#microscopic but mighty

[hydraxx]

reani: i help people and keep the city safe! also i will literally murder you if you commit petty theft :)

#critical role #mighty nein #putting this lesbian under a microscope #who the fuck is in your head girl

[amaranthineghost]

THE MIGHTY HAS FALLEN (BUT YOU'LL RISE AGAIN, LOVE) ( max verstappen. )

max verstappen x reader

after a tough race cut short, max pushes away any person around him, but not her. never her. she always picks up the pieces to put him back together.

authors note: I love max. I know he's not the self-deprecating typa guy, but in this, he is, OKAY. charles is after this <333

HE WAS A BOMB. the fuse getting shorter and shorter every minute that his patience was tested. everything around him seemed to irritate him more and more as he tried to keep himself from exploding, for pr's sake.

he just wanted to avoid the media all together, for obvious reasons, but he was contractually obligated to give his words to the journalists under the media tent. putting him under a microscope and asking questions that had an undertone of scrutiny in hopes of catching him break. he was close, but he wouldn’t.

it hadn’t even been a fault of his own, he rarely made those anymore. the car had caught fire, but not due to a mistake he had made, and even if it had been, he wouldn't have admitted it anyways. still he felt the guilt of his lack of performance, beating himself up after every question asked about his car and what had happened.

it was just stupid. the questions were stupid. the car was stupid. this whole race was stupid.

the pressure to perform, even in the best car on the grid, was high. despite his seat being secured for plenty of years to come, he still had expectations to meet and records to break.

it was obvious to everyone that max was hard on himself every time he didn't perform his best, his girlfriend especially noticing when she’d find him in his very luxurious driver's room sulking at even the slightest of a mistake made by him.

it didn't happen often, but when it did, she'd been there for him. he knew that.

he wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never be seen again because world champions don't make stupid mistakes.

even if this hadn't been a mistake he made, he should've known. even if there was no possible way he could’ve, he should've.

he was raised to believe that he was only deserving if he had been first, that he was destined to fail after every second place or worse finish.

so it wasn't surprising when he thought he didn't deserve her. in comparison, or more like his eyes, she was simply perfect.

and she understood him, which not many people could because he wouldn't let anyone pick apart his brain like she did.

he locked his thoughts and feelings in the dark that shrouded his mind from early childhood trauma. he promised he would never let anyone see.

but he was never great at keeping such promises because it hadn't taken much for her to pick the lock to his brain. even though he wasn't ready to spill every detail of his upbringing to her, he trusted her.

and he didn't get to do that all too often.

the media had been brutal—he knew they would be—and yet it still crushed his mentality and faith in himself.

with his race suit around his waist despite having time to change beforehand, he walked through the paddock in shame at the early retirement.

it wasn't like this determined the outcome of his career because the next race, he'd be back on top. he didn't feel so sure of it though because all his thoughts were on this failure. what if he failed the next race?

what if he failed the whole season? what if he fails her?

unlikely, the people know, but he had so much confidence which had so easily crumbled when it got a little too hot. he wasn't sure of himself anymore.

anyone could see the turmoil bubbling underneath his skin, harsh waves crashing in the ocean of his blue eyes as he pushed past anyone and everyone.

the walk through the paddock was short, considering the red bull motorhome was the first of ten. max hastily entered through the automatic doors, skipping steps as he was eager to hide out in his driver's room.

he felt the eyes of the staff follow him down the hall until he disappeared quickly around the corner. he didn't want to be seen by anyone.

the door to his driver's room closed as fast as it was opened, but much louder. she heard the slam of the door echo down the hallway.

she didn't flinch, she just calmly greeted staff with smiles and left a bag of sweets on the table for them. she always brought something for the team, to celebrate every victory and despite this not being one, they still deserved it for working hard.

since she had gotten there not too long after him, she lingered around the lobby. she didn't want to be waiting around for him to show up and have him brush her off because he wasn't in the right headspace.

he would never mean to dismiss her, and she knew to give him at least a little time to himself to think and process things. she couldn't give him too much time though because she didn't want his self-deprecating thoughts to eat away at his confidence.

