#they have that weird texture that’s like string?

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

I believe the other theory that Martin stocks up on food because his mother would withheld food, ‘cuz like, yeah probably (idk if anyone knows what I’m talking about since I’m referencing a post made a year ago)  but! I’d also like to offer the reason Martin had so many canned peaches was because they were a comfort/dopamine food and he got sick of craving it and not having any so he decided he was going to go to the store and get a SHIT ton of canned peaches so he’ll never run out, and then he was stuck eating canned peaches until he despises them and they will never be a comfort food again

[charliemwrites]

Part 4 of obsessed Johnny.

(Part 3 is here!)

(CW for nonconsensual ‘sort-of’ free use and edging; and again - dubious consent. Please stay safe!!)

Johnny’s favorite pastime is playing with you. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s being purposefully cruel, but no. He’s just… strangely preoccupied with your body.

He spends most nights cradling you between his legs, your back to his chest, arms wrapped around you. The two of you watch tv or movies, share popcorn - sometimes he watches you play on your Switch or reads over your shoulder.

It started out almost innocent (so to speak) in the beginning. He’s a fidgety guy, you’ve known that long before this whole mess, used to smile to yourself when you cleaned up straw wrappers and clean napkins folded into odd shapes.

So you barely notice when he starts fiddling with the hems of your sweatshirt and long shirts, picking at strings or running his thumb over knit textures. When he moved to your socks, that caught your attention but never went very far - just tugging at elastic lace or rolling/unrolling the tops along your thighs.

And then one night, as the two of you are watching the latest superhero movie, he hand creeps under your panties. You jolt the instant his fingers grazes your slit, hands twitching as you debate the dangers of redirecting him.

“Something wrong, Bonnie?” he asks against your ear, genuinely curious. “Is it too loud?”

It occurs to you that he genuinely might not realize what he’s doing - that reaching for you is just a thoughtless action like folding up bits of paper.

“Your hand is in my underwear,” you explain.

A pause. “Oh, so it is.” And to your surprise, he returns to hugging you.

It happens again though, this time you’re so preoccupied trying to beat a video game level that you almost don’t notice until his middle finger glides over your clit. You suck in a breath and die instantly.

“Damn,” he mutters. “Thought you had it that time. Gonna give it another go or you done for the night.”

Stuttering, you say you’ll give it another try, almost morbidly curious about how far he’ll go. Pretty far it turns out. He toys with your clit for 15 minutes before you clear your throat and shift, feeling unbearably wet and achy.

“Oh, shite. I did it again,” he mumbles, extracting his hand and settling it on the outside of your thigh. “No wonder you keep dying.”

The next time is during an intense tv show you’ve both gotten really into. It’s distracting from the weird reality you’ve found yourself in - but not weird enough that you can ignore Johnny tapping his finger nervously over your clit. You swear your heartbeat is starting to match that rhythm - tap, tap, tap. He doesn’t get the hint when you shift this time, eyes locked on the screen as he mutters to himself.

“No way is he secretly her brother. No fuckin’ way.”

You try to ignore it. Hope it’ll end in its own time when the tension dies down. It doesn’t. He lets the next episode load automatically, babbling to you about the crazy cliffhanger.

As it opens, his fingers travel down your slit to your entrance, find the slick there and play in it. Microthrusts against your leaking hole, just wetting his fingertip before dragging it out, up to your clit, three circles, then back down again.

It’s maddening but it’s not enough. You’re biting your lip so hard you’re surprised you don’t taste blood, thighs twitching with each jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

On and on it goes, slow and absent, maddening. Literally just playing with your pussy like a fidget toy. He’s not even fully hard against your lower back! Just the normal amount of mildly turned on that having you in his lap produces.

It’s driving you into a fucking spiral. So so sensitive, so close to the edge, but never enough. You just lay there trapped against him, dripping and desperate and determined to be quiet because you don’t know what else to do now. You can’t let yourself get off to this - but you also can’t find the words to remind him to stop.

When the episode - the finally - finally ends, he pulls his hand away, already gearing up to discuss theories for the next season with you. Instead, he’s cut off as you hiccup, near tears with being denied.

“What’s wrong, hen? I didn’t think it was that bad!” he says.

“You-you were…” you can’t get the words out, give up entirely. Time to see if he really is as devoted to pleasing you as he always swears.

You crawl out of his lap, flip onto your back, and yank him down by the hair. He makes a startled noise, eyes going huge, and then whimpers as his cheek presses into your absolutely soaked panties. Even that is a cruel but unintentional tease.

“Fix it,” you near sob.

“Of course, baby, of course,” he hurries to say, wriggling into a better position. “I’m sorry, love. So sorry. Got you all spun up, huh? Didn’t mean to. You’re just so soft and-”

You whine. “Soap, shut up and lick me!”

He moans, hips jerking hard into the mattress. “Yes, ma’am.”

[astralnymphh]

Okay I have this little thought of fucking ellie in lotus position and I literally can’t get it out of my head

Sorry if this is weird I just feel like you could do it justice if you’re comfortable😭

omgg lotus position. that's like.. perfect for ellie cause she loves you straddling her and boobs.. and grabbing handfuls of ass meat. I'll do a little blurb on this but honestly might incorporate this position in a future fic. this feels a bit lazy but i swear im just saving my brain as i start saccharine saturations 2. MDNI ౨ৎ

lotus position with ellie ౨ৎ

let me paint the perspective on this blank canvas. the girl before you, ruby–eared as the budding roses of spring and swamping her sights in you, intoxication, a budding lust to be. the absolute hormone spurts you get whenever ellie drags you atop her lap is utterly intoxicating, utterly. you, sitting vis–à–vis. both of you undertaking the nude. her knees, bent to a perfect splay that opens a little seat just for you, a fleshy, cushiony, linen bedsheet crater. fair skin awash in tawny light, courtesy of the floor lamp abutting to the bed. a light that also reflects a shimmer string off the solid base of her strap, diagonally rested between those manspread legs. chartreuse green encapsulated in a bedroom–eye droopy–lid gaze surrounded by reeds of her deep amber esque lashes curving so softly from her puffy waterlines. an expression that says 'come sit on my lap pretty girl.' while she loiters one of those lusty hands to pose and dab her thigh gently– rippling the tight skin barely and croaking a smoky whisper, "c'mon baby, m' all ready for you now." as her lip corners tug a toothy smirk, folding the bottom lip under to bite. it coils back out, so pliantly, she lures you in tender.

ellie would fuck you so good in lotus. maddenly so, spires of her knobby digits grapple and hook on your ass, soothing softness leaven as milk bread. hairs on her arms, bitsy and tickle inducing, lie plumb from your thighs to your hips and are clasped in the soft layer of elasticity. she kneads your butt like malleable dough and spreads you wide on her pumping cock, lubricous laces lashing from your stuffed slit. the pressure exuded in her fingertips line your ass so perfectly to her roll of hip, she can fuck up into your cunt just right. in this angle, she deepens within you, and you take her unconditionally. plop, plop, palp, the slickening of cum glazes your underside thoroughly and crafts a wet slap whenever her dense hips rut into your cushy pussy lips. in your blurred numbness she finds a mania in seeing you all dog–panting and white–eyed, craning close and curling those sun–baked lips flush on your breast, "fuck that pussy back on me, mhmm, good girl.." brushing skin with her muffled coax. you bounce your bottom in sync with hers, creating a on beat rhythm, but in return her cock bottoms out deeper inside to the point of bulging a knob in your belly. on an ellie's perspective note, she fucking loves suckling upon your tender, risen nipples during sex, so this position basically emboldened her to put those eager lips to use. her gob caves an 'o' shape over your nipple and excitedly flicks her textured tongue over the nub, ever the more inflaming your pussy with euphoria. you card knuckles in her tuft of auburn hair, yanking a grip of locks to which ellie gives your nipple a teensy bite, getting you to yelp. ugh, can't you just visualize that view? a thin gap between your humping bodies, skin clumping and swelling, her perky boobs jiggling with the movements produced, peak of her russet pubes browsing over the harness base– slap! a red sting of fury nips you in the buttcheek, literally. ellie can't get enough of your rump, popping off your breast a moment and slanting her body aside to catch a glimpse of it, freak, indulging another slap. anyways, holding your hips captive to where she needs them, she pipes all the delectable cream she can out of you, grazing that bumpy vein shaft along your ribbed walls with a passion to spite 'unpassions', she coagulates a burning knot inside you, haste without chaste. girl will commit ungodly things to prove how helpless to climax you are on her thickset dick, popping her mouth off your tit to provoke in words of hypocrisy, "feels so good, huh? going dumb on my cock? yeahh? haha, god, can't even see your eyes, fuck." i claim hypocrisy, because we all know damn well with our combined minds that this girl gets dumb on your pussy, folding up her lips to contain the slobber threatening to make her look pussydrunk.

and she is most definetely pussydrunk, moreso in this position, climbing up to a high real fast. chromatically, her moan rises, "uhhhhhhh, yeahahhaaa.. ohh fuck."

how she looks cumming in this position? electrifying. her fawn freckled cheeks overcast in a flush of coral pink, gaping her lips wide and scrunching skin in all the right areas. the chafing pleasure tweaking her clit makes for a good fucking orgasm. her lids embracing the reflex of scantly shutting and gazing up at you, the green in her eyes somehow more vibrant and her pupils blown to a new moon. she just whines a grunty, "hahhh– mhhh, mhhh, yeessss." in a warble while twitching her last final blows against your beaten cervix, cockhead mashing that gummy donut. scarred as your shoulderblades take the toll ten clawing nails can bestow, her fingers whiten away the pigment with the strength issued into your flesh. her own pussy convulses and gathers up a bit of milky cum to streamline in strings along her perineum, dripping like dew onto the bed. you're ways from comparable, though, spraying your clear orgasm all over her. she'll praise you through her tale of moans, groaning, "uhhh yeah, get that cock all filthy– filthy, filthy, filthhh– fuuckkkk.." strands of her hair stick in an untidy manner beyond her hairline, shadowing that gloss of sweat narrowly. then, she dwindles down to a smile, a smile to bury. burying kisses in your sternum, she peppers up and up with a sudden awash of elation walking hand–in–hand with exhaustion. shaky nubs of her fingertips press and drag sweaty over the blushed marks given in her high, almost writing an apology to the poor scratches. looser skin of your back bulges and ribs between her waxy digits, cooling with a pasty ache. the weeping of pores after sex was no joke, no lie. and ellie intended to lick every puny dollop of it from your body. "l'mme clean you up.." she mumbles droney as a meadow bee barming your ears with a measly melody, voice muted in your neck. you reply, fumbly out of breath, "oh, a bath? i could really use a–" the chambré stamp of her tongue unfurls blunt to your neck, nudging up a spit trail along the skin. by clean you up, she just means lick you like a dog. i personally live for ellie doing that. you bumble, "ellie?" and she just garbles back, lips obviously occupied, "let me, mhh, clean you up.." and slipping a gritty chuckle in the depths of her throat, shrugging her shoulders a bit.

don't even get me started on ellie licking you up and down after sex.

[brucewaynehater101]

I have a spooky Tim au that I think you would like.

Tim is not human and has never been. He knows this. His "parents" know this. The rouges know this. However, none of the Bats but one know this. When around the Bats, Tim looks like a Normal Human. His skin is pale but does look like flesh and his eyes are weirdly pale but they still look like eyes. His hair has a weird texture but its prob just his shampoo, so surely the slightly off texture in how his skin feels is just his lotion, right? His teeth are a bit sharp but still human teeth and his movements a bit odd, but what Bat doesn't move strangely?

However when they aren't around, it is a totally different story. His skin changes to look like porcelain and his eyes are so very clearly made of painted glass. His hair is made of string and twine died black and when its fist or foot lands a blow it feels like being hit by a sand bag and not flesh and bone. His teeth are made of shards of broken glass and his movements are far to Jerry yet smooth, like a puppet on strings that glides through the air in a horrible mimicry of walking. This Thing that wears the Robin Suit is Not a human, as long as it isn't around Batman or Nightwing. When either are there, The Rouges can see the shift. The way it suddenly looks so *human*. But once Batman leaves it shifts back into being a *thing*.

Tim is only a Thing when he is either scaring the rouges or Truly Comfortable. Young Justice knows that Tim is not a human and he doesn't hide it from them. There is never any fight about his civilian identity because he freely tells them, "I am a Thing made from Glass and Sand and Fabric and Magic. He is not a Person nor has he ever Been A Person. He is not some poor sap who was transformed into a Thing, he is a Thing that was created and then given life with Magic.

As for how Jack and Janet acquired a Thing like Tim, well. They're archeologists. They dug up an old tomb, found a coffin that was chained closed and bolted to the ground and like every White Person In A Horror Movie, they opened it without a second thought. Inside they found an ancient, cursed doll. It came to life when Janet cut herself trying to clean off one of its broken glass eyes to get a better look and the blood fell on it. The pair then decided this was a lot easier than child birth and kept the cursed doll, naming it Tim.

My gods. I love the ending of this cause it gives off the same vibes as "humans will adopt anything" tropes in space travel fiction.

I have one caveat with the Bats not knowing. I hc that Cass knows. Tim's body language is too strange for her not to notice something.

Everything else? Beautiful. It would be hilarious if people keep trying to tell the Bats. Here's a possible scene:

Goon: *points finger at Tim* "That thing beside you isn't human!"

Tim: *fakes having his shoulders drop as he turns slightly away in dejection*

Dick: *absolute fury as he beats up the goon*

Tim: *decides not to get revenge after seeing what Nightwing does to the person*

or

Rogue: "I'm telling ya, whatever he is got string hair, porcelain skin, and doll like movements to him."

Batman: *hums, takes them out, proceeds to Batcave*

Tim: "What's up, B?"

Bruce: "[] said that you look different when we're not around you."

Tim: *tilts his head* "I mean, I like playing up the rumors that the Bats are cryptids, demons from hell, spirits, or whatever when I can. I add effects to my costume to increase the spook factor."

Bruce: *nods and turns away to end the conversation for now*

Tim: *makes plots to ruin that rogue's life for a bit as revenge and a message*

I'm curious how wounds and scars look on Tim's porcelain skin. How does he heal? Does he even have a spleen?

I'm also down for two avenues:

Jason doesn't know like the rest of the Bats. After they start to become close to each other, Jason retaliates against folk who try to demean Tim. He tries to hide the comments from Tim until he learns that the teen finds it funny and ramps up the rumors on purpose. Then he switches to pulling pranks on people with Tim to create more wild theories and gossip.

Jason finds out at TT, and Tim ensures no one actually believes Jason. Perhaps he even starts the notion that Jason was affected by the Pit. It drives Jason bonkers that no one is trusting him or accepting his words for what they are.

[m1ntch1p29]

My hyper fixation of biology and Halovians combined and this came out of it. Enjoy??? I might add to this???

GENDER DIFFERENCES -Men have bigger halos and smaller wings then women -Women have three pairs of wings(behind their ears, another on their shoulders, and the final at their waist) -Men have just two pairs(behind ears, waist) -Can fly, but women can fly farther and for longer due to having bigger and/or more wings compared to men

BIRD NOISES(???) -Can make a variety of bird-like chirps, whistles, and birdsong, but mostly grow out of it. -If around family or really stressed they'll make them anyways but it's mainly kids who chirp/warble in public -In families, each Halovian has a string of notes that are a sort of callsign. No two are the same. -Is a bit like another language but it's more rudimentary then other languages, which is why most adult halovians tend to speak instead of using bird calls. -Some halovians can mimic other people's voices, kinda like parrots do -Voices(both bird-like and not) can be super loud. Like, way too loud. A group of fifteen Halovians could probably out-screech a concert.

