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Dear writers of Tumblr: what weird messed up thing are you currently researching?

#Cutting tongues out #And swallowing/eating without a tongue #There is surpringly much about this out there #Obviously there is a big diffrence between removing a tongue during surgery and then having a lot of aid during rehab #And „Oh I got bored so I cut this guys tongue out He‘ll be fine“ #Still very usefull tough #writing #writing stuff

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This is all so cute! I love it!

Also: as a little kid I once got to pet a bull (a friend lived on a farm, so I got to pet the animals) and I felt extremly brave about it, so now I imagine the chapter serfs kids trying to pet a Ultramarine to prove how brave they are

Though i am very attatched to Ultrabees, Ultracows were my first Furry Legions idea for them and I would like to familiarize everyone with it

Ultramarines can sleep standing up (do not tip them over, that is very rude)

Ultramarines are herd animals with complex social rituals and have best friends

They are very routine oriented (Roboute's autism + cow genes) and that's why they hate any deviation from the Codex

All Ultramarine barracks must include a salt lick and a scratching post

Roboute does some really embarassing shit whever Yvraine comes over, Flehmen response, mooing, headbutting walls, etc. but goes back to normal when she leaves

#ultramarines #warhammer 40k #furry legions

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How Old Is Thistle?

(EDIT: I've made a follow-up post to this one that goes deeper into the math and additional evidence that the 5:1 ratio is correct. You can read it here!)

I've seen people debating this and a lot of folks insisting that Thistle is a child, and since Thistle just debuted in the anime, I wanted to do a full write-up to help myself and others figure this out.

We don't know how old any of the Merini family members are exactly, so the best we can do is guess based on the information we have, but after carefully studying the manga, I think Thistle is at least a teenager, but much more likely a young adult, and definitely not a prepubescent child.

Here's what we know:

EDIT: Depending on what translation you read of some of the extra materials, Freinag implies that Thistle is the same age as some of his advisors.

Here's a detailed translation of this panel from my friend Fumi:

Elves age 5 times slower than tall-men.

16 year old tall-men in Dungeon Meshi's medieval time period are adults, they commonly join the military, get married, have children, etc.

An 80 year old elf is an adult. Pattadol is 82 and she's a lieutenant in a military unit. It's her first job and she's obviously a rookie, but Captain Flamela tells Pattadol to accomplish her mission or die trying.

Many fully adult elves look like what we might consider children or young teens, because they're short, petite, and have androgynous features.

An average elven adult is around 150-155cm tall (5 ft), meaning some are shorter than that, and some are taller. Thistle is 130 cm, which is short, but not unheard of.

Fleki is 130 (26) years old and she's 140 cm tall (4'7")

Otta is 137 (27) years old and she's 130 cm (4'5") tall, the same height as Thistle!

They are both women, but there's probably plenty of elven men in their height range.

Just so we can compare Thistle to some adult elven men, Mithrun and his brother are probably adults (or close to it) in the panel on the left.

Mithrun (in this image) is somewhere between 75 and 144 (probably in his 80's), and his brother is older than him (so he could be in his late 80s or 90s). As you can see, they don't look that different from Thistle, Otta or Fleki.

So, how old is Thistle?

(Spoilers below the cut)

Thistle was brought to the royal court as a child (found on the street, stolen or purchased, we don't know how they got him). At the absolute youngest I'd guess Thistle is 25 years old here (so about 5 years old for a tall-man.) He can already play the flute, and possibly the lute, and most children that aren't prodigies can't handle playing an instrument (physically or mentally) until they're around 5.

EDIT: We now know that Thistle is the same age as Freinag, the king that takes him in! So Thistle must be at least 25 years old in this comic, though realistically he could be anywhere from 25 to 40 based on how Kui drew Freinag.

He lived in the court for an unknown amount of time, Freinag hasn't changed much but Thistle appears to have aged a little, so let's say it's been 5 years and Thistle is 30 (6) when Delgal is born. More than 5 years could have passed, but I'm trying to keep the numbers low.

Delgal gets married and has a child. Delgal should be at least 15 at this point, but since he has a full mustache before his wedding, I think he's in his 20's, since teenagers tend to not be the best at growing robust facial hair.

(He has a full beard by the time Eodio's a young child.)

Thistle puts the kingdom inside the dungeon around this point, however, people are still aging: Delgal's grandson Yaad is born, and Eodio is clearly a young adult here, probably in his 20's. Therefore, there is NO REASON to assume Thistle stopped aging. "The dungeon lords don't age" is a common fan headcanon I've seen people spreading, but it has no clear canon basis.

Yaad ages until he looks about 13-15 years old, and at this point all of the people of the kingdom and Thistle appear to stop aging, and 1,000 years pass.

So, the youngest Thistle could possibly be, if he was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, if Delgal was 15 when he had Eodio, and Eodio was 15 when he had Yaad, and Yaad is 13 years old...

Is 73 years old, which would make Thistle about 14.6 years old by tall-man standards.

HOWEVER, I think it's VERY unlikely that all the characters are that young.

I think it's clear from Kui's drawings that Delgal and Eodio are not 15 years old when they become fathers, and that Freinag is at least 25 when he takes in Thistle.

If we assume Thistle was 30 when Delgal was born, and Delgal and Eodio were both at least 20 when they had children, even if Yaad is only 13 years old, that makes Thistle at least 83 years old (16.6), and makes him older than Pattadol, who is an adult at 82.

However, I think it's entirely possible that Thistle was anywhere from 40-50 when Delgal was born, and Delgal could have been anywhere from 20 to 30 when he had Eodio, and Eodio could have been anywhere from 20-25 when he had Yaad. If you use the maximum ages, and assume Yaad is 15, then Thistle could be as old as 120 (24).

I think a reasonable middle ground is assuming Thistle was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, Delgal had Eodio at 25, Eodio had Yaad at 20, and Yaad is 15... Which would make Thistle 90 (18) years old.

This of course says nothing about Thistle's emotional maturity or sanity, he's obviously stunted in some ways, but the point I want to make here is:

Thistle's age could be anywhere from 14.6 to 24 at the most extreme, but more realistically he's somewhere between 16.6 and 18.

And that's not even counting the thousand years that he's lived since then!

And that's all I've got to say about that 🙏🙏🙏🙏

(EDIT: Follow-up post with additional evidence here.) EDIT 2: I've seen a lot of people talking about the page Kui drew talking about elven earmuffs. It's considered just barely okay for Pattadol to wear them, but it's ok for Thistle to wear them... In which case I'd say Thistle could be any age younger than 83. That's handy as it knocks out some of the older ages!

So in that case Thistle's age is between 73 years old and 82, which makes him developmentally between 14.6 and 16.4!

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi analysis #thistle

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Zukos scar looks much more like a big birthmark or just some make-up than it looks like a actual burn scar

#atla #atla zuko

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a visitor

#Art #prehistoric animals

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Sea of Light

Dying Alamosaurus lulled to sleep by the gentle waves of bioluminescence dinoflagellates.

#art #prehistoric animals #sauropod

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“Resurrection”

#Art #comic #prehistoric animals

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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

#Art #comic #prehistoric animals #Poetry

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Can I get some Kabru/Mithrun fluff? :3

Here you go!

„Huh, what do you have there?“ Mithrun looks up from his book as Kabru enters the room, carrying a tablet with two big mugs on it. 

He sets it down, before sitting onto the couch next to Mithrun. „It is called Hot Chocolate. The embassedor brought it with him, well the ingridients and recipe. I thought it would be fun to try together.“

The elf nods and puts his book away. „It smells quite good…“

„It does, right?“ Kabru takes one of the mugs and hands it to Mithrun. „Be carefull, it‘s quite hot.“

Mithrun nods, wrapping his hands around the mug to warm them up. „It is called hot chocolate…“

„Yeah, I guess.“ Kabru laughs and brushes a strand of silver hair out of Mithruns face. „Let‘s just hope it tastes as good as it smells, right?“

Mithrun nods again before taking a carefull sip. „It‘s sweet…“

„Is it too sweet?“ Kabru sounds suddenly worried. „I can get you some milk, to mix in, if you want to!“

„It is fine this way. You should try it too.“ Mithrun takes another sip and leans against his boyfriend. 

Kabru finally also takes a sip and a smile lights up his face. „It‘s really tasty… the spices really do a great job. You know, I was a bit sceptical about them, but they are really good.“ He looks over to Mithrun. 