from what she analyzed from the staff and their demeanor, he'd probably caught them off guard when he slammed his door.

she wouldn't apologize for his behavior because she would make him do it when he cooled down.

so she hung around and made small talk with the sparse staff around to allow max a few minutes to himself before excusing herself down the hall.

she had a bomb to defuse after all.

the clack of her heels on the hard floors bounced off the walls, but she walked quietly enough so max didn't hear her coming. he knew she would though. he knew she would find him with his head in his hands, barely covered in sweat because he didn't race for more than three laps.

his face was still flush with disappointment though. he didn't want her to see him like this even though she was with him during his last disappointing race, but even though his singaporean grand prix finish wasn't great, at least he hadn't been out of the race.

max hadn't DNF’d in two years because he was simply just that good, and he still is. he just didn't feel like it.

his hands pressed so hard against his eyes, the blood vessels in them would have popped if he pushed any harder. he had taken off his red bull hat, he felt he didn't deserve the number one right now. it was thrown lazily onto the makeshift bed in his driver's room.

the room was practically silent, every so often interrupted by a deep sigh of disappointment that escaped his lips. he had sat there for a good couple or minutes, sulking.

when she reached his door, she held the bouquet of flowers she always got for him close to her body with one arm while she raised the other to knock. her hand only slightly hesitated before her fist made contact with the door and a few seconds later, she tried entering. it was locked, which was usual whenever he was brooding.

at first, when max heard the knock, he thought of all the people last on his list that he would want to see right now, but on the bottom of the list was the person he wanted to avoid the most right now.

his dad.

their relationship was rocky. he never supported max at any place unless it was on the very top of the podium, and even then max thought he looked unpleasant.

“go away,” was all max could mutter through his hands as his heart started to pick up the pace.

she sighed, shaking her head with a smile pulling at her lips, “max.” it was all she needed to say.

part of him didn't want to let her in, he didn't want her to see him like this, but he knew she was just as stubborn as him, if not more. he knew she would stand there all day if he didn't open the door to let her in.

and he would always let her in.

she heard the low creak of the sofa she could imagine him sitting on, but not his footsteps while he made his way to the door. she only knew he heard her when the lock clicked and the door slowly opened inwards to reveal the red-faced max verstappen.

she stood staring at him, her head tilted as she studied his face. he didn't move, he just watched her eyes dart around his appearance, and he felt himself getting hot under his fireproofs.

“are you going to let me in, verstappen?” she teased, a sly smile on her lips as she watched her boyfriend roll his eyes.

he scoffed, stepping aside, “don't call me that.”

“what?” she acted innocent, stepping into his driver's room with the fresh flowers, seeing the already prepped vase, “don't call you by your name?”

“you know what I mean.” though he tried to keep a straight face and act like he was still mad, he couldn't keep a smile from creeping onto his lips. she just had that effect.

she heard the door close and lock again as she took the wrapping off and placed the flowers in the vase. she shrugged at his words, her back still towards him, but she knew he had sat back down.

“you didn't have to get those,” he mumbled, “didn't win.”

she sighed, crumbling the wrapping in her hand and throwing it away before walking to where he sat. she stood in front of him as he looked up at her.

even with heels, he was still much taller than her and even though he was sitting, he reached barely below her chin.

she spread her arms to offer a hug to him, which he gratefully took, his arms snaking around the low of her hips. pressed against her chest, her arms wrapped around his head, running her fingers through his hair.

she felt him sigh against her skin, his eyes closing as they stayed like that for minutes without speaking. she felt him caress the bare skin of her thigh with his thumb.

when they finally pulled apart, his hands still laid firmly on her hips, his hair disheveled from the hug. she ran her hands through it to fix it and he only watched as she did so.

when she finally finished after only ten seconds because guy hair is a lot less complicated than women’s hair, he finally spoke up, “why are you dressed so uncomfortably?”

she was slightly taken aback, seeing as he was just moping about his race not even ten minutes ago and now commenting on her appearance. he only assumed she was uncomfortable, but unfortunately his assumption was correct.

“what do you mean?” she looked down at her attire, which isn't so different from the other wags that she hung out with.

his hand snuck around the back of her thigh and pulled up her leg, “I thought I told you to stop wearing heels, you always complain about them.”

“i’m fine,” she said, about to cross her arms, but her balance said otherwise so she settled them on his shoulders for support.

he gave her an incredulous look because every time she wore heels, without fail, she would complain less than an hour into wherever they were that she wanted to sit.

“okay, i admit i can't wait to get these things off,” she let out a deep breath, putting a hand on her hip, “but I'm supposed to be taking care of you.”

she said in his response to take the heels off her feet for her, a simple gesture really, but this was about him.

“do you want to talk about it?” she massaged his shoulders as he threw her heels to the other side of the small sofa.

“nothing to talk about,” he shrugged, “maybe I don't deserve being first.”

she pushed his head to look up at her, shaking her head, “you just don't realize how much you deserve, max. you're a world champion, a three-time one,” she reassured him, “you've won countless races, and you still have the entire season ahead of you. I know you want to, but you can't let one bad race define your season.”

“I know, you're right.” he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought deeply, “but I have to prove myself.”

“you've already done that plenty of times,” she shook his shoulders in emphasis, “besides you'll still lead the championship, unless charles gets p1, but you'll get it right back if that's the case.”

she was right. she always was, he never doubted her. he would never doubt her because she would never lie to him. she always backed up her answers by building up his ego and confidence back up so he was ready to fight it out on the track next race.

whether it took a couple of minutes or hours to bring his mood back up, she'd take her time in making him feel like the champion he was again.

she would take his phone from him, he didn't need to see the articles being written or the missing phone calls from his dad.

all he needed was her and she would always be there.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

A Prince's Release [Asgard!Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki takes a break from a diplomatic feast, and finds he is not alone in the hallways of Asgard. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Oral. Loki POV. Soft dom.

Loki’s footsteps echoed away from the buzz of the feast. And as their raucous mirth grew quieter, so did his mind.

He glanced out the arched window to the side, noting the glitter of Asgard below. He had not been released from his diplomatic obligations entirely. Not officially. Not yet. But he needed this.

He dissolved the ceremonial armour adorning his shoulders, his forearms. It’s gold faded, revealing the simple earthen green of the leathers beneath. Hair that had lain nestled beneath his helmet fell free against his collar. Suddenly, a fist gathered the rear of his tunic. He adopted a battle stance without thinking, spinning with malice in his eyes. His features softened; resolve softening as his dagger hovered beneath the tip of your chin. “My Lady, you should be more careful.” he murmured darkly, running the flat of the thin blade to meet your parted lips. You kissed it.

Several guards lining the open arches sank into shadow.

Loki felt the sharp thud of polished marble flat on his back as you pushed him to the wall, the biting cool it surely held almost chilling through his leathers. You had manoeuvred him to the inside of one of the archway columns. Concealed, almost.

Audacious, this one; he mused. His mind was fire, the heavy dullness chess of diplomatic politics replaced by a haze of lust.

The leather tunic squeaked, sliding against the marble surface as you swept your tongue deeper inside his mouth like a demon. He felt your familiar digits combing through his hair. Pulling. Searching. Claiming, he thought, sliding a moist palm around the nape of your neck.

Loki liked that. He tugged the back of your evening dress sharply, pulling you away. With an inquiring smirk, he tilted his head. “What has gotten into you, little thing? To accost a Prince of Asgard so..." he tutted playfully. Loki gleefully watched as heat rose in your skin. He could feel it; warming the cool night air.

“You, obviously” you huffed, feigned annoyance losing its effect as your grappling fingers tugged at the laces of his trousers. “My prince,” you added as an after-thought.

The palace had ears everywhere. “I think not,” Loki smiled as he let his knuckles trail over your shoulder, down your bare bicep. “It has been ten long days since I’ve gotten into you. My father has seen to that.” The roll of your eyes made his stomach flip. Oh, how he loved this. How he had missed it.

He turned the smile flexing against his lips into a bite. “Loki,” you whimpered petulantly, sliding your hand down the crotch of his leathers as you tried in vain to launch at his mouth. He held you back with ease, your beautiful brow scrunched. “You have not answered my letters, your servants turn me away...they say you are entertaining the diplomats every night,”

The game, Loki smirked with deep satisfaction, is afoot. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tutted, making sure his lips stayed open. He narrowed his eyes, teasing you. His tongue rested on the ridge of his mouth, noting every microscopic shiver of arousal course across your skin.

“Show me how much you missed me during my diplomatic conclave. Missed him.” He nodded down to the weighty arousal hardening in your covert hand. “What?” you gasped, glancing around the empty hallway with a modesty unbecoming of your true nature. Starlight glittered against golden pillars, mounted flames crackling against the shouts from the feast hall beyond.

Loki shrugged innocently, a small smile curling his lip. His stomach was fizzing. He could feel the skin of his balls tightening beneath his ceremonial trappings. The inches of his mighty cock thickening with each roaring second of silence.

While he had been bound to nod and smile during peace talks and the intricacies of trade agreements over an endless ten days, all that had filled his mind was thoughts of your hot mouth wrapping around him. The glide of your tongue, the pressure of your fingertips digging hard into his flesh.

The torchlight made every vein of your irises sparkle as you slowly raised your gaze to meet his own.

There was a mischievous glint in them, an unspoken language honed between you saying all that needed to be said.

You craned upwards, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear with a licentious sigh. “Anyone could walk by,” you breathed, making Loki shudder. His thighs clenched, an unprompted groan rumbling in his throat. “Oh yes,” he gasped as your fingers toyed with the leather straps slung against his hips, “anyone.” The belts and sheath fell to the marble by his ankles with a series of thuds. It’s happening, he thought incredulously as you sank to your knees. The rustle of your skirts pooling on the ground made Loki brace. You never took your eyes off his, tugging the leather trousers down his hips.

Loki rested his head back on the marble pillar, lids fluttering closed as his hand wrapped around his cock. He jolted as the foreskin pulled back, stroking gently as you watched him. She’s actually going to-

His breath hitched, jaw clenching as your palms slid up the solid bulge of his femurs.

You squeezed.

“G-gods” Loki heard himself stammer, cringing.

Hold it together, he chided; letting his hand fall to the side. You are a Prince of Asgard. But knowing your talents, he suddenly wished he had something to hold on to.

The small puff of air that erupted from your lips made him straighten, spine pressing flat to the mirror. “I’ve missed you,” you whispered against his cock. Loki took a deep breath, choking ferociously on the exhale as you swallowed the tip. He clenched and unclenched his fists, resisting the urge to tangle his fingers in your hair like a commoner. The warmth was valhalla. No matter how many times he experienced it, the god found himself eternally unprepared. All of his senses were heightened. The rush of desire and long-held fantasies of this act, in this place, welling in his bloodstream as you swallowed him deeper. Lips made a vacuum on the girth, the feeling of your fingers circled tight around the root. Squeezing. Merciless. They tugged lightly at his public hair with every targeted pump. Wet. Your blowjobs were always so fucking wet.

He suddenly realised he was moaning. Loudly. The gnash of his teeth grinding shocked him back to reality, feeling the straining vein in his neck soften. Loki looked down, hearing the whoreish slurps and groans from your mouth as he thrust gently against your tongue. He juddered, palms slapping against the marble. “F-ffuck, darling...uh, y-yes,” he heard someone whine, “like that - just...like, like that.”

The hand pressed against one quivering thigh suddenly intertwined with his own. Loki watched, entranced as you brought it to the back of your head. “Oh, slut” he murmured in wonder, the feral rumble surprising even himself, “my slut.”

The effort not to slam his cock down your throat was inhuman. Appropriate, Loki grit; as your travelling saliva began to slosh against the crease of his thighs. