I am not surprised! Many mothers love you making their carrying nets. Your nets are much softer on their baby's skin. Then you started making the blankets and the shawls, and then you made the Ilu. You made everything with care and love. It’s no wonder you became the first person an expecting mother tells.” His voice was full of pride.

 A snort leaves my mouth, “How many more disgruntled expecting fathers do you want to deal with? Cause I don’t like that line or the looks that Ronal gives me when technically she should be the first to know, being the Tsahìk.” I groan as Lo’ak kneads at a knot near my neck.

“The line of angry men I will deal with, but if Ronal decides to ‘talk’ with you about it, I’m planning a last-minute hunting trip. And leaving indefinitely.” Lo’ak jokes through his laughter.

My head snaps to look at him, “You do that, and I’ll tell her how you, Aonung, and Rotxo broke the shelves in her healing marui, and I’m leaving out Aonung and Rotxo.” 

Lo’ak’s face pales as he smiles uncertainly, “Well, we don’t have to worry about that. I doubt it will ever happen. Now, why don’t we start bathing,” Lo’ak moved so he was swimming on his back, pulling me onto his chest. 

“Nice save,” I drawl amused.

Lo’ak softly chuckles as we float over to the side of the spring. The underwater ledges are big enough to support us so we can sit comfortably. I struggled to remove my water-logged clothing so Lo’ak could place it in our bag. The small bag of bathing oils was still attached to Lo’ak’s hip; thankfully, none broke during his jump.

“Here,” Lo’ak hands me a container, “This one is yours,” the smell of yavo fruit caresses my nose. 

Lo’ak digs through the sack, returning with his own. I grab his and hand him back mine. Lo’ak softly shakes his head as he dips two fingers into yavo fruit oil. I lick my lips at seeing his two fingers dripping with oil.

“Babe, you need to get clean, yet you’re thinking of fucking me. Horny girl.” Lo’ak purred, trailing his fingers from my collarbone between my breasts and to my navel. 

My breath hitches from the motion. I dip my fingers into the canaster full of Lo’ak’s oil before moving my hands to his pecks, the strong muscles flexing under my touch as I rub the oil into his skin. I move up to rub at his shoulders, pulling his face to mine. Our lips meet, the steam flowing around us. Our bodies slick from the oil and sweat from the steam as our mouths continue to meet. Lo’ak pushed his tongue into my open mouth, licking at the insides. I suck eagerly on his tongue as Lo’ak’s hands travel to my hips, pulling my body flush to his. As we draw apart, our saliva mixing between us, I bite his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth. I grab at Lo’ak’s waist, my nails clawing at his skin. 

“Oh fuck, Tìyawn. Fucking needy today.” Lo’ak groans, his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart, allowing him to fit between them.

 “You’ve been teasing me all day.” I bite at his neck, determined to place as many marks on him as possible. 

“All day, Tìyawn,” he groans as his hands creep towards my cunt, “How have I teased you all day?” Lo’ak asks, bringing his thumb to my clit under the water. 

“Yes!” I arch into his touch, “Lifting those baskets, watching you wrangle that Tsurak, how you climbed to get the fibers I need to make the soft yarn. You’ve been showing off your muscles to me all day.” I slip my hand closer to his slit, teasing the outside. 

Feeling Lo’ak’s slit, I notice it's already parted from the muscles relaxing due to the hot water. His cock peaking out, interested in our activities. 

“So I go about my day usually, and you get your panties all soaked?” Lo’ak’s finger entered my pussy, “Fuck, you’re so wet inside. Is that why you wet and changed your clothes this afternoon? Did you soak through your panties? My little slut aren’t you?” He slowly moved his finger in and out slowly, curling it against my sweet spot.

“Yes!” I exclaim, “I made the floor wet, too; I had to clean it up after.” I gasped, rolling my hips into his hand, splashing water on us. 

“Hmmm, what am I to do with you? Dirtying all your clothes due to your cunt. Maybe I should breed it, give it what it wants.” Lo’ak hummed nonchalantly.

“Oh yes, Lo’ak! Give me a baby!” I demand, pushing myself forward onto him.

Lo’ak and I fell back, submerging us underneath the water. His fingers never left my pussy. Instead, he used his other arm to hold onto me to resurface. 

“Damn, you’re desperate, need me to fill you up with my cock? Give you all my cum? Fill up your cunt and womb until there’s nowhere else for it to go? But you’ll be locked on my cock. It won't be able to leak. Na, it’s just going to fill you up more. Definitely gonna give you a baby. You ready for that?” Lo’ak crooned, adding another finger.

 “Oh fuck,” my eyes rolled to the back of my head. His words brought heat straight to my core.

“Yes or no, baby girl.” He punctuated with a harsh thrust of his fingers.

“Fuck, yes!” I moan as Lo’ak rubs my clit again. 

Lo’ak moves us, so I’m laying on top of him again, floating in the water, “Good girl,” adding a third finger.

The pleasure of his movements, the pressure of being full, and the burn from the stretch was perfect.

“Ohhhh, Lo’ak, please more,” I whine.

“Alright, baby girl, I won’t tease you today.” Lo’ak trailed off, removing his fingers.

 Shifting underneath myself, I pat at Lo’ak’s slit, feeling it part for me. I enter two of my fingers inside, searching for his dick. The insides of Lo’ak’s slit were warm and wet from the water seeping inside.

“Tìyawn, you need to hurry up. It is not comfortable to be filled with water.” Lo’ak grumbled.

I found his cock deep inside his slit, I coaxed it out with my fingers, and his slit closed around his cock, making a seal, “This time, I’ll be nice, but remember that’s what you do to me every time.” I threatened.

I line myself up with Lo’ak’s dick and sli back onto it, “Oh fuck you’re big!” I cry as the tapered head breaches my entrance. 

“It’s cause you are so small, a tawtute not meant to take a na’vi dick, yet here you are spread wide on my cock like a whore.” His voice was breathless as one of his spines sank into me. 

“Lo’ak!” I cry as his spines come to life inside me, trying to find the perfect place to lock into. 

Each spine pushed into me with a pop, the large objects forced into me with each pushdown. As I continue downward, there is no chance of returning up, no relief from everything. His spines continue to wriggle and writhe inside me, finding their own crevice to lock into, becoming so hard that they cannot be removed. Many of the top spines are big enough that they rub my clit as I move down, each rough force bringing me shocking waves of pleasure. 

“Oh fuck, I know, Yawne. Feels fucking good, yeah? Ready for me to lock with you? Fuck into your womb, and hold it open. Making sure that not a drop of cum goes to waste.” Lo’ak growls, grabbing at my hips forcing me down faster.