The elf nods once again and softly smiles.

Kabru puts one arm around Mithrun‘s shoulder, brushing through his silver hair. „We should make this more often, don‘t you think so?“

„Yeah… that sounds good.“ Mithrun sets down his now half-empty mug and leans against Kabru. 

„You need to clean up your face first tough.“ He gently wipes the milk foam off of Mithruns mouth.

#dungeon meshi #kabru #mithrun #kabumisu #fluff #fanfic

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For the fic request: Sanguinius/Lion, accident

Content warning: a bit of blood and a character getting a small injury (well, small for a primarch) 

Someone knocks on the door. The Lion groans as he stands up to open the door. „What is it this fucking time?“

But to his surprise the person in front of the door is not Roboute Guilliman, forcing even more paperwork on him, for once. Instead Sanguinius is standing there, looking smaller than usual and blood dripping from his forehead. „Am I disturbing you? I… I can go somewhere else if you want to…“

Immediatly Lion feels bad for his outburst. „No, of course not….“ He gently takes Sanguinius‘ arm and pulls him into the office. „But what has happend to you?“

The angel sits down in the giant armchair, pulling his knees to his chest. „Well, the meeting room two floors down… it has those really big windows towards the balcony, right?“

Lion nods quietly while searching for a washcloth. 

„I didn‘t realize that well… that the windows were there and the door closed… and I kind of flew into the window and now my head hurts.“ He touches the wound on his forehead which has allready started to close. There are small pieces of glass still stuck in it.

Lion sighs before brushing Sanguinius‘ hair out of the way. „You need to get those shards out before it heals completly… is it fine if I do that?“

The angel nods. „That‘s why I came here, I thought it would be easier for you to do…“ He is fidgeting with the edge of his tunic. 

„Okay, just give me a second…“ Lion starts to carefully remove the pieces of glass, warm blood running over his fingers, before wiping the rest of the blood away with the towel as best as possible. „That should be fine… just be more carefull with where you land next time, yeah?“ 

„How could I have known, that there is a window if it is translucent?“ Sanguinius looks up with teary eyes. 

Lion puts the washcloth away. „I‘ll tell Guilliman to replace all the windows with stained glass.“

Sanguinius eyes light up as he jumps up and wraps his arms around Lion‘s neck. „That would be great! Thank you so much that you do that for me!“

Lion gently strokes his back. „Of course love… how is your head feeling?“

„Bit better.“ Sanguinius touches the scar on his forehead. „I guess that will take a few more hours to disappear.“

„That‘s good.“ Lion presses a small kiss on the angels forhead. 

Sanguinius nuzzles closer against him. „Can I stay here for a bit? I don‘t feel like explaining to Rob why the window is broken…“

„Of course.“

#warhammer 40k #primarch #fanfiction #lion el'jonson #sanguinius

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If you send me a request with pairing/characters, prompt, genre and maybe kinks, I‘ll try to write a short one-shot/scene or just some headcanons for it! Taking requests for basically all my fandoms, so Warhammer 40k, Dungeon Meshi, BES, Atla, Naruto…

Btw, if you put you AO3-username, I can gift you the story if I post it there!

#No guarantee the thing will be written within a reasonable timeframe #fanfic #writing requests

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Feeding Time

Author’s Note: This is the next in the Baby Primarchs being raised by Big E series. First. Previous.

Warnings:  dehumanization of primarchs, dehumanization of infants, neglectful parent, baby barf, please ask me to tag additional things

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel

Summary: The Emperor feeds some of his infant generals.

Neoth held One in the crook of one arm, making sure that his head was well supported as he held the bottle of skin-temperature warm (not hot, not cold, not cool, as he had learned through trial and error) and ensured that his first primarch could latch on firmly to the nipple of the bottle in order to feed. The little one drank swiftly, making tiny suckling noises that Neoth refused to acknowledge as anything other than One successfully feeding. He was making sure to be very quiet, as the rest of his twenty-one infant generals were peacefully sleeping. He hadn't known, when he had ordered for each of them to be decanted - that each of the little ones would have a different sleeping and feeding schedule.

But they did. One preferred to be fed at least once every couple of hours - and if he was not fed precisely on time he would use all three of his lungs and wail at the top of his lungs, while waving tiny fists in the air and kicking at the sides of his cradle. And when One started to cry, he set off all of the others, no matter how deeply sleeping or content they had been before One had begun to cry. One also occasionally hissed and growled when startled... Although that was likely due to the feline DNA that he had inserted into One's DNA structure. 

One was currently purring as he suckled the bottle, his eyes squinted closed in contentment. Neoth made sure that the bottle had exactly the amount of formula that One fed on without causing him to spit up, after having drunk more than his small stomach could handle, as One would suckle until his bottle was dry, no matter how full his stomach got, which Six, Nine and Eighteen were also prone on doing. Twelve cried whenever one of its' siblings cried for any reason, which was frustrating in its' own way. 

One released the bottle's nipple with a tiny sigh and yawn, stretching a little and resting his head on Neoth's chest. Something treacherously soft and warm was beating beneath his breast. Neoth ruthlessly squashed the feeling as he set One down in hi-it's bassinet. He lightly brushed the light blonde hair out of One's face, as he murmured a quiet "Good boy."

One curled into his touch as the infant primarch shoved its' thumb into its' mouth and starting to suck, dark eyes once again closing for a nap.

Which was good, as it was time to feed Twenty-A and Twenty-O, who refused to be separated from one another, even to feed or be bathed (and... Bathing was on the list of things that needed to be done, but feeding the primarchs so that they would grow out of such a helpless and needy stage was paramount). This clinginess was understandable, as the two of them had been incubated in the same pod, though they would be weaned from one another's presence. His generals needed to be independent enough to work solo, or alongside just the forces he sent alongside them.

Neoth floated the two of them out of their bassinet and into his arms with a flicker of warp-craft. He stilled when Fifteen shifted from in its' sleep. Fifteen was by far the most deeply connected to the warp of all of Neoth's Primarchs - which had been by design, but Fifteen was also very closely attuned to Neoth's own use of the Warp - and often awoke, sable eyes staring up at him at any moderate or higher working of the warp he did in the infant primarch's presence. Fifteen once again settled in its' crib, snuggling into the heating pad with a contented sigh.

Twenty-A began to gum Neoth's shirt, seeking a nipple, Twenty-O just stared up at him, teal eyes barely blinking. 

The Emperor of Mankind silently sighed, carefully floating two bottles of formula in front of each of the twins' faces. Twenty-A took a moment to unlatch from Neoth's shirt to begin drinking its' bottle, periodically stopping to gurgle at Twenty-O, who gurgled back, or waved a hand at Twenty-A at each vocalization. The twins were slower eaters than most of their siblings - which could be frustrating when more of the primarchs were awake and wailing for their own meals. Three, Twelve and Nineteen also ate slowly, though they'd already eaten in the previous hour to this, before One had eaten.

... But trying to rush the twins through their meal only caused them to burp and throw up everything they'd eaten all over his shirt, pants, shoes, or the room in a sticky mess before caterwauling until they were fed in the way that they liked best. 

An hour later, and the twins finally finished the last of their feedings, and tried to snuggle into his chest to sleep. Neoth, having a great many things to do, not the least of which currently included feeding the rest of their siblings, swiftly set the pair down (as if he let Twenty-A and Twenty-O fall asleep in his arms, they would not stop crying when they were put down, no matter what Neoth tried, short of picking up the fussing infants again).

Seventeen began to whimper, just as Neoth finished tucking the twins into their shared crib. Suppressing a sigh of irritation, Neoth picked the little primarch up, rocking him back and forth. Seventeen had already been fed recently, and its' diaper did not need to be changed... So why was the little one fussing? As expected, a handful of moments after it was picked up, Seventeen settled down in, dark brown eyes closing, tiny hands grasping onto his shirt. Neoth sighed, clicking his tongue a little as he gently removed the tiny hands from his shirt, setting Seventeen down again "I can't hold you, I have to feed five more of your brothers, Seventeen." Seventeen snuffled a little, dark eyes filling with tears. Neoth sighed and tucked one of the stuffed animal shaped toys that held his scent and had a warm core next to Seventeen, who curled around the toy and fell into a deeper sleep.

He... Really needed to come up with names for them. Preferably before they started to form long-term memories. Their names were something that he'd been pondering on and off since their creation had been relatively certain, but he had yet to settle on a name for any one of them, much less a name for all of them. 