HALO/GENERAL BIOLOGY STUFF -Have migraines if halo is detached from their head for top long(Robin gets them often) -Halos are just straight up metal so there isn't sensation in them, like bones. However, if a halo gets snapped/broken however it causes extreme pain. -Have hollow bones that are reinforced with cartilage -Have broader shoulders and stronger upper bodies and cores compared to other human-like species     -More pronounced canines that hook in a bit more compared to regular humans, however not as much as Foxian/Vidyadhara. Have a tooth that replaces the molar behind the canine, that is drastically hook-like and points inwards towards the throat. -Like shiny and bright objects, and their homes will practically be covered in little trinkets and cool rocks. -Omnivores, tend to lean more towards fish and other aquatic animals. -Stupidly good swimmers, despite having four-six wings. -They're technically(???)mammals but like platypus they lay eggs(I'm not weird this is legit just the most logical solution to the God damn halos existing) -Females have flatter chests than other human-like species -Tend to be taller than other human-like species       -Head wing bones are cartilage, like ears

FEATHERS/WING STUFF -Look super gross as children. Look up baby birds. They looked like that but more human-like. No feathers until 3-4 years of age. -Children have more feathers, and look less scraggly, but they are still developing for the first 10-12 years of their life and cannot fly. -Teenagers start growing adult feathers, and can begin practicing to fly. They won't be able to until they reach 17-18 years of age. -Adults have fully feathered wings, and have yearly molts where their feathers shed and they grow new ones over a month period. Children have molts every five years, and teenagers every two years. -Preening sessions are needed to be able to fly, and are typically done in groups with family or people halovians hold close. A bit like braiding hair but more emotionally intimate -Feathers and wing shape vary between different species of Halovian, however they all tend to be on the longer side, with longer wings to help glide and catch air currents on the ocean. -Head-wings are typically the same colour as hair before fading into the colour of the back wings. Head wings and back wings are usually different colours. -Hair has a soft, feather-like texture to it, and there is a layer of down and small feathers on the scalp under the hair, especially near the ears. -Feathers are soft and waterproof for diving.

MISC: -Originated from a planet that has very high cliffs and a lot of ocean, thus Halovians evolved to water hunting and flying.                                 -Use their halos like fishing lures: tossing them into the water, gliding above waiting for fish to be like 'Oh hey shiny' and then diving into the water head-first to grab fish.                                  -Back in the 'ye olden days' of Halovian society men used to use the size and shine of their halos to impress people they wanted to court.  -When scared/embarrassed halovians use their wings to hide their faces and neck from view. Wings flare when stressed, frustrated or angry.                        -Giving somebody a back wing feather is saying 'I want to court you'  -Giving somebody a head wing feather is saying 'I see you as family'    -Halo jewelry is a thing. Depending on the halo it’s either dangling little charms or something winding around it. If there's any others you thought of let me know :D I'll either be doing foxians or vidyas next :)

Edit: fixed the formatting because it got weird for some reason????

Edit 2: still weird wtf, idk what's going on with it

[gerogerigaogaigar]

In the wake of the Drake/Kendrick beef its become clear that a lot of people here don't know what hip-hop is and/or don't know how to listen to it. Instead of dunking on people's ignorance I'd like to offer up an educational opportunity. Hip-hop can be difficult to get into if you come from an exclusively white and rock oriented upbringing. It simply listens differently than other popular music and you have to learn how to listen to it. This is honestly true of all music, but white america grows up with modern rock and pop that more or less derive their structure from tin pan alley music of the early 1900's. Hip-hop is a derivative of the 70's disco scene. Disco had an even more dance oriented feel than the funk that it spun off from. And funk was already more rhythm heavy than the Soul and Rhythm & Blues that birthed the funk scene.

Hip-hop is, first and foremost, a black artform and I am not black. So I'm not trying to position myself as a community ambassador or anything, but I do get that there are some barriers that white suburban kids face when it comes to getting into hip-hop. I also know that I am very, very into hip-hop so being a suburban white kid is clearly not an excuse for dismissing an entire artform. And racism isn't something you are it's something you do. So its time to stop talking about Weird Al and Eminem* whenever someone asks if you like rap. Right now it is time to learn how to listen.

*all due respect to eminem, he's actually really good, but we aren't talking about white rappers right now

When listening to rap one of the first things you need to pay attention to is the rapper's flow. A rapper's instrument is their voice, but unlike what you may be used to rap vocals are part of the percussion. In the songs included below, try to listen for how the vocals create a rhythmic counterpoint to the instrumentals. and listen for how rappers use rhyme as well as rhythm to create a pleasing cadence. Don't worry about what they're saying, listen to how they say it.

All Caps We start with All Caps, an absolute beast of a song. MF DOOM meets the frantic energy of the beat with a steady even flow that feels effortless. DOOM interlocks Rhyme schemes and uses matching vowel sounds throughout the verses to create the illusion that he is just dropping thoughts off the top of his head. The maneuver he pulls in the last stanza always blows my mind. making a *pop* sound to onomatopoetically match the vowel sound in pot, got, and snot while also rhyming troubles and bubbles.

A Milli Next up is Lil Wayne. Much like DOOM he can bury rhyme schemes for days, but instead of a smooth even flow he goes in bursts of frantic energy to contrast the very steady beat.

Ultimate Denzel Curry is probably one of the best in the trap scene and Ultimate is an early track where he is nailing the lazy beat, angry delivery thing. his shouted couplets overlay the trilled snare to create a texture that is actually very typical of trap music.

Izzo (H.O.V.A.) Jay-Z has a triumphant tone and a sing-songy cadence to his voice. He tends to match the percussive parts of his raps to the downbeat of the drums and it further emphasizes the strings from the Jackson Five sample and his more melodic lilting.

Bad Character You might notice that Quasimoto sounds... uh... well its Madlib with his voice pitched up. Weirdly Quas has a totally different cadence than Madlib. The timbre of his voice is so distinctive but he raps so casually. It almost feels like he is disconnected from the beat, but he's still right on it. It is a weird quirky atmosphere.

ATliens ATliens is the first song on the list with multiple rappers on it. Big Boi is a master of the straightforward 90's gangsta style while Andre 3000 has a supernatural sense for where he is on the beat that allows him to dodge and weave around it. the two of them work together by giving a back and forth between the extreme steadyness of Big Boi and the extreme wonkiness of Andre 3000.

Protect Ya Neck The Wu-Tang Clan had a lot of members and Protect Ya Neck has all of them on it. It would take forever to explain the different styles of the whole Clan so I'm just gonna let you hear it all yourself. even if you can't tell them all apart it is still pretty easy to tell when they pass the mic.

Ready Or Not Wyclef Jean and Ms. Lauryn Hill are two of the best rappers, and also Pras is here. The interpolation of soul hooks that show off Lauryn Hill's singing skills were standard for the group, but Hill could switch from singing to rapping on a dime. Even when they are rapping there is a sense of soul music underlying their music.

Life's A Bitch Another track with a laid back beat. I couldn't tell you when Nas takes a fucking breath in this song. he just goes and goes. everyone on this is so smooth.

Fix Up, Look Sharp Finally I had to get some really rowdy shit on here. Dizze Rascal's flow is so bombastic. he hits every downbeat as hard as possible and almost drowns out the steady snare-kick beat with his voice alone. Like Jay-Z he is also very sing-songy.

To Be Continued ===> Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part4 | Part 5 | Part 6

[hexxalite-hecate]

I used the Flycam mod to go to the Black City.

Ever since I first played Origins 13 years ago, I've been curious about how the devs represented the Black City in the game. There are a few main masses, and they generally look equidistant from most areas of the Fade. But I noticed a long time ago that when Sloth sends you to your personal nightmare in the fake Weisshaupt in Broken Circle, one of the Black City islands looks way, WAY bigger. I just happened to be playing that section today, and I'd been using the new Flycam mod to take some screenshots. It occurred to me: why not see the throne of the Maker, and find out if it is empty? 

I was interested in this mass of 6 islands, which appears from different angles in different sections of Sloth's realm.

It takes a LONG time to get here, even with flycam. About 5 minutes realtime. but it's worth it. It was so cool but I was also unexpectedly and HUGELY creeped out. The half-rendered textures feel like something out of a weird nightmare, the lighting is strange, and some sections are completely hidden in mist until they loom over you. And the creepy Fade music was playing over the top of everything.

Getting closer to the left spur. Some shapes are visible that look like structures.