“No! Lo’ak! You’re too fast!” I shout as more of his cock is forced into me, the spines popping in with force, hitting my clit repeatedly. 

The rough pleasure was bringing me close to my climax, faster than usual, “Lo’ak, please, you’re too fast! I’m gonna cum!” I cry out.

“You’re gonna cum? Okay, I’ll make you cum,” He snarled, rutting up into me harder.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I scream, banging my fists on his chest. 

His cock tip started hitting my cervix, demanding entry, but he was too restless to line up properly, instead striking it over and over again, bruising my cervix in the process.  

“Please! Please! Lo’ak!” I scream as the pleasure becomes too much.

Lo’ak grips my hips with bruising strength, forcing his tip into my cervix. The tendrils on his cock head sprang to life, locking on either side of my cervix, creating a seal, locking us together.

“Oh fuck, Yawne! So fucking good. Ready for me cum? Gonna fill your womb so much. I’m fucking cumming!” His words came out as a hiss.

Lo’ak’s cum floods my womb, filling me even more than I already was. Gushes and gushes of cum fill me with every spurt. He keeps rutting into me, even though we cannot separate, dragging me on his cock. My clit rubs against his abs, giving me the final pleasure I need. My high hits me with overwhelming pleasure. White dots cover my vision as I attempt to wiggle and rock on Lo’ak’s cock. But his arms hold me firm. Forcing me to take everything he has to give.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I ramble on, my voice barely a whisper.

Lo’ak rubbed my back in soothing strokes, comforting me as I calmed down, “Did such a good job for me, baby. So proud of you,” He whispered, stroking my hair.

I make a whining noise at his praise, happy to hear it. We lay there soaking in the water, relaxing, as we wait for Lo’ak’s spines to disengage. 

“I’m glad we made it up here,” I mumble sleepily.

“I am, too. We really need to start setting more boundaries with Tuk. We cannot keep having her barge into our marui at all hours, day and night, as she pleases. We need our time together.” Lo’ak grumbles, irritated with his sister.

“She is a young teen, Lo’ak boundary pushing is what they do. Or are you purposefully blocking out 85% of your teen years?” I tease a soft smile on my face.

“My point still stands.” He huffed.

“I would try and start implementing those rules sooner rather than later.” I hum.

“Why?” Lo’ak asked suspiciously.

“Remember? We agreed that I should stop taking my birth control, and that was over a month ago. I am definitely going to be pregnant after this.” I remind him joyfully.

I can feel Lo’ak’s tail swishing over the water with joy, “I cannot wait for the confirmation, but Yawne, it is no longer Tuk I am worried about. It will be my mother.”

I sighed defeat when I realized he was right, “We’re never going to be alone again, are we?” I grumbled.

“No, Yawne, no, we will not.”

[thefreakandthehair]

Inspiration Prompts

(Find Dialogue Prompts Here!)

(Lex's Spicy Six Summer Fanworks Challenge Rules)

Walk in the park. @undreaming-rambles (fic, steddie) / blue (art, steddie)

Sun shower. @nostalgicbones (art, steddie)

Roadtrip. @luvinthefreaks (fic, steddie) / @unclewaynemunson (fic, ronance)

Summer love.  @matchingbatbites (steddie, fic) / @steddieasitgoes (art, ronance)

Rope swing.  @cxwzkeys (art, steddie)

Water park. @spinmewriteround (fic, steddie)

Water fight (balloons, guns, etc).  @robin-not-batman (fic, ronance)

First kiss. @steveshairychest (fic, steddie)

Picking berries.  @hotluncheddie (fic, steddie)

Music festival/outdoor concert. @sparklyslug (fic, steddie & buckingham)

Picnic. @hammity-hammer (steddie, fic)

Cannonball. @corrodedbisexual (steddie, fic)

Baseball game. @scarcrossdlvrs (fic, steddie)

Beach bonfire. @cuoredimuschio (fic, steddie)

Drive-in movie. @barbienheimer (fic, ronance)

Fireworks. @rocknrollsalad (fic, stargyle) / @sky-neverending (fic, steddie & ronance) / @sparkle-fiend (art, steddie)

S’mores.  @legitcookie (fic, steddie) / @tattooedbats (fic, ronance)

Barefoot. @daysarestranger (fic, steddie)

Skipping stones.  @aidaronan (fic, steddie)

Skinny dipping.  @steves-strapcollection (fic, steddie)

Night swimming. @stevebabey (fic, steddie) / @aringofsalt (fic, buckingham)

Sunscreen.  @ahhrenata (art, steddie)

Staying up all night.  @harmonictechnicality (fic, steddie)

Pool party. @barbienheimer (fic, steddie)

Hurricane. @hbyrde36 (fic, steddie) / @withacapitalp (fic, argyle-centric) / @perceivedregret (fic, ronance)

Rooftops. @henderdads (fic, steddie) / @spicysix (edancy, fic)

Polaroid photos. @markcat (fic, steddie)

Wanderlust @soaringornithopter (fic, steddie)

Blue. @steddieasitgoes (fic, steddie) / @yournowheregirl (fic, ronance)

30. Rocking chairs.  @dragonmama76 (fic, steddie) 31. Reminiscing. @emryses (fic, stonathan/steddie) 32. Heatwave.  @fragilecapric0rnn (fic, steddie) 33. Popsicles.  @robin-not-batman (art, ronance) / @annethecatdetective (fic, steddie) 34. Dancing under the stars.  @starrystevie (fic, steddie) / @stobinesque (fic, stobin) 35. Mixtape.  @maxineholtzmann (fic, buckingham) / @artaxlivs (fic, steddie) 36. First date. @stobinesque (fic, rockie)

[verosvault]

Fantasy High Junior Year Trailer Screenshots & Theories (pt. 4)

I kinda take back what I said about the Red Waste? Just because I see a pirate ship in 2 different scenes and I only know 1 NPC that has a pirate ship! 💀✋ You know EXACTLY who I'm talking about! 💀✋ Bill Seacaster!

I think this is Hell??? Maybe??? [EDIT! Some parts MIGHT be Hell! SOME MIGHT be The Red Waste!]

Idk why but this looks like someone yeeted the biggest ball of bubble gum ever! 😂😭💀✋

Is that supposed to be a visual representation of what substance is used for Bill's cannonballs???

It looks like some kinda orange fist-looking thing is next to where it shot out from..idk what that is.

I also for the life of me cannot tell you what NPC is that or whatever figurine is next to it there..🥴🥲

These boat scenes look like they were not having a great time traveling. 💀💀💀💀

They look like they legit had another dragon fight! (Probably Kalvaxus's cousin! 😂😂✋✋🤣🤣💀💀)

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Yeah...that looks like molten lava or lava pools or something! And someone is INSIDE the lava pool! 💀✋ This HAS to be hell! 💀✋ [EDIT! It MIGHT be a volcano IN THE RED WASTE!]

Idk why I got Red Waste? Maybe I've just always been wanting to see how the Red Waste looks like? 💀✋ [EDIT! I think this truly might be The Red Waste!! The rocky formations and the colors! It seems to be The Red Waste! Idk if Hell is somewhat involved here but...🤷‍♀️]

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I definitely think Hell looks different here than it did in my mind during sophomore year's full theater-of-the-mind stuff. 💀✋ I guess that makes sense though. :p People have different images of stuff for things. :p :3 [EDIT: It is most likely The Red Waste and NOT Hell! 💀🥲]

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This looks like Brennan is in front of figurines that look like devils???

Why would they be fighting devils?

Are they fighting with devils? Against devils?

:((( Oh no... PLEASE tell me Fig and Gorthalax are still all right! ;(((( OH NO! 😭✋

What was Gorthalax hoping to do at the end of Sophomore Year? Didn't he say he was gonna do somethin'? 😭✋

Oh boyyyy....Now I'm ✨ W O R R I E D ✨🥲🥲😃😃 ...HELP! 😃✋

[EDIT: THERE'S A MASSIVE PORTAL-LOOKING THING IN THE ROCK FORMATION UNDER BRENNAN IN THE LAST PHOTO!!! WHAT DOES IT MEAN??!! 😭😭✋✋]

Maybe the boat scenes aren't related? Cause isn't Bill Seacaster's boat like...made of Kalvaxus? I mean...Idk...that boat doesn't look like a dragon boat to me? But maybe? [EDIT: Maybe Fabian gets his own pirate ship somehow???]

Maybe that's the irony with the fight in the dragon boat going against an actual dragon? Dragon vs. Dragon?

Idk...I feel like I'm spouting gibberish. 🥴

[thefifthsister]

Taking A Moment

She's laid out on the deck chair, glasses perched atop her nose, watching Lily and Alexis in the pool with one of the boys asleep on her chest and the other tucked into her side and he's can't help but think she's never looked more beautiful. Completely at ease, as much as one can be where the Castle children are involved, but she's content and he suspects if it wasn't for Lily demanding that she watch her canonballs, his wife might be asleep with their boys.

"Staring is creepy, babe."

He chuckles. Approaches her, kneels at her side. Grins at the t-shirt she'd pulled on today. One of her favourite gifts today for the kids. And it was true. She found it hard. To be away from them at work. To balance the time that all three want and need from her. And they'll always remind her that they think she's the best Wife. Mom. Jedi. in the world anytime she needs to here it.

"Get you anything?"

She shakes her head, smiles at him.

"Want me to move them inside?"

"In a minute," She brushes her hands against her boys. "Enjoying this. Though I do want to have some time with the girls."

And his heart. Cause she has always made sure that Alexis never felt left out, never felt like anything less than one of the Castle children. That she loved Alexis and Alexis loved her, after a rocky road and some bad decisions on both sides of it, well to see them now meant so much to him.

"Love you," he tells her, brushes a kiss to her lips. "Tag me in when you wanna swap."

Kate turned to look at Martha lounging next to her with a new book that Kate had gifted her, the two exchanging looks of bemusement as they watched Castle strip down to his swimming shorts and cannonball in with his daughters.

"Time to wake up soon PB & J," she whispered to her boys. "You're gonna help Mommy start a water fight."

Happy Mother's Day Kate

[amenders93]

3 Weeks till Chicken Run 2!!!!

No relationship is perfect; we all know that. Not even in the movies or on TV shows either. We've all seen it happen and we've all been there too. Every relationship can have a little bit of a setback that can put the whole thing into perspective. For example, you may think you know someone well but then you discover something about them that you never expected and it makes you rethink everything you thought you ever knew about them or maybe even how you feel about them. For this week's post, we are going to review the times that Rocky and Ginger were apart. This all happens the next morning after their rooftop moment when Rocky tries to tell Ginger the secret he's been hiding from everyone including her but unfortunately, he just can't get the words out. That's because Rocky is realizing he's fallen in love with Ginger and he knows how much his contribution means to her. He doesn't want to hurt her so he's forced to make the biggest, toughest decision he's ever had. But could it also be the biggest mistake he's every made? And what about Ginger? She's falling in love with Rocky; how will this affect her too?

Let's pick up the next morning when Ginger is energetically hanging up Rocky's poster outside of hut 17 with all the chickens surrounding her. They were all excited to finally see their charming last hope demonstrate his flying technique. Today is the day they're going to fly, up and away from their horrible prison after so long. Ginger is excited to see the rooster she's falling for in action; she tells the others to start warming up and that she'll get Rocky. When she reached Fowler's hut, she knocked on the door and opens it, expecting to see Rocky's charming smile and his handsome face. But to her shocked surprise, the room is empty; Rocky is gone. Ginger's heart dropped to her feet.

Looking around the room, her eyes lit upon the torn piece of paper on the bed. It was the same paper that Rocky held in his hands the night before. Sitting on top of the paper was the medal that Fowler had given to Rocky. He left it behind because he felt that he didn't really deserve it. Ginger sadly walks over to the bed, picks up the medal and looks at it, wondering where Rocky was and why he had left. Then she notices the paper; maybe it holds an answer to the questions gnawing at her mind. Oh boy; here comes the big reveal 😳. Ginger picks up the paper, slowly unfolds it and stares at it in disbelief. She has just gotten the biggest shock of her life!

We now find Ginger walking back to where the hens were waiting. As she walks by them, all their smiles dropped and part ways to let Ginger by them. They could tell she was upset with her sad, wide eyes looking only forward, towards the poster of Rocky flying. With her shoulders hunched and dragging her feet, she raised the bottom half of the poster, matching it to the top half that was hanging up. It was the bottom half of the poster that she had found on the bed. And on it was a picture of a cannon - the cannon out of which Rocky had been fired. There was a lightning flash and a thunderclap, illuminating the shocking reveal. Then, as the rain began to fall, they start to lose hope again, even more so than before.

Ginger was starting to feel the same thing, for the first time ever. Lifeless and speechless, she stared at the poster, tears filling her eyes and her beak quivering. She finally knew the truth; the big secret that Rocky had been trying to tell her last night at the dance party and later on the rooftop. Rocky couldn't fly after all; he was part of a chicken cannonball circus act. Ginger feels utter betrayal and is frustrated at him for being a traitor, but she's also frustrated at herself for not finding out sooner and being blinded by his charms just like everyone else. She loses all hope and wants to forget about Rocky entirely. We don't see it happen but I bet you that as the rain falls, Ginger's tears are falling down her cheeks showing just how sad and angry she is about Rocky right now. Sad about him leaving and angry at him for lying to her 🥺.

At that same moment, Rocky is standing on the crest of a hill on the road outside the farm, looking back at it. Guilt was not a feeling that he was used to having, but he was sure having it now, even more than last night. Even though he has fallen in love with Ginger, he knew how much his contribution meant to her and therefore makes the tough decision to leave the farm immediately without her knowledge in order to avoid confronting her and hurting her feelings after calling her out on her brutal honesty. I mean, can you blame him? Rocky was in a lose-lose situation so either way he was going to lose something. If he told Ginger the truth, he'd lose her. But if he didn't tell her, he'd have his dream girl but he'd lose his self respect. I know it was wrong of him to leave without talking to Ginger, but he had sacrificed his love for her by doing so, even if it meant that he would never be truly happy again 🥺. Rocky reminds himself that he was trying to do what he thought was the right thing and just hangs his head in shame and continues to walk down the long stretch of road - alone.

Meanwhile back on the farm, Ginger is sitting on the ramp onto hut 17 and staring at the ground, totally depressed. The other chickens were still huddled around the poster too shocked, stunned and dumbfounded to move. They all turn to Ginger for a new plan but Ginger, with her hopes dashed, breaks the bad news to the hens. Their only way out of the farm now is smothered in vegetables, marinated in gravy and wrapped in pastry. Actually the pastry part was Ginger's saying but I added the vegetables and gravy parts 😉. Without Ginger's dreams to guide them, the hens begin to squabble which turns into an all-out mud fight. When Fowler steps in to break it up, he gets in on the fight too when Bunty challenges him after she flings his precious medal into the mud.

Ginger, meanwhile, isn't slinging mud. Instead, in the middle of the chaos, she was having a thoughtful moment. She sees the medal in the mud, picks it up and stares at it, remembering about how Fowler always talks about his days in the RAF. Ginger silences the fighting and asks Fowler what the RAF is, with the old rooster explaining that the RAF stands for the Royal Air Force. When she also asks him what "the old crate" he also keeps talking about is, Fowler takes her and the others into his hut where he pulls out a photograph out of his footlocker and shows it to Ginger. The photo was of a WW2 Royal Air Force bomber airplane. As Fowler once again launches into one of his long-winded explanations, Ginger wasn't really paying attention - because she was once again coming up with another idea. She tells the chickens that they're still going to fly out; they're going to build an airplane just like the one Fowler used to fly.

With no time to lose, the chickens all get organized with everyone lends a hand. Mac will handle the engineering, Babs will handle the manufacturing, Fowler as the chief aviation advisor and Bunty providing the eggs to give to Nick and Fetcher for gathering the tools and supplies they need to build the crate. That entire day, while the chickens built the crate, Mr. Tweedy is in the barn trying to fix the pie machine. There was one close call when they thought the machine was fixed but all it did was squirt out hot gravy at Mrs. Tweedy, ending up with her painfully kicking her husband. Even though they still had more time, Ginger wasn't taking any chances. She walks among her troops and encourages them to keep going with their tasks, feeling proud of the amazing enterprise they had pulled together out of nothing.

But then when Ginger compliments Babs on her progress, Babs calls back, "No problem, doll face". Ginger walks out of the hut, her smile faded away. What Babs said had suddenly hit her: she actually missed that big dope calling her doll face. Ginger is realizing that even though she wanted to forget all about Rocky, she couldn't help but miss him. She missed hearing his voice, seeing his handsome face, and just being with him entirely. She looks at his circus poster still clinging to the wall, wondering where he had gone. At least we now know how Ginger really feels about Rocky. Even though she was mad at him, she still loved him with all her heart. If only he were here with her ❤️.

Meanwhile at that moment, Rocky was out in the world, riding along on a tricycle. A radio was strapped on the back and it was playing his favorite song "The Wanderer" by Dion. He is singing along with it as he pedals down the road. Pretty soon, he stumbles upon a large billboard. A moment later, he stops the tricycle, pedals backward and stopped in front of it. Our dashing rooster looks up at the billboard. It read "Mrs. Tweedy's Chicken Pies" and showed Mrs. Tweedy all made up to look very charming in her gingham apron. But yet only those who truly knew her would notice that sinister something lurking behind her little smile.

This advertisement starts to remind him of the hens once again, especially Ginger. It also reminds him of how much he cared about the chickens back on the farm, how much Ginger's dream of freedom for her and her friends really meant to her, and most of all, how much he really did love that determined and spunky hen. Rocky is now beginning to question his decision to leave Ginger, Fowler and the other hens in their time of need. He starts to feel absolute shame in himself. How could he leave when he was their best hope? His empathy for the chickens begins to grow even more. Rocky is now making another big decision; one that will surely change everything. I just hope this new big decision is better than his first one 😒.

During the time they have spent apart, Rocky and Ginger had plenty of time to think about how much they truly meant to each other. With Ginger, when she discovered Rocky's terrible secret, she first felt heartbroken that he was gone, but then she felt betrayed and frustrated that she allowed herself to be blinded by his charms and not finding out the truth sooner. She lost all hope and wanted to forget about Rocky entirely. This was easier said than done because she gets reminded of him again in the midst of everyone building the escape plane, with Babs uttering in response to her, "No problem, doll face", just like Rocky used to do. Ginger realizes at this point, she misses him greatly for he had made it into her heart and she couldn't help but fall in love with him. That cocky yet charming rooster had become a big part of her life and now he was gone. Don't worry, Ginger. Your Prince Charming will return; love always finds a way. Especially if it’s true love ❤️.

With Rocky, he had considered all the hens his friends, thought of Fowler as a father figure and even had fallen in love with Ginger. Unfortunately because of the immense guilt he felt about the big lie he has kept from everyone and knowing that he was falling in love with Ginger, he knew how much his contribution means to her. Therefore, he made the tough yet stupid decision to leave the farm immediately without Ginger's knowledge in order to avoid facing the spunky hen and breaking her heart after calling her out on her brutal honesty. Well you did anyway, you big dope 🤦🏼‍♀️. Rocky thought that he could move on with his life now that he was free, but he soon discovers that freedom can be a lonely road to follow, especially after seeing the billboard. All that does is remind him of Ginger and the other chickens again and that he made a big mistake to leave the farm when they truly needed him. Rocky is now starting to listen to his heart and not his head, and his heart is telling him that his friends needed him. Especially how much he truly missed Ginger; he still loves her with all his heart ❤️. What do you think he's going to do this time?

Anyway this is my tenth weekly Rocky/Ginger moment post commemorating the upcoming sequel to Chicken Run. I hope you enjoyed this post. There will be 2 other posts about the first film coming up in the future. Waiting for this long-awaited sequel may not be easy but these posts are making it easier as the release date draws nearer. But now the wait is almost over!!!!

[dragonologist-phd]

Owlcatober Day 14 - Lake

With the war finally over, Cleo and Galfrey are free to travel where they wish- and to enjoy the scenery while they’re at it.

also on ao3

The summer sun is bright today, and it warms everything it touches. Galfrey lifts her face up to that warmth, basking in the simplicity of the moment. She sits on a rocky outcropping over the edge of a wide lake, miles and miles from any city. Her armor has been left in her tent in favor of simple cotton clothing, and the stone is smooth and hot beneath her bare hands.

Peaceful moments like this used to be few and far between. They’re coming by more often, now, and she’s learning to enjoy them.

Her peace and quiet is interrupted by the approaching clatter of racing, clawed feet, and that’s all the warning she gets before a wolf blurs past her. The creature leaps off the edge of the stone, clearing an impressive distance as she catapults over the lake. Halfway through the arc her shape changes, and by the time she hits the water she’s a tiefling, curled into herself in the shape of a cannonball.

Cleo hits the water with a resounding splash, sending waves and ripples rocking across the once placid lake surface.

“Enjoying yourself?” Galfrey asks wryly when Cleo’s head pops back up for air.

Her former Knight-Commander grins. “The water’s perfect- get on in here with me!”

Out of habit, Galfrey denies immediately, shaking her head and waving Cleo away as she calls back, “I’m just fine up here, thank you very much.”

“Oh, come on.” Cleo backpaddles over to the outcropping, where she floats lazily on her back as she continues her taunts in a singsong voice. “You know you want to, Galfrey.”

Galfrey would have thought that after all this time, Cleo wouldn’t still have such an effect on her. But the sound of Galfrey’s name in her mouth, the daring grin pulling at her lips, even the messiness of the soaked hair plastered against her face- it all stirs something in Galfrey’s chest that’s just as warm as the sun.

It also helps that she’d stripped down for her swim and is now completely naked, with all her curves and muscles on full display as she floats just a few feet below Galfrey’s perch.

“Come on,” she calls again, and with a roll of her eyes Galfrey pulls herself to a standing position. There’s a tingle of anxiety as she slips out of her own clothes; she may be getting used to the pace of her new life, but it’s still a work in progress.

How long has it been, after all, since she’s had the freedom to act without an entire kinngdom’s eyes upon her?

Cleo whistles from below as Galfrey’s clothes fall away, and funnily enough the ridiculous reaction actually eases her nerves. Galfrey steps up to the edge, and without further hesitation throws herself forward into the lake.

The water is cool and refreshing as she plunges beneath the windblown surface, and Galfrey takes her time swimming back up. When she does surface, Cleo is already waiting for her.

She’s obviously pleased with herself, judging by the smirk she wears as she treads closer. “Hey.”

Galfrey pushes her waterlogged braid out of her face and tries to act like she isn’t also grinning like a fool. “Hello, there.”

“Lovely day for a swim, isn’t it?”

“Without a doubt.”

Galfrey’s hands find Cleo’s hips beneath water, and she pulls her close for a kiss. Cleo’s lips taste like lakewater and sunshine, and her hands move to cradle Galfrey’s face as they float together.

Just her, and Cleo, and nobody else around for miles.

It truly is a lovely day.

[slackville-records]

"The Flying Ears" is the name of this "Poster From The Past" for obvious reasons. Several flying figures with human ears for wings are the central image on this one. One of the flying ears is pierced through the lobe. Several of them have human bodies from the neck down and one has a bird's head and taloned type of claws. On the ground below them is a rocky landscape. One of the rocks has an electric socket and the cord running from the socket is the stem of a flower. The eye could wander to the bottom sketch, ripe with reference to unfettered nature, the electronic age and wonders of the inner mind. This was yet another drawing that came from the imaginative rock artist Lee Conklin prior to him doing posters for Bill Graham's poster series.

It was 56 years ago back in 1968 that The WHO, Cannonball Adderly and The Vagrants played for three nights of dance/concerts beginning at the Fillmore Auditorium and finishing up their last two nights at the Winterland Arena just a couple blocks away.

This is BG Fillmore poster number #108 in the series which was printed two times. In today's market place this poster in sharp condition will run you in the vicinity of at least a couple grand give or take... Now, don't you wish you had kept one?!

Can you hear me?

Approved in high volume by...

👉🏼👂🏼Professor Poster👂🏻👈🏼

[brookston]

Holidays 12.20

Holidays

Abolition Day (Réunion)

Big Chungus Day

Bo Aung Kyaw Day (Burma)

Captain America Day

Cathode-Ray Tube Day

Day of National Mourning (Panama)

Dot Your I's Day

Dot Your I's With Smiley's Day

Fête des Cafres (Abolition of Slavery Day; Réunion, French Guiana)

Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover Day

Fur-Day

Games Day

Go Caroling Day

Halcyon Days of Calm Seas begin

International Human Solidarity Day (UN)

Invocation of Molag Bal (Elder Scrolls)

Katharina von Bora Day

Kitzmas

Louisiana Purchase Day

Make An Ornament Day

Mudd Day

National Gregory Day

National Steven Day

Patient Empathy Day

Poet Laureate Day

Resilience Night

Ring of Troth Day

Sacagawea Day

SARE Day (Macau)

Security Agency Worker’s Day (Russia)

Shovel Day (French Republic)

Space Force Day

Stolen Day

Tammasmass E'en (Orkney Islands)

Try to Remember Where You Hid the Christmas Gifts Day

World Day of Skepticism

World Kajalism Day

Wrinkled Shirt Day

Yuletide Lad #9 arrives (Bjugnakraekir or Sausage Pilferer; Iceland)

Food & Drink Celebrations

BPT Remembrance Day (Before Pop Tarts)

National Parsley Day

National Sangria Day

Pop Tart Day

3rd Wednesday in December

National Early Signing Day (NCAA Football) [3rd Wednesday]

Independence Days

Camboriu (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Campinia (Declared; 2000) [unrecognized]

Lycem (Declared; 2012) [unrecognized]

Macau (Macau Special Administrative Region established, 1999)

St. John (Declared; 2013) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Cheech & Chong Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Dominic of Silos (Christian; Saint)

Guyton Morveau (Positivist; Saint)

Hogswatchnight (in Discworld) [December 32]

Mōdraniht (Mother’s Night; Anglo-Saxon Pagans)

Mother Night (Beginning of Yuletide; Celtic, Pagan) [Begins at Sunset]

Not Frank Zappas Birthday (Pastafarian)

O Clavis David (4th O Antiphon or Great Advent Antiphon; Christian) [O Key of David; 4 of 7]

Paul of Latrus (Christian; Saint)

Philogonius (Christian; Saint)

Pieter De Hooch (Artology)

Pongol of the Sun (Hindu)

The Refined Young Cannonballs (Muppetism)

Saturnalia Day 4: Unbound (Pagan)

Swashbuckling Day (Pastafarian)

Ursicinus of Saint-Ursanne (Christian; Saint)

Katharina von Bora (Lutheran)

Yaldā (Iran; eve of the birth of Mithra) [Day before Winter Solstice]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [50 of 53]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [69 of 71]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

All That Jazz (Film; 1979)

Aquamania (Disney Cartoon; 1961)

Born on the Fourth of July (Film; 1989)

Cat Feud (WB MM Cartoon; 1958)

Cats (Film; 2019)

The Color Purple (Film; 1985)

Concert for Bangladesh (Live Album; 1971)

Double Dribble (Disney Cartoon; 1946)

Dreamgirls (Broadway Musical; 1981)

Everybody Plays the Fool, recorded by The Main Ingredient (Song; 1971)

Father of the Bride (Film; 1991)

Flaming Star (Film; 1960) [Elvis Presley #6]

Gangs of New York (Film; 2002)

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (Film; 2011)

The Godfather Part II (Film; 1974)

The Greatest Showman (Film; 2017)

Grimm’s Fairy Tales (Fairy Tale Collection; 1812)

Hare Lift (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

The Horse in the Gray Flannel Suit (Film; 1968)

Hot Rocks 1964-1971, by The Rolling Stones (Compilation Album; 1971)

Island at the Top if the World (Film; 1974)

It’s a Wonderful Life (Film; 1946)

Ivanhoe, by Walter Scott (Novel; 1819)

JFK (Film; 1991)

Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle (Film; 2017)

Lover Come Back (Film; 1961)

The Man with the Golden Gun (US Film; 1974) [James Bond #9]

My Fellow Americans (Film; 1996)

Name That Tune (Radio Series; 1952)

Out of Africa (Film; 1985)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (TV Series; 2023)

Persuasion, by Jane Austen (Novel; 1817) [#6]

Rocky’s Dilemma or A Squirrel in a Stew (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 7; 1959)

Rosamunde, by Helmina von Chézy with incidental music by Franz Schubert (Play; 1823)

The Sand Pebbles (Film; 1966)

Scream (Film; 1996)

Star Wars: Episode IX — The Rise of Skywalker (Film; 2019)

The Submarine Squirrel or 20,000 Leagues Beneath the Sea (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 8; 1959)

They Were Expendable (Film; 1945)

Two Weeks Notice (Film; 2002)

Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day (Disney Cartoon; 1968)

Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too! (Disney Cartoon; 1974)

The Witcher (TV Series; 2019)

Today’s Name Days

Eike, Holger, Julius, Regina (Austria)

Ignat (Bulgaria)

Eugen, Julije, Makarije, Slobodan, Zefirin (Croatia)

Dagmar (Czech Republic)

Abraham (Denmark)

Pärja, Pärje (Estonia)

Benjamin, Kerkko (Finland)

Isaac, Jacob, Théophile (France)

Eike, Holger, Julius (Germany)

Ignatios (Greece)

Teofil (Hungary)

Liberato, Macario (Italy)

Abrams, Argods, Arta, Minjona (Latvia)

Daugardas, Gražvilė, Teofilis (Lithuania)

Abraham, Amund (Norway)

Amon, Bogumiła, Dominik, Liberat, Teofil (Poland)

Ignatie (Romania)

Dagmara (Slovakia)

Domingo, Eugenio, Teófilo (Spain)

Israel, Moses (Sweden)

Ammon, Roxana, Roxanne, Roxie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 354 of 2024; 11 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 51 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 23 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Jia-Zi), Day 8 (Ren-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 8 Teveth 5784

Islamic: 7 Jumada II 1445

J Cal: 24 Zima; Threesday [24 of 30]

Julian: 7 December 2023

Moon: 61%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 18 Bichat (13th Month) [Guyton Morveau]

Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 89 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 29 of 30)

[arkhivchik]

The Amazing Digital Circus | Pocky | Rocky × Pomni

アメージングデジタルサーカス | ポッキー | ロッキー × ポムニ

衣装交換（再び…）

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Intelligent life

Some planets are built for intelligent life. Asteroids sculpted into warrens of caves; barren hunks of rock, terraformed or xenoformed and fashioned into some new sort of home. Even space stations, welcoming travellers to their titanium shores, may grow so large that they form fresh worlds in their own right, the perfect fit for their ingenious creators.

More commonly, they develop new intelligent life of their own: dominant species emerging from within a stable habitat, organically learning to improve their lot, finding ways to bend the rules of nature. They come writhing out of the ocean, clambering down from the trees, and crawling out of ignorance with their tools and words and memories, on the path to claim their birthplace as their throne.

Still more planets do not see intelligent life at all, passing their entire lifespan in that blessed silence, that blissful ignorance - although as such, any species they do possess are unaware of quite how fortunate they are.

But there are some - a rare, ill-fated few - which simply have it thrust upon them.

The Sierra 470 hadn't been meant to ferry pioneers through space. It was only a small gondola under a solar sail, suitable for brief trips between greater craft, with barely enough room for its current occupants. But it had been built as the lifeboat for the ship which had.

That mighty vessel, the SKG Ultramarine, had been en route to a neighbouring galaxy when it was grounded on an iceberg of asteroid debris, its hull ruptured beyond repair. Amongst that backdrop of catastrophe, these escape pods had been cast like dandelion seeds upon the solar winds.

Guntan-B3 was an ocean planet, a few bald islands in a frozen sea, and not the most welcoming to terrestrial life. Still, the crew of the Sierra met it with the gratitude of a drowning man clutching a proffered hand, without pausing to check if it belonged to friend or foe. Like beggars, refugees were seldom afforded the luxury of choice.

Their capsule arrived as a stray bullet, hurtling through the emptiness of space, and punctured the planet's atmosphere as much by chance as by design. For the tightly huddled masses inside, it was a welcome break from the terror of the abyss. They cannonballed into the lilac surf, sending a plume of water soaring overhead and giving rise to ripples which led waves to crash on distant shores... and then set about following them.

Their lifeboat had washed up onto a desert island, in a sense, although Guntan-B3 had few true islands to offer them. The Sierra 470 was not meant for life at sea, and the survivors had to repurpose it into a raft: broken girders turned to oars, the solar sail cut loose, and new sails stitched from the robes of those who'd fallen in the crash.

They cannibalised the ship's technology, air conditioning systems becoming a rudimentary motor, and it wasn't long before they thought about doing the same to each other. Day followed day, and their stores began to look as bare as the horizon, a hazy smudge between the ashen sky and purple sea. No doves appeared to save them from the flood, and lead them to their Mouth Ararat.

But then the peolops did.

They were roughly seal-like in appearance, rotund yet sleek, or simply adapted to a life in the sea. The crew named them for the sounds they made, a sort of bubbling greeting as they looked up to the makeshift deck. They were curious, friendly, unafraid - and why would they be? They had no natural predators, and had hitherto been alone above the waves, where they only came to breed in places where their young could also feel secure.

Intentionally or not, they led the Sierra 470 to one such site, a rocky atoll that barely rose above the surf. It was a snug fit for one corner of the spacecraft's hull, and they nestled into their new home, a place where they could stretch their legs and wade into the periwinkle shallows. They washed, and laughed, and thanked the peolops for their aid as they swam in circles around them.

But joy soon faded as their other needs returned. The pioneers were cold, and hungry, and desperate. It was nice to have friends, but all of the friendliness in the world couldn't furnish them with the other things they lacked. They had no need for companionship, on a lifeboat already crammed to the gills. They had a need for furs, and fire, and food. The peolops had a thick hide, and oily blubber, and plentiful flesh.

In future generations, the descendants of those settlors would tell each other stories of a world imbued with magic, of friendly animals that lived side-by-side, a world that could never exist. But there was no magic in their world. The pioneers had proven that. They scoured the oceans, tracked down every peolop on the planet, stripped them each down to their cartilage, and didn't find an ounce of magic in their hearts.

They had discovered a new life for themselves, utilising the remains of their technology to exert dominion, confusing their intelligence for wisdom. It was an oil lamp that cast a shadow over the rest of the planet. In the absence of the peolops to control their numbers, their prey species began to proliferate, and devoured the white coral which in turn gave them sustenance. Within a century of the Sierra 470's arrival, Guntam-B3 had become every bit as dead as the pioneers had first feared.

Again, adrift not in a flood but in a drought, a desert of their own design, they prayed for a dove to come and guide them on. Again, those prayers were answered: an intact spacecraft, making a controlled descent into the atmosphere in search of future colonies, discovered their atoll, the rusted, water-damaged homes, the apparent savages who huddled in the shallows underneath.

Once the language barrier was breached, they extended an invitation for the descendants to join them on their ship, and the survivors welcomed them with gratitude, sharing smiles of relief as they escorted them aboard. They were intrigued by this alien species, who seemed more advanced than they were now, and perhaps more than they'd ever been. Corralled into some sort of holding pen, they were curious, friendly, unafraid - and why would they be? They had grown up with dominion here.

Like the peolops, they had never known to fear a predator before.

[postmakerkiwi]

⚔️ Peace Keepers' Garrison - Shielding Tents 🛡️

Well, these are new. And while they might not be a fit for the adult dragons, why don't you take a minute to hide inside? Before they inevitably get burnt down or filled with cannonball-sized holes. A moment's rest from the sun and winds bearing down on this rocky desert.

photo via Spyro Wikia (RU)

[ninjago-shipping]

Hetero List

(B! equals Bizarro, and M! equal the Ninjago movie, just so y’all know)

A.

Aerial || Vania x Morro

Amber || Cole x Skylor

Ambershock || Skylor x Jay

ArcticWolf || Zane x Akita

B.

BlackWire || Cole x Pixal

BlueWire || Jay x Pixal

Braincell || Nya x Zane

C.

Cannonball || Captain Soto x Ultra Violet

Cliché || M!Nya x M!Jay

Cloudburst || Nya x Morro

Coliel || Cole x Seliel

Conya or Petrichor || Cole x Nya

Cryxal || Cryptor x Pixal

D.

Dayle or Gareth || Dareth x Gayle Gossip

Doglocke || Dogshank x Flintlocke

DustDevil || Morro x Ultra Violet

E.

Elleven || Lloyd x Racer Seven

Ember || Kai & Skylor (queerplatonic!!)

EnergyEfficient || Lloyd x Pixal

Entombed || Pythor x Aspheera

F.

Feral || Akita x Benthomaar

Firefly || Kai x Vania

Firewall || Kai x Pixal

Flood || Kalmaar x Nya

Fog || Nya x Shade

Fowl || Libber x Clouse

FruitPunch or Sorin || Sora x Arin

G.

GarageRace || Scott x Racer 7

Garsako or Harbinger || Garmadon x Misako

H.

Holly or Llokita || Lloyd x Akita

Hope || Young Wu x Faith

HowlingWind || Bansha x Morro

I.

Icestorm || B!Zane x Nya

Ivory || Hailmar x Vania

J.

JadedSnake || Harumi x “Snake Jaguar”

JadeStorm or Morrumi || Morro x Harumi

Jaya || Jay x Nya

K.

Kailor || Kai x Skylor

Kitsune || Morro x Akita

L.

Life or Lloya || Lloyd x Nya

Lorumi/Llorumi || Lloyd x Harumi

Lullaby || Lou x Maya

M.

Mellow || Lou x Lilly

Miasma || Morro x Tox

Mirage || Kai x Chamille

Misfortune || Nadakhan x Delara

Moriel or Phantom || Morro x Seliel

Mudslide || B!Cole x Nya

N.

Nemesis || Sensei Wu x Aspheera

O.

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P.

Permafrost || Ice Emperor Zane x Pixal

Pixane || Pixal x Zane

PunkRock || Ultra Violet x “Rocky Dangerbuff”

Q.

Quiet || Mr. E x Harumi

R.

Raincloud || Vania x Benthomaar

Redemption || Morro x Skylor

Revenge || Mr. F x Aspheera

Roadrunner || Ultra Violet x Fugi-Dove

Ronya || Ronin x Nya

S.

SeaSerpent || Skylor x Benthomaar

Skelma || Skales x Selma

Smithcest or Heatwave || Kai x Nya

Snakecell || Nya x “Snake Jaguar”

Steam or Raya || Ray x Maya

StolenKiss || B!Jay x Nya

Strike || Libber x Krux

Sunflower || Vania x Echo Zane

Sunshine || Cole x Ultra Violet

T.

Tar || Shade x Tox

Tea || Sensei Wu x Mystake

TeaPost || Mystake x Mailman

TheyDeservedBetter || Show!Garmadon x Koko

Transformer || Ash x Chamille

Trident || Nya x Benthomaar

U.

UltraE || Ultra Violet x Mr. E

V.

VanillaCake || Vania x Cole

VioletSnake || Ultra Violet x “Snake Jaguar”

W.

Whiplash || Aspheera x Acronix

Windpower || Morro x Pixal

Wusako || Sensei Wu x Misako

X.

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Y.

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Z.

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[in-inertia]

Can u tell us, nonetheless, of your greatest hunts? The biggest prey u've ever felled? What is ur weapon of choice against them?

Biggest that I've personally felled? ...Pah. I suppose a small story cannot hurt.

I cannot count the Seaborn God, Ishar-mla, as one of my hunts. Though it was my strategy that saw it dead, my own work was in cutting a path for the Third Company to strike at the Firstborn. My lance never tore into its divine flesh.

There was a Benthic Herald, a leviathan that stormed the Iberian shore with its brood. The ocean teemed with millions of its fetid offspring, hordes laid to waste by artillery from the Penal Battalion. The Iberian Inquisition picked off the largest that broke through the fire, but they could not stem the tide. The sea is too mighty to be driven back by such weak fire.

They gave their lives to hold the line as long as they could, while my Hunters and I slew the titan. The Herald was not the leviathan itself, a blind beast whose movements shook the earth and caused tidal surges. The Herald was the multitude of nudibranchs that clung to it like sores, gastropods about the size of a burdenbeast. They spat a terrible acid with horrific force, some corrosive bile that burned the air and tore through the rocky cliffs. It flew like a cannonball. I was hit by one—disemboweled by the acid, and almost eaten in the process by the beast. I'd sacrificed myself to save one of my Hunters. I was fast enough to avoid the barrage, but she was not. A moment's miscommunication would have left her dead to the waves had I not intervened.

It was my dear Laurentina who rescued me, risking her life in a foolish gambit to save mine. Given the results, I can't be cross with her. She carried me to relative safety along the beach, where Inquisitor Irene fought off the hordes long enough for me to regrow most of my insides. I rejoined the hunt just in time to rally my Hunters from what looked like certain defeat. Laurentina and I struck down the Herald, one by one, coordinated in a back-and-forth dance. It was a "glass cannon" of sorts; the nudibranchs' vulnerable bodies were protected only by the strength of their barrage. Without it, the colossus was blind and dumb. It was Skadi, the Hunter whose life I'd have traded my own for, who struck down the leviathan with her claymore.

It was a troublesome affair, and a grim reminder that the slightest hesitation can mean disaster.

[eggoverlord]

It's been a bit. I mainly listen to music on my commutes to and from school, so I didn't listen to as much over the summer, but here is my list for summer, June through August

The Soul Children - The Soul Children - Soul

Remain in Light - Talking Heads (as preformed by a mostly cover band with the guitarist from talking heads I saw them live and they did really good also I have already listened to the original) - Post Punk

Animals - Pink Floyd (Covered by Colonial Claypool Flying Frog Brigade also already heard the original same story as previous one) - Prog Rock

Mouth to Mouth - Lipps Inc - Disco

PetroDragonic Apocalypse; or, Dawn of Eternal Night: An Annihilation of Planet Earth and the Beginning of Merciless Damnation - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Doom-ish Prog Metal. Basically, King Gizzard metal, it's very much them and you can tell (in a good way obviously)

Apollo XXI - Steve Lacy - Alternative R&B

Star Booty - Bitch Magnet - Like early early math rock, punk or grunge sounding almost

Light Of Worlds - Kool & The Gang - Funk

My Sound (1993-2004) - Dillininja - Jungle

G I R L - Pharrell Williams - R&B&Pop

The Origin Of My Depression - Uboa - Experimental Stuff I don't even know

Fresh - Sly & The Family Stone - Funk

Incunabula - Autechre - IDM

Phocus - VHS Head - Music made from VHS tapes (weird electronic shit)

Zen, or the Means Without Ends - Heaven Pierce Her - Yeah, this guy listens to Swans, how could you tell? But fr good music a lot of droning with some chill guitar

Isolation - Kali Uchis - R&B

To Smithereens - Gay Beast - Very Noisy Math Rock

Songs EP (Live In Chicago) - Piglet - Math Rock

Ascenseur pour l'échafaud - Miles Davis - Modal Jazz

Vespertine - Björk - Experimental Pop

The Beggar - Swans - Experimental Rock

Songs For The Terrestrially Challenged - Speaking Canaries - Math Rock

Grievances and Dead Malls - Nero's Day At Disneyland - Experimental Breakcore Shit

From Rotting Fantasylands - Nero's Day At Disneyland - Experimental Breakcore once more

Dream of an Endless Ocean - David Szymanski - Experimental Electronic with a lot of Classical Elements

Don Caballero 2 - Don Caballero - I've already listened to it also math rock

10,000 gecs - 1000 gecs - If you havent listen to the album you wont believe me but. Hyperpop with a shocking amount of nu metal of all things. It goes hard though. Also ska sometimes

Locked Into Phantasy - Laura Bousfield - Experimental Breakcore stuff

When The Pawn - Fiona Apple - Some Kind of Pop and/or Alternative

Songs From The Big Chair - Tears For Fears - Pop of the very 80s variety

Attention Shoppers - Nero's Day At Disneyland - Experimental Breakcore

It Was Written - Nas - Gangsta Rap

A Go Go - John Scofield - Instrumental Funk

Surrender - The Chemical Brothers - Dance (which is one of the least creative genre names)

Ashes of the Wake - Lamb of God - Groove Metal

My War - Black Flag - Hardcore Punk with a bit of Mathy stuff

Anthology - Colour - Midwest Emo

The Blues - BB King - Blues

Celebrity Skin - Hole - Grunge

Something Else (Rudy Van Gelder Edition) - Cannonball Adderley - Hard Bop

Songs In The Key Of Life - Stevie Wonder - RnB

100 One Says - 100 Onces - Mathy Rocky

Superunknown - Soundgarden - Grunge

"Bird" Symbols - Charlie Parker - Bop

Clifford Brown and Max Roach - Clifford Brown and Max Roach Quintet - Bop

Light as a Feather - Chick Corea and Return Forever - Jazz Fusion (re-listening)

Quebec - Ween - Experimental Psych Rock