Fourteen was awake, and started to sniffle, shifting unhappily in its' crib. Neoth swiftly made his way over to where the white-haired primarch was laying, so it didn't start squalling and wake up more of its' siblings. He pitched his voice low and soothing, one hand rubbing Fourteen's back, the other holding it close to his chest "Easy, easy Fourteen. You're safe... Shhh, shhh... Calm down. Are you hungry?" He murmured, floating another bottle of formula in front of Fourteen's face.

The tiny primarch stared at the bottle before opening its' mouth and latching on, sucking hard. Fourteen was prone to tears and fussing, but it ate quickly - too quickly, if Neoth didn't shift the angle of the formula to make sure that Fourteen didn't suck in air, or drink too quickly and give its' tiny belly cramps. Four, Eight and Sixteen also ate very quickly as well - though Fourteen was the one who ate the fastest, and fussed the most when its' stomach was upset from foo much formular too quickly, or air being swallowed alongside the formula as well. 

Neoth put a small towel on his shoulder, before raising Fourteen up to that shoulder, patting it's back after Fourteen finished eating. Despite his best efforts, Fourteen usually did needed to be burped at least a little after being fed, and was one of the messiest eaters of all of his primarchs. At least at this life stage. Neoth shuddered internally at the little gargling sound that Fourteen made before it spat up a mix of air and formula onto the towel, which absorbed the sticky substance without dirtying his shirt.

It took ten minutes, after Fourteen had been fed, for Neoth to be certain that Fourteen wouldn't unexpectedly vomit in his crib, necessitating cleaning of the bedding, lest fourteen lay in the substance until it dried - which stank. Once the burping period was over, he set Fourteen down next to its' warm-cored plush toy before walking over to where Thirteen was curled on its' side.

Thirteen was awake, blue eyes staring up at him as he approached, straw-blond, curly hair sticking out every-which direction on its' head. Thirteen rarely cried, or vocalized much at all, unless interacting directly with one or more of its' fellow primarchs, or with one of the Custodes who fed it and its' siblings when Neoth was attending to other duties. Thirteen ate at a medium pace and rarely needed to be burped. It was one of the lower-maintenance of his primarchs, which was a breath of relief. A pity that of its' siblings, only Five, Seven and Ten were equally agreeable and quiet. It drank its' ration of formula without fuss or complaint, nor did it fuss when he set it down again. 

Neoth went over the feeding schedule in his head, frowning as Two began to fuss. Both Two and Eleven were the ones who were adapting most poorly to being outside of the incubation chambers. They weren't putting on weight like the others, and though they would cry given certain stimuli, they weren't as active as the others, either. Something seemed to be wrong with the both of them, and their medical teams were diligently researching possible causes, as well as putting  both infant primarchs through a series of medical tests, trying to determine the cause. He sighed as he picked up two, rocking it back and forth until it settled down again. 

His vox communicator chimed, and Neoth suppressed a frustrated growl. He was not to be disturbed while feeding the Primarchs unless something urgent came up. "Delaxius, finish feeding the Primarchs. Something has come up." The Emperor of Mankind ordered one of the Custodians guarding the primarchs' room. 

"As you command, my lord." Delaxius responded immediately, entering the room. 

Neoth swiftly exited the room, swiftly returning to court, unaware of the spit-up towel on one of his shoulders until hours later, when one of the High Lords of Terra tactfully asked him as to why he was wearing such a thing.

Fuck!

#Ooh i love this #could you maybe tag me for the next part? #warhammer 40k #stories

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So how do you imagine snail love darts and necrontyr working/combining? Cause I am interested~

Aksjdhsk ahahaha oh god okay here we go

(Tumblr crashed on me three times while I tried to write this, but I will not let that stop me from rambling at length about snail sex, speculative xenobiology, and various ways that necrontyr get to be fucked up little guys.)

Okay, now snails: they use the darts during courtship to deliver hormones that increase the likelihood of fertilizing their partner's eggs; after the several-hours-long mating dance, they'll exchange spermatophores. (Fun fact, the penis, copulatory canal, and dart sac are all located inside the genital pore, on the snail's head. Mating dances can involve a lot of biting.) Snails have bad aim, but it's not uncommon for both snails to end up getting stabbed during courtship.

Okay. Some assumptions/general thoughts: necrontyr do not have "dual-use" reproductive/waste elimination systems (inferred from Trazyn's hilarious disgust at the idea, but honestly it would be entirely believable for him to have completely lost any and all memories of necrontyr biology). Most higher order animals do (they're efficient!), but you start to see ones that don't when you get down to bugs and marine creatures, so that's what kicked off this train of thought.

I'm assuming also there is relatively little sexual dimorphism among necrontyr (not for any particular reason, although my understanding is that actual female necrons are a relatively new thing in wh40k lore, so that fits). And finally, everyone constantly dying of turbo cancer has led to a 'throw everything but the kitchen sink at it' evolutionary approach to reproductive strategies.

"Copulatory canal" is a deeply unsexy phrase, btw. So are most words we use when talking about sex, unfortunately. *sigh*

Okay, so, love darts. Pretty much only ever used by nobles/the military, because in the upper classes of society, sex isn't about reproduction, it's about reinforcing social hierarchies. And necrontyr social hierarchies tend to be inherently about violence in one way or another. Sexual dominance is generally more about who gets stabbed with the dart than it is about which penis is going where. (That's still a factor, but it's secondary, since genital configurations/functionality can be a bit of a wildcard.) Snails take an egalitarian approach to sex; necrontyr categorically do not. Both parties consenting to be darted would be considered weird and perverted.

Anyway. While many necrontyr do only have one set of functional reproductive organs by the time they reach adulthood (either because the other set was always vestigial or because it gets removed to reduce the spread of cancer), both sets are usually present in some fashion. Sterility would be fairly common, but medical technology is able to mitigate some of that; the lower classes, at least, need to be able to breed like rabbits to feed the war machine. Gender is mostly divorced from reproductive role by the time biotransference happens; in addition to male and female, there would have been at least one other normative gender, possibly two (to account for both null and multimodal genders). Gender fluidity would have been common and largely unremarkable for necrontyr. (It's still largely unremarkable for necrons, but it's not particularly common; they're mostly fixed with whatever gender they had at biotransference.)

The dart sac would be located in their mouths, under the tongue; it's meant to be ejected into the soft tissue of the mouth, but it's sharp enough to pierce the skin anywhere. (This does mean kissing can be Complicated, or at least somewhat subversive, depending on everyone's social standing.) Normally it gets broken down and absorbed by the recipient's body; pulling one out tends to be extremely uncomfortable/painful.

Kind of going off ancient greek/roman sexual mores here; it would be entirely unthinkable, for example, for Obyron to be the penetrative partner in either sense with Zahndrekh. (Then again, Zahndrekh is a shameless pervert.) Sex between two social equals is generally accompanied by an agreement- sometimes tacit, sometimes explicit- about not using the darts. Doing so would be an overt act of aggression. Often, to prevent any potential misunderstandings, they'll voluntarily empty their dart sacs ahead of time.

Forcing someone to empty their dart sac prior to sex is a pretty common form of sexual humiliation. When done voluntarily, it's a sign of submission or respect. (Darts usually have a refractory period of a few days, depending on the person's overall health. Single-chambered dart sacs are typical, but multiples aren't unheard of. Leads to occasional 'surprise! You thought I was submitting to you but now you're getting fucked instead' situations.)

The exact cocktail of hormones and neurochemicals it injects the other person with would vary somewhat between individuals, but can potentially vary widely between dynasties or social classes due to genetic/geographic/cultural differences. Some might include a mild paralytic agent; some sort of euphoric effect is also common. (This is all in addition to the original function, which, uh. Is to make the recipient more likely to get pregnant.) The shape of the dart varies in a similar fashion, ranging from a straight, smooth bone spike to something more elaborate with barbs or fluting.

(A bloody mouth can signify a lot of things to necrontyr- in addition to violence or illness, it's also inherently erotic. Necrons who remember this try very, very hard not to think about it when confronted with Flayed Ones.)

(Yenekh: *very sexily smearing his mouth with blood and draping himself all over Oltyx*

Crypteks have their own social hierarchies within their conclaves, but they're usually not as concerned with sexual politics as nobles and the military tend to be. Most people believe that crypteks all lace their love darts with poison, and the crypteks don't try to discourage that assumption. Some of them probably do, tbh.

Oltyx: *oblivious, can't stop thinking about how pretty Yenekh is*

The rest of the flayed ones: *still not sure why their king and his consort haven't fucked nasty in a pile of carrion yet. Maybe they need a bigger pile of carrion? Yes, that's probably it. They will take care of this for their beloved king.*)

Necrons, of course, don't have genitalia, but they can still stab each other with love dart analogues- this ranges from things like executive buffer override packages sent via interstitial channel, to actually physically jamming a spike of necrodermis into a neural input node. (From a purely aesthetic/romantic standpoint I also like the idea of love darts constructed out of crystallized core flux. The first time Zahndrekh does that to Obyron he goes into complete cascade failure and takes several hours to reboot.)

If Orikan and Trazyn did have sex pre-biotransference, one of them would have darted the other without permission (probably accidentally, being that they are both intensely nerdy losers and thus Bad At Sex by necrontyr standards), setting off a sixty-five million year hate-sex feud that neither of them can even remember the origin of. Orikan would've gone after Trazyn's mouth with a pair of pliers at some point; joke's on him, Trazyn's into that.

(Trazyn does have a collection of necrontyr love darts in the archives- all of them ones he collected personally when he was alive. He has no absolutely no memory of slutting it up back in the day, though, and probably doesn't even realize what they are. Sannet, unfortunately, does remember, and wishes he didn't. He has had to put up with so, so much over the years.)

#necrontyr #necrons #warhammer 40k #Story

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Midnight doodles. 

#warhammer 40k #konrad curze #jago sevatarion

[sharenadraculea]

Nothing better than waking up to someone traumadumping in my asks and basically saying I would be happy they were abused and probally get ideas for I quote „your trashy fics“ from it. To that person, I‘m very sorry that happend to you but there is a significant diffrence between horrible things happening to a real human beeing and those things happening to a fictional character, who is not real.

Anyways, I now turned off anonymous asks (which I should have done the whole time) and anyone traumadumping and accusing me in my asks will get blocked.

#general housekeeping #It is way to early for this

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DEATH END

#sanguinius #konrad curze #alpharius #ferrus manus #warhammer 40k #primarch #I first thought bald guy was Horus #oops

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So, over the last few days I have seen several posts that were basically „Don‘t do anything weird (aka even vaguely sexual) with Izutsumi, she is a baby UwU and if you put her in any weird (aka even vaguely sexual) situations you are bad and gross and will burn in the eternal flames of hell UwU.“ Which annoys me, for multiple reasons:

First of all, I‘m a big proponent of Ship and let Ship and also don‘t scream at people on the internet that they are horrible for their silly little fics and keeping in mind that fiction is not reality and what people write is not necesarely what they want to do in real life.

Second, Izutsumi is not a baby. She is 17. Not seven. Seventeen. In the world of Dungeon Meshi she is a legal adult. And even in our world she is very much „Mentally prepare yourself for taxes“-age.

Does Izutsumi do things that are generally considered childish? Yeah. She wears a oversized coat. She doesn‘t like to sleep alone. She likes physical touch and cuddles. She is a picky eater. She is quite egocentric. She has a flat chest. She shows no romantic or sexual interest in anyone. She wishes for a parental/maternal figure. This absolutly does not change the fact that she is seventeen. Childish Teens and adults exist (hello, this is partly me self-projecting) and us beeing „childish“ does in no way, shape or form change the fact that we are very much not children. Childish teens and adults and also asexual and/or aromantic teens and adults are not innocent little babies that need to be protected from the „sinfull“ and „dirty“ world and if you would treat me, a aroace „childish“ young adult, like a fucking toddler, I would be very happy to throw all the smut I read and write at you.

Also like the internet is full of people that are around 17 and for which it is not weird at all to be attracted to a seventeen-yearold characters (obviously a lot of people who write about characters/draw them are not attracted to them at all, but we are all still strangers on the internet with rarelly enough infos to judge if a hyptothetical attractment would be weird or okay, whatever those terms mean to you)

And last but not least, Izutsumi also get‘s put in „weird“ situations in the manga, she isn‘t exactly treated like a little baby. Remember when Laios wanted to count her nipples?

#dungeon meshi #izutsumi #pro shipping #fandom stuff #rant