Getting closer, the structures become clearer. This one looks kind of industrial and factory-like:

The highest island has these long strings coming down from it, almost like a deep sea squid.

A spire-like structure on the highest island:

The main mass is GIGANTIC, so big I couldn't get it in one screenshot. It's like a huge capsized ship, like the titanic. Or like a massive eldritch sea creature mid-dive with its tail flipping up. Somwhere between organic and mechanic. It's honestly SO CREEPY. Also I have megalophobia and this thing was setting it off BIG TIME.

From the top, looking down. Images don't do justice to how enormous it is. The blob on the left is Weisshaupt.

This thing is so big that the perspective got really confusing and it was sending the camera HAYWIRE. It kept shaking and pinging around. This is looking vertically down:

Looking back up the “tail” of the main mass to the highest island:

Next I was interested in this guy way off to the left, who looked like he had some cool structures. We shall call him: genie lamp!

The structures here are far more uniform and city-like. They reminded me of cathedrals and cloisters. Honestly the atmosphere here was neat. The models are obviously low-poly but the fog kind of obscures that, the lighting is almost pretty (although sometimes it hit weird and creeped me out again). I love my lil dark academia genie lamp. This is like if Hogwarts went to hell (which, granted, it kind of has considering everything going on right now).

Anyway I guess I have the Blight now. Corypheus and me can be buddies.

Flycam mod here!

[panickedpenguin]

So billy is in AA, quit drinking and is working on cutting back on cigs too. He sure as shit ain't in therapy, alright? But his sponsor is pretty cool, pretty smart. He always comes in with his ugly beanies, like truly, torn up and ugly ass beanies on his head, different colors and textures and Billy figures it's just this old guy's style. Til one day they get to talking about smoking and altering an ingrained habit and shit. His sponsor brings up crocheting.

Billy didn't know what the fuck crochet was. Like knitting? But with a single stick with a hook on it? Like grandma's do?

No.

But his sponsor keeps talking about it and talks about his hats. His ugly beanies and how his nephew makes them when he starts biting at the bit for a smoke. How crochet doesn't have to be good and it doesn't have to be shared, it's this single-minded task for one set of hands and that's it. So the next week he brings in yarn and a crochet stick.

Hook. Whatever.

And that's the day billy learned how to crochet. Kinda. He started with rows, a string of ten and then figuring out how to turn it and stack another ten on it, rows on rows. He does it with the yarn his sponsor brought, this weird reddish-brown color with some dried stains on it. Pasta, maybe.

Every time he wanted to smoke, pats down his pockets for a pack and wipes his mouth with his fingers, feels sweat on his brow and he's yelling at nothing, everything, he crochets. In this way, he made a scarf in two days.

Calling it a scarf is pretty generous, really. It's a fucking mess. One end curls in like a toilet roll and the other tapered off into just two stitches. There's a few holes and bunched up knots and the color, fuck. But it's a long thing made of (mostly) ten stitches across and he's calling it a fucking scarf.

This is how Steve finds him. Sitting on the patio of their third story apartment with his legs swinging between the rails, holding this ugly thing in his hands where his cigarettes should be.

"What's that?" Steve asks. Billy barely looks at him over his shoulder, chewing on his thumbnail and kicking his feet.

"What the fucks it look like?" He snaps, then thrusts it out. "It's for you."

Steve takes it and blinks twice. He tilts his head to the side as the thing rolls out to reveal itself. "It's a scarf," he says.

Billy scoffs. Drums his fingers on the rail before he looks up at Steve. He watches in disgusted fascination as Steve wraps the ugly thing twice around his neck. As Steve adjusts the ends to hang at the same length and fluff the thing up. As Steve looks down at it and swishes it side to side and grins. Steve grins with all his teeth and his eyes crinkled up, eyes bright with something billy realizes he hasn't seen in way too long.

It looks horrible. It makes Steve look like trash. Robin will rag on his ugly neckwear all day. All year, probably. And Steve is smiling at billy like he just gave him the sun.

"Whatever," Billy says. Steve's joy doesn't falter. He flips the tiny tapered end of the scarf over his shoulder and goes back inside. Billy hears him humming.

So crochet isn't so bad. Billy might even be able to make another thing, if Steve wants it. The dumbass.

Billy shakes his head. He stands up, stretches his arms over his head and yells into the house, "It looks fucking ugly Steve!"

[curawrites]

Secret Admirer

Xavier Thorpe x fem! Reader

Warnings: smoking weed, skinny dipping, alcohol, nudity, reader has stalkerish tendencies but not really.

Note: binged Wednesday recently and this man is all over my fyp. This is also a bit self indulgent 💚

A new semester has started at Nevermore, which meant a bustling school filled with a bunch of new outcasts of all kinds. 

Xavier felt indifferent, not excited for the new semester with everyone gossiping about his break up with Bianca.

Nevertheless he set his painting stuff down in front of a brick wall, ready to paint a new mural. He sighed and tied his hair back before grabbing a large paint brush.

Instead of feeling the familiar wood handle of the brush he felt the unexpected texture of paper.

A piece of folded paper was tied around the brush handle. Curious he untied the little string bow and unfolded the paper to reveal a drawing of a camellia flower. He smiled to himself and put the little drawing in his pocket.

His secret admire was back.

Before he got into a relationship he frequently had found little sketches, poems, and tiny paintings from an anonymous person. He found them everywhere, on his desk, in his fencing helmet, in his art shed, in his Nightshade mask and cloak, and even in his dorm like someone had slipped it under the door.

He thought it was a little weird at first but eventually he looked forward to finding the hidden little pieces of paper. The way they drew him so beautiful and with so many cheesy hearts made his heart slightly flutter whenever he opened the folded papers.

Once he got with Bianca he stopped finding them. He was a little disappointed but he was glad his secret admirer respected his relationship.

After finding a fourth drawing, Xavier decided to put more thought into who was behind them. They had to be apart of the Nightshade considering he found one in his cloak. This slimmed down his options but he still had no idea who it could be.

“Got something from my secret admire today.” He said as he sat down next to Ajax.

“Oh they’re back?” Ajax grinned elbowing the long haired boy beside him.

“Seems so.” Xavier shrugged, “Do you have any idea who it is? They have to be a Nightshade.” He asked glancing at his friend.

“I think it’s Yoko’s roomie.” Ajax stated pointing towards you with his head.

Xavier knew of you obviously, you were in the Nightshade after all. But he knew very little, all he knew was that you liked art and that you were a siren. He’s had brief interactions with you but nothing ever significant.

You were shy and always kept to yourself, only ever really talking with Yoko and the other sirens.

“You think?” Xavier questioned, “I’ve barely talked to them like ever.”

“She’s the only one other than you who can draw.” Ajax shrugged.

Xavier nodded in agreement, “True.”

The conversation faded into silence and the boys went back to eating their lunches.

Now with a slightly better ideas Xavier kept an eye out for you in your shared classes.

In fencing class he found a little canvas in his equipment, it was a very tiny painting of the Kiss by Gustav Klimt. He smiled fondly to himself before putting it in his uniform pocket.

Stepping out to the practice room, he noticed your fencing partner Yoko was missing. You stood alone to the side awkwardly.

“Hey, you wanna maybe partner up? For this class?” He asked approaching you, accidentally startling you.

“Um, don’t you usually partner up with Ajax?” You asked fidgeting with your sabre.

“Yeah but he can go one class without me. So what do you say?” He smiled down at you.

“Sure. We can partner up, Xavier.” You agreed, smiling kindly up at the boy.

“Yoko’s planing a little party at the lake Friday night.” You whispered to him while watching Bianca and Wednesday spar.

“Yeah?” He leaned down to hear you.

“Yoko is planing on making drinks, I know Ajax is bringing weed, Divina wants to skinny dip, you know Nightshade party stuff.” He nodded, listening to you.

“Do you think you’ll go?” You asked looking up at him.

Xavier thought about it, the Nightshade hadn’t had an outing to the lake in a while, “Yeah sure.” He agreed.

“Great!” You nodded, before focusing back on the two girls sparring.

Friday came faster than Xavier expected and he kept finding more little sketches. He was a bit more certain it was you. In one of your shared classes (botany) he watched you sketch, your art style was suspiciously familiar and the pages of your sketchbook were ripped. But he couldn’t be certain.

He and Ajax made their way to the lake, Ajax had the weed while Xavier was carrying their towels.

“Hey guys!” Divina greeted from the water, tail splashing in and out of the water, spraying Kent behind her. 

The area was lit with decorative lights, and Yoko had set up her own area to mix drinks.

“Hey!” Ajax walked over to the dock placing down his weed on a box.

Xavier greeted some friends placing the towels down on the dock.

You were on the edge of the dock, taking off your nightgown. Your iridescent scales shined in the light, they shifted from orange to yellow to green.

“Hi.” You shyly waved at Xavier before taking off your panties and placing them with your other things.

“Hey.” He greeted returning your wave before you dove into the water.

Once you were fully submerged in the water your legs shifted into a green iridescent tail.

You swam around for a little while, scavenging for rocks and shiny things.

While you were off in your own world, Xavier got curious and started looking through your sketchbook. He flipped threw a few pages admiring your art until he landed on a drawing of him. The more he flipped threw the more he found torn pages, pages that were cut and uneven, and more little drawings of him. He quickly closed the sketchbook seeing you swim up to the dock.

You placed your findings on the edge of the dock, many rocks and lost jewelry before noticing Xavier’s hand on your sketchbook. You looked up at him shyly, a slightly guilty look in your eyes. You sank back into the water and swam towards Yoko. She made you a drink which you gladly took and started drinking.

After witnessing your reaction, Xavier started to panic, it wasn’t his intention to have you catch him. He didn’t want to scare you off, he genuinely enjoyed your admiration. He had to fix this.

Quickly he took off his clothes and got in the water. He swam over to the other dock where all the other Nightshade members were chatting, drinking and smoking weed. Ajax gave him a blunt, which he gladly took and lit.

While taking a hit of the blunt he glanced over at you. You were sipping your cocktail while chatting with Bianca and Divina.

“So girls night Sunday? Ok. That sounds great.” You nodded before downing your drink.

You swam closer to him setting your glass on the dock, “Hey Yoko? Can you make me another drink, please?” You asked politely.

“Course!” Yoko replied and took your glass.

“Thanks!” You smiled at the girl before turning to talk with the others.

Maybe it was the weed talking but Xavier couldn’t help but find you stunning. Your scales shined in the soft light, your skin and hair were wet, and of course you were topless. Your bare breasts were fully exposed, and your nipples were perked.

While he was admiring you, Yoko had finished making your drink.

“Here’s your drink!” She set the glass down on the dock

“Thanks Yoko!” You thanked grabbing the glass, before returning to the conversation you were having.

Feeling bold Xavier wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer to his body. You glanced up at him surprised at his boldness. He smiled seeing the redness of blush bloom on your cheeks.

You were so flustered, the way Xavier looked and smiled at you made butterflies erupt in your tummy. Turning your gaze back to your drink to avoid his. You take a sip looking back at your other friends.

Xavier’s hand kept stroking your side, sometimes getting low enough to touch your more solid scales. The more you drank the more you leaned into his side, finally resting your head on his shoulder. Many people had already left to back to their dorms at this point.

“You look so pretty right now..” he murmured into your damp hair, blunt put out and left in the water.

You blushed, “Your prettier, Xavi..” you mumbled back. “I like you a lot y’know.. for a while.” you admitted.

“I know.” He smirked lazily, “I like you to.” He confessed.

You looked up at him wide eyes.

“God your so cute.” He cooed making you even more flustered.

“Stop..” you whined before downing your drink. “I’m ready to go back to my dorm.” You yawn setting down your glass.

“I’ll go with you.” Xavier offered more like stated, immediately.

You nodded and swam towards the other dock where you had your stuff. Your pushed yourself out of the water and sat on the dock, “don’t look while I dry off, Thrope.” You tease grabbing your towel.

“Same goes to you.” Xavier replied back before getting out of the water.

You started by drying your tail off until it shifted back into your legs. You put your panties back on before drying the rest of your body. You slipped your night gown back on and packed your things. Lastly you slipped your shoes back on.

“Ready?” Xavier asked, holding his now damp towel.

“Yeah.” You walked over to him, a bit wobbly because of the alcohol.

He wrapped an arm around you and helped you back to Nevermore. On the wall back you progressively started to lean and cling more and more into him until he was supporting you entirely.

The walk was long but the both of you made it to the dorms.

“Thank you Xavier.” You yawned opening your dorm door.

“It’s no problem.” He smiled and scratched the back of his neck.

The clacking of heels echoed in the silent hallways. Quickly you pull Xavier into your dorm and shut the door.

“Woah, easy there.” He said stumbling a bit.

“Sorry, just didn’t want to get caught.” You said matter of factly.

“Well.. what now hm?” He asked looking over your side of the dorm.

“You could stay the night.. um if you want..” You mumbled hanging you bag on the chair by your desk.

“Beats being caught by Thornhill.” He sighed, throwing his towel on the ground, “Where do I sleep.”

“Um..” you looked around your dorm, the effects of the alcohol had worn off by now making you much more shyer. “You could um.. sleep in my bed- or the floor I can get more blankets and pillows.” You offered, stress brushing your hair.

“I’ll take your bed over the floor. Is that ok?” He asked sitting on your bed.

“It’s all good.” You blushed and got in bed and faced the wall your bed was against.

Xavier got in after you, facing away from you.

The both of you laid in silence for a while. He could faintly feel you shiver against his back. He flipped onto his over side and wrapped an arm around you.

Half awake you scooted back into him, his body was warm and comfortable. No longer cold you quickly fell asleep.

Your soft breathing slowly lulled him to sleep.

Yoko had entered the dorm a few minutes later, seeing you and Xavier cuddled in bed made her chuckle. She took a picture of the two of you, for what? Blackmail? Perhaps. Mostly to show to the other Nightshade and win that bet she had with Kent. She grabbed her things and snuck back out to go to Divina’s dorm.

The next morning would be an interesting one to explain to your friends..

[itsguysnightitsironic]

Some human skin and bone

The yassification button glitched, so sorry for your loss.

Did this take years of my life? Yes.

Did it take making at less three before realising I used their identifying colours to render them? Also yes.

Drawings without the dramatic light under the cut with some very long ramblings.

(I'm pretty sleep-deprived right now, excuse my weird grammar and ramblings.)

They are in order of making.

HOOTSIE

-She was the first I drew of the bunch, and I based her mostly on a baby I saw in a hair salon. She had these big un-blink-able eyes and these adorable chubby cheeks that just made sense that Hootsie had.

-To try to union the owl and bear parts of an owlbear, I gave her this very puffy ENORMOUS fur coat with a feather jacket under it. To define where in her original design the fur and feather separate.

-Also the claws, since Hootsie has claws, it's your decision to decide if they are REAL or if Gricko made them for her in wood.

-Her makeup it's designed to scream "OWL" and her original markings, from the big eyes, and eyebrows as owls horns, to the line to symbolise her beak.

She was very fun to draw, brain empty, just owlbear.

GIDEON

-You know the whole "re-inventing the wheel"? Well, this was a "drawing Mace by accident over and over again"

-Credits to Beth Mello for inspiration for the splash blood makeup, which it's just so pretty

-I don't know where the metallic horns came from, I know it's inspired by something but it is so locked in my mind and I can't pull the strings to know where it comes from.

I showed this one to one of my old art teachers and he said "It looks like me when I was younger" and now I can't unsee it.

Your genishi is my retired art teacher now, so sorry for your loss.

GRICKO

-Did I ask my father to pose to draw his old hands? Yes. Yes, I did. And I had to make them more rough and hairy because he has "selling wristwatches on tv" hands? Absolutely.

-I based his hair on a member of Metalica, Kirk Hammett. Now that he's older, he has this very pretty long curly greyish hair that just felt very Gricko.

-I cut his fingers. Well, only the right hand, he has the other one but it didn't grow correctly so it's more like little little finger without nail. So he has four fingers, in his original goblin design he has four fingers and so does the human version now, we don't know what happened, Gricko probably doesn't know either.

-The makeup had to have the most eccentric in-your-face eyeliner ever. With some green highlighter to remain of goblin skin, blue and white dots for his magic and to link him with Hootsie's little blue gems, and body paint inspired by Britons war paint. (Which are drawn after two of his totems.)

Lighting for this one was weirdly easy... The ocarina wasn't.

FROST

-As someone who is pretty young and it's starting to grow white hair already, I can say, that whatever it's happening to him it's more from stress than genes. What ghost scared you, sir?

-I fought with his face so much, I had his body ready for days but not the face. I wanted to keep the expression that Frost has in the original, mostly the smug smile he has.

-Credits to Freja Bermann for inspiration for his makeup which it's inspired by multiple of her looks inspired by the solar system.

-I just realised that by giving him "horns" and two dots to symbolize his tiger ears it looks like the froggy chair of Animal Crossing.

I'm not changing it. This is our little secret.

KREMY

-How do you draw an alligator as a human? How??? DRAW??

-You know what, drawing hands it's only fun if it's old people's hands. They have more texture and can be a bit rougher. They can define a character's life so well... For example, here Kremy has four fingers, you can decide if he got it cut off by fucking around, bitten off, or if he gifted it as a sign of faith to his patron, you decide.

-You hear about "Give Gideon a cowboy hat" get ready for "Give Kremy opera binoculars"

-His makeup was inspired by cabaret, just dramatic eyeshadow and eyeliner. There are markings as gator skin around his eyes and nose. And a fake beauty mark because why not?

Drawing Kremy it's always fun, even if I get tortured first by trying to structure his face.

I can't bring myself to do Torbek, Twig and Petunia, sorry, I'm very tired.

AHHHHHHHHHH.... Have a cupcake 🧁.

[itsrileyiguess]

So on the BG3 fan page I posted my photo with Neil on, some people were interested in how I made my Necromancy of Thay prop so I figured I would post the info there as well lol.

The base of my Necromancy of Thay was a big photo album I thrifted (was like $2.). I picked something with a plastic photo frame on the front that I could easily build over because I knew I wanted to add lights (and I could easily just tuck some in the plastic. Work smarter not harder 😂).

The biggest “amethyst” was a piece of a pop bottle I cut and formed, because I wanted the mouth the have the big orb look to it, and I have the lights for the mouth tucked around the edge of the mouth. The eyes are mainly the plastic from the album, but I tucked in some paper to diffuse the light, coloured it purple and added some Mod Podge dimensional magic.

The features were built with model magic (if you have a better foam clay, use that, but I have a crap ton of the stuff that I am determined to finish up.)

I then covered it in plastidip so it wouldn’t just absorb the paint, and it would mostly be one texture. After adding a base coat of a “fleshy” colour, I added more detail.

The purple lights are battery operated string lights I got at the art store during their Halloween sale last year lol. They are also strung along the inside edges of the book so the pages look like they’re glowing when it’s turned on.

Inside if it is basically a damn mess 😂 the pages are glued together so it still reads as a book in photos, then I hacked out a chunk of the inside to fit the battery pack.

Things I would change: sand the hell out of the cover to add more texture for materials to grip to. Can’t see it a whole lot in the picture with Neil, but after taking this thing to multiple conventions/renfaire it’s needs some repair. Some of the paint/plastidip is starting to lift because it didn’t have enough to group to. So there’s a couple of patches where it’s like, bubbling up almost. (That’s my own fault, it was a weird texture cover to begin with so I figured “good enough” lol nope)

[grunklejam]

The Mystery Shack keychains are due on Monday!

I'm still waiting for the final component which I think will really elevate the product, which is sadly taking far too much time to get here. But I can now kinda explain how it'll look.

Every wooden keychain looks like this, with variance according to the wood grain and its texture. The Moon and 'West of Weird' lettering is glossy, so it's a sort of two-texture print that feels a little more multi-dimensional.

This will then be placed in a 'Mystery Smugglin' Sack'! This helps protect the artwork and keeps it secure during shipping, as well as providing you with a lovely reusable bag for anything from cool rocks you find in the forest to your collection of flu medication.

The lettering isn't entirely legible, as you'd expect from a hessian sack, but that kind of adds to the charm so I'm keeping it. I think they look really funky.

After this, it's going to be tied off in red string with a lovely metal question mark charm, which will add a little flash of colour and make it feel that little bit more 'premium'. But a Grunkle Stan style of premium. An 'obviously assembled by Soos' premium.

I'm going to have 47 of these things ready to go upon launch (three sacks didn't pass my inspections)

Price expectations are:

£9.99 UK (including postage and packing) £11.99 Rest of the World (including postage and packing)

I hope you see that as reasonable. I always try and keep Not S&P Approved's pricing as low as I possibly can. I think this should hopefully go some way to proving that with a product that's substantially larger yet not much more expensive than my usual output.

Future plans include brand new t-shirts, a souvenir tote bag, a Ford and Bill Cipher acrylic charm, and hopefully a second candle design - a 'Stan'dle!

All depending, of course, on if things like this sell so I can make back my investment. Costs of running this sort of store are pretty high, and I depend upon you to make it worthwhile.

Thank you. I love you.

Mwah. x

[thecreaturecodex]

Quintessivore

Image © Paizo Publishing

[The quintessivore is a weird monster in a number of ways. For one thing, its PF2e category is "beast", when both its bizarre anatomy and unusual diet would make it seem to be a shoo-in for aberration status. Although maybe that's a result of the art; those proportions and placements of the limbs are truly bizarre, and I'm not sure if that was the original intent. For another thing, the Bestiary 3 entry is mostly taken up with explaining what quintessence is for readers not immersed in PF lore, leaving the actual flavor text for the monster rather thin on the ground. So I had room to expand, and to explain some things that the original entry leaves without comment.]

Quintessivore CR 10 NE Aberration This creature has a head like a deep-sea fish, with pointed teeth and beady eyes. It has four many-jointed limbs—two of them ending in three-fingered claws, and two of them ending in bladed appendages. Its color is a sickly gray, and its body is studded with short spines, ridges and strings of fibrous material.

Quintessivores are strange creatures that feed on quintessence, the raw material of souls and the Outer Planes. They are roughly spider-like in proportion, having long limbs holding up a relatively small body. Their exoskeletons constantly slough off strands of tough fiber, similar in texture to silk but greasier. Quintessivores cannot weave webs as true spiders can, but use their silk as if it were paper, recording their spellbooks and other writings on their secretions. 

A quintessivore on one of the Outer Planes is often docile and talkative, as they have access to effectively infinite food. On the Material Plane, however, they stalk mortal beings in order to strip their souls and consume them slowly. While feeding on a soul, the quintessivore’s blade legs are faintly luminous, and patterns resembling waves, whorls and loops appear and disappear along their length. The process of feeding on a soul empowers their magical abilities, and souls that are more powerful grant longer lasting boons.

Quintessivores are despised by almost all outsiders, as their diet is soul-stuff itself. Psychopomps especially seek to eliminate quintessivores, and these aberrations typically flee from even rumors of psychopomp activity. On the other hand, daemons are rather fond of them, as their feeding reduces the net quintessence in existence, inexorably bringing the end of all things closer. Daemons still by no means respect these mortal creatures, and both the quintessivore and the daemon typically think of themselves as the superior partner in any allegiances unless the power differential between the two is obvious.

Quintessivore      CR 10 XP 9,600 NE Medium aberration Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +19

Defense AC 25, touch 17, flat-footed 18(+6 Dex, +1 dodge, +8 natural) hp 136 (13d8+78) Fort +10, Ref +10, Will +13

Offense Speed 40 ft., climb 20 ft. Melee 2 claws +15 (1d10+3 plus 1d10 negative energy and ability drain) Special Attacks ability drain (1d3 Con, Fort DC 22), feed, suspend soul Spells CL 10th, concentration +17 (+21 casting defensively) 5th—feeblemind (DC 22), passwall, vampiric shadow shield 4th—arcane eye, black tentacles, contagion (DC 22), enervation  3rd—clairaudience/clairvoyance, fireball (DC 20), protection from energy, ray of exhaustion (DC 20), slow (DC 21) 2nd—cat’s grace (x2), invisibility, scorching ray, see invisibility, web (DC 19) 1st—comprehend languages, expeditious retreat, feather fall, mage armor, magic missile, ray of enfeeblement (DC 19) 0th—detect magic, mage hand, open/close, read magic

Statistics Str 17, Dex 22, Con 23, Int 24, Wis 17, Cha 16 Base Atk +9; CMB +12; CMD 29 (33 vs. trip) Feats Combat Casting, Dodge, Iron Will, Scribe Scroll, Spell Focus (necromancy), Stealthy, Weapon Finesse Skills Acrobatics +22 (+26 jumping),Climb +27, Escape Artist +26, Intimidate +19, Knowledge (arcana) +23, Knowledge (dungeoneering, planes) +20, Perception +19, Spellcraft +23, Stealth +26, Use Magic Device +16 Languages Abyssal, Aklo, Common, Daemonic, Infernal, Undercommon

Ecology Environment underground Organization solitary Treasure standard

Special Abilities Feed (Su) By spending 1 hour with a helpless living creature, or a formerly living creature no more than 2 hours dead, a quintessivore can consume its quintessence, keeping it from reaching the afterlife. A creature fed on in such a way cannot be returned from the dead, unless its soul is freed from the quintessivore by killing the creature. A quintessivore retains the soul bound to it for 1 day per HD of its victim, during which time it gains a +1 on all spell save DCs, and may prepare an additional spell of each spell level. Once this time is elapsed, the victim’s soul is gone forever. A quintessivore can only have one soul bound to it at a time. Spells A quintessivore can prepare and cast spells as a 10th level generalist wizard. It does not gain other benefits of the wizard class, such as a specialty school or arcane bond, unless it takes levels in the wizard class. Suspend Life (Su) As an immediate action, a quintessivore can suspend the life processes of a dying creature within 15 feet. A creature so affected must succeed a DC 21 Fortitude save or be unable to gain or lose hit points for 1 hour. During that time, if the creature receives magical healing, it can attempt another DC 21 Fortitude save to break the effect. The save DC is Charisma based, and includes a +2 racial bonus.

[bambiraptorx]

I love Bea so much!!! Can we get a breakdown of how the family in general feels about her? Or as she gets older her favorite uncle?

Absolutely!! There's a lot of variety in how the family sees her, even before she's actually able to interact with them. For now I'll focus more on her baby years just so this answer doesn't get too long lol.

Donnie: loves his weird little alien child. They are the apple of his eye and he would kill for them, no notes.

Splinter: fastest to warm up to the idea of Bea, mostly because he was super hyped about the idea of a grandchild lol. He's the one most likely to help Donnie with her for a variety of reasons, some of them being that he's the most familiar with babies/toddlers out of everyone and he's used to chaotic children.

April: Donnie told her over text. She's still salty that she didn't get to hear it in person like everyone else did, and she's more than a little hesitant about the idea of just having a Krang organism around the family. That being said, she pretty easily slides into the position of 'cool aunt', and often fills in as a caretaker when Donnie or Splinter can't.

Draxum: was cool with it until he realized that he was expected to be some sort of grandparent figure. This man has no idea how to interact with children. Unfortunately for him, he's Beatrice's second favorite person, a reality that he only tolerates because he gets to rub it into Splinter's face that their grandchild likes him better. (The family's running theory is that its because both Draxum and Bea are pink.)

Leo: loves giving Beatrice nicknames. Bumblebee, Hellion, Hell (both from Helena), String Bean, Thumbelina, etc. She grows to like pranking/messing with people once she's older, in part because Uncle Leo encourages it so much lol. That being said, he's very suspicious of their existence at first because he doesn't trust them not to be like the rest of the Krang. Even though he acts friendly more or less from the start, it takes them both time to warm up to each other.

Casey Sr: more or less fine with the idea of a Krang baby because if it turns out evil she could beat it up. Lost visiting privileges for a few weeks at one point because she kept trying to convince Donnie to name the baby after her.

Mikey: he's very unsure about the whole situation. On the one hand. Donnie's taking care of himself more and seems the healthiest than he's been since before the invasion. On the other, he does NOT like that Beatrice is Krang, especially since they act basically nothing like a normal child. They pick up on his apprehension, and aren't very fond of him either.

Raph: not comfortable around Bea at all. He can handle being in the same room with her for the most part, but touch is completely off limits. The texture of her skin reminds him too much of the Krang.

Casey Jr: actively anticipating that Beatrice will inevitably turn out to be like the rest of the Krang and working on counter measures to use when the inevitable happens.

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Give me your Blyndeff sister headcanons please.

You got it, Boss!

MOLLY BLYNDEFF:

Starting off, I think shes autistic. Look, i know this is low hanging fruit, but i mean... come on...

I have a list of all the nervous tics she has, which include:

Chewing on her hoodie strings

Clicking a pen, mechanical pencil, figit cube

Cracking her body, mostly her hands, fingers and wrists

Chewing her inner cheek

Biting herself

Shaking anything jingly

Nervous hand flappies

Pacing

I also have a list of stims that i kinda projected:

Hand flaps are a big one

Same with fist shaking

Patting her thighs too

She also makes small popping noises

Ok back to ACTUAL headcannons:

Doesnt do well at amusement parks, but is cool about the scary halloweeny stuff

Quiet kid in school on the days she goes

Vocalizes what she does (aka making sounds as she does stuff) (akaaka her walking and she goes "eh eh eh eh")

I feel like she indulges in horror games, thinks the cutesy stuff is boring

Did not realize she was autistic until Trixie said "Thats neat Molly! By the way, did you ever get diagnosed for autism?" After she went on a whole rant about bear facts.

Speaking of facts, hyperfixation/special interest list:

Bears

Pokémon

Lethal company

Any horror game you give her, really

Horror movies

History (this is me protecting)

Actual Headcannons:

Textures are iffy for her

Shes touch seeking but will freak out if she feels or tastes a weird texture like with fleeces or fabrics

Naven triedd to help her with this, but it didn't work out and she spat out the food while apologizing

Likes Rasin Brain, its the only cereal thats not sweet

Drinks black coffee and tea

I feel like she owns a green Nokia with a bear keychain

Music taste is probably those nice music box covers or really quiet piano with rain ambiance.

LORELAI BLYNDEFF:

Shes autistic too, but not at the same spectrum level as Molly

Abandonment Issues

If shes stressed she'll stim while talking out loud to herself

Had HORRIBLE meltdowns when she was younger, she stopped around the time Molly was born since her parents said she had to set an example

Sweet tooth, favorite flavor is Birthday Cake

I can sense she has a Dnd special intrest, most definetly has played Baldurs Gate 3 at some point

Warrior Cats kid

Bedazzles everything she owns

Horrible cook. Dont let her touch an oven

Her and Molly used to infodump together before they started hating eachother

Def a bedazzled flip phone girlie

Idk why but I feel like shes a Chai drinker, no explination I just feel it.

Also really likes Halloweeny stuff

She struggles more with school work than Molly (Proof, her spelling in PoP) but she doesnt want to ask for help cuz she feels stupid about it so she just does it wrong

Full Hyperfixation/Special Intrest List:

Fantasy

Dungeons and Dragons/TTRPGS

Baldurs Gate 3

Rabbits/Bunnies/Etc

Harry Potter (Fuck JKR)

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire

Percy Jackson

Actual Headcannons:

I feel like shes an Art Kid

Specializes in Pottery and Doodles

Also has taken up plushie making! Without an Epithet, I may add

She doesnt have an issue with texture most of the time; but if she feels any slime or coldness on her hands she'll flip.

She likes the popular music; but secretly loves fantasy game soundtracks and vocaloid. DWEEB!!!! (Me too i get it Lori)

Storing money to go to a Renaissance Faire

She sometimes uses her dream bubbles for Dnd campaigns with the friends she has! Or she would if she had any

I feel like she sits alone at lunch :(

Loves Boba! Tried getting Molly to taste it but she spat out a Pearl

Theater kid. Gut feeling.

Thats all from me, anon! Enjoy!!

[maguro13-2]

[Apotos (Day) by Fumie Kumatani]

Happy : I love Greece! And this Chocolate Chip Sundae Supreme look tasty! I love it! I love it!

Lucy : So what does it make for us to be so reliable in these here parts of Greece?

Erza : Oh I don't know. I mean, Greece is okay. This is where the Olympics originated at, it's probably a home to the Gods of the Earth.

Lucy : Oh yeah, I know lot about Greece, ancient history, facts about the Gods of Greece, famous warriors like the Spartans, and Mount Olympus. But what about mythology?

Erza : Mythology? Oh yeah, Mythology, it's a great historical fact mythology is all about powers of the Gods, lot of warriors came to be in the name of Sparta and Olympia. But I think it's clearly satisfying that this is a wonderful paradise. But I think we will get along with this new profound ways of seeing the good ways of Olympus, I mean "Good ol days of Olympus".

Lucy : Olympus is, Olympus does. Mykonos and Santorini are great inspirations for Windmill Isle. But what does Greece have to do with the Mykonos and Santorini thing in the Sega Worlds. Something like Blue Coast or Water Palace Zone, I think those places are based on the islands of Mykonos and Santorini. You sure about Greece having weird suspicions of Kratos?

Erza : Kratos. Yeah, he's probably in greatest desires of going against the Gods.

Lucy : Hercules? The hero of Greece?

Erza : Such a fine pleasant way to care of things for the great hero of Greece himself. But he do cherish things for Meg.

Lucy : Hades?

Erza : Still thinking about Hercules after foiling his plans.

Lucy : Underworld?

Erza : Not as a good as always, but the Underworld is really a good place of Greece in Mythology. Now I've seen all the glorious details in all of Greece. Let's just that Greece is the wonderful that is the birthplace of the Olympics and the home of the Gods, as well as the Windmill Isle. Thinking about it. I just don't know why is it so hard to find the details about this world complaining the secrets of Greece? Is it something about the place of torment. Blades of Olympus, Chains of Olympus, and everything else Olympus has done something for Maybe Olympus can be the great source of the Gods. Greece has been pulling the strings when Zeus reign over mortals against the God of War himself Ares.

Lucy : Ares, what does Area know about God of War? I've seen Natsu playing that game when he was at the debut preview during the days of you being Clear Heart Force's elite. I've seen everything about playing a God of War stuff, but I thought Mars was the God of War, oh, that's the name of a planet.

Erza : Yeah, yeah. Same as ever. Well, Greek Yogurt and this Moussaka is quite delight. I find it tasty! It's really good with the textures and flavor, but I have a common sense that this iconic dish taste better like lasagna and more importantly, it's very exquisite and edible to eat.

Lucy : Maybe you are right, heck! Who knows maybe we can a little free time in this wonderful friendship of ours.

Happy : But what about the Underworld's second coolest place of all? I bet Greece's underworld second place could be Hades's locker room, or even his secret stash, or probably his room full of drips.

Erza : Well, yeah, you said that. I would probably tell jellal about this arc incident thing with Natsu going on. Hope he doesn't bite on my "Tail" feathers about this incident.

Lucy : Well, glad we are having this conservation so well, Erza. But never forgot to mention that the Underworld's deep abyss, AKA "Tartarus" or "Tartaros" as we call it--

Erza : Wait. "Tartarus?" What do you know about "Tartarus" or "Tartaros"?

Lucy : It's one of them places that Hades had in the abyss, it's used as a dungeon for tormenting and suffering for the wicked, eh? And it's also the name of the guild that we encounter.

[River Twygz Bed theme plays]

Erza : Tartaros? Guild? Dungeon? Torment? A place of suffering?

*Voices overlapping*

Erza : No...Not that place...Not that name...That name that...we had to suffer and I was lucky enough what would happen if we were slaved in Tartaros for all eternity or whatsoever. Not what happened after that She-devil Kyoka did this to us! I will never forget that.

Lucy : What? You don't remember Tartaros. Tartaros was the name of that guild who we face against, but in the end it turns out that Tartaros has now been sued by Hades for taking the name Tartaros, but let's just to be sure that it ended on all terms on legal cases with the copyrighted names, but thank heavens, I am so fed up with an overrated/underrated guild that tormented us like pieces of trash and garbage.

Happy : Yeah, it's one of the worst things that villains ever did to us, Erza. But...who are we trying to convince?

*the word "Convince" is echoed*

[The Evil Giygas Attacks plays]

Erza : ....?

Lucy : Erza. Aren't you going to say anything?

Erza : ...(breathes heavily)

*images flashing*

Erza : No...I don't want to be tortured by them anymore! Naked. tormented, slaving me, all those painful memories, those dreams, and even the nightmares.

Lucy : Erza what's wrong?

Erza : I...Hate...them. Tartaros. Guild. Torment. Bad.

*Images flashing rapidly*

Erza : What is even happening to my life!? What did I ever deserve to be a slave to other women?!

*Erza twitches*

Lucy : Wow, I guess that this whole Tartaros thing has gone off your head. But...You okay Erza?

Natsu : Hey, Scarlet? Why are you twitching like that? You've been hitting the sauce again?

*Erza starts shaking*

Erza : I...don't want to be...tormented...by....*Screams in agony*

*DBZ SFX : Collapse*

Lucy : Oh my God! Erza!

Happy : Someone call a therapist!

Natsu : Someone google Web M.D!

*scene later flips*

Natsu : Good news, Erza finally learned some physical therapy with some health insurance to hope that we may recover from the Tartaros trauma. It traumatized all of us, who says anything about Tartaros, the name of a guild which was named for the deep abyss?

Happy : What? You told us that Tartaros would be the perfect thing. But Erza is good from her Therapy session.

Natsu : And...?

Happy : She'll be good as new! Oh look, she's coming back from therapy and-Oh boy, I don't think she's happy about it.

*STOMPING ANGRILY*

Jellal : Erza! You're back! How was Therapy? And why are you furious all of a sudde-

*GRAB+STEAM BLOWING*

[Kraid Theme by Kenji Yamamoto]

Erza : *furiously* I'LL TELL YOU HOW MY THERAPY WENT! AFTER ALL THE TORMENT AND THE SUFFERING, I SUFFERED A LOT FROM OTHER WOMEN AND TENTACLES, DO YOU THINK THAT FANSERVICE WOULD BE THE OPPORTUNITY OF ME GETTING TORMENTED BY A BADASS IN DISTRESS!?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE TREATED BY OTHER WOMEN!?

Jellal : Erza...But...the villains of Fairy Tail were supposed to be smart and elegant, not make them sadistic or go cray-cray.

ERZA : YA DAMN RIGHT THEY ARE! I'VE BEEN DOING ALL THE HERO STUFF IN EARTH-LAND WHILE I WAS TORMENTED IN THE DUNGEON AS A NAKED SLAVE OF TORMENT, WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, AN R-RATED HERO IN DISTRESS!?! I DIDN'T COME ALL THE TO TARTAROS TO BE TORMENTED, WE CAME ALL THE WAY TO BEAT THEM FAIR AND SQUARE! THIS GUILD, THIS WOMAN, AND THIS WHOLE TORTURING AND ENSLAVING ME ARE THE WORST THINGS THAT HAS EVER DONE TO MY LIFE! SO HELP ME, I WILL KILL THEM WITH MY--

*POKE*

Erza : Ugh! *dazed* Can I please someone help me to get my blankie...

*DBZ SFX : Body Lands*

*erza snoring*

Virgo : Don't worry, she'll be fine in about hours.

Natsu : Okay, guys. Let's pretend that we never heard about another Dark Guild that almost made us loose our sh*t and start all again. Agree?

All : Agree.

Natsu : Pretend after me, Who in the gosh forsaken world was someone's idea that is responsible for the Etherious and that cruelty of Tartaros in the first place!?

*They all look at Zeref in huge disappointment*

Zeref : *nervously chuckles* Sorry about making E.N.Ds...That was me.

Natsu : I know, Bro! I know that it's not your fault,but could be.

Lucy : Okay...We believe in you. Sorry for getting into a conflict with those guys like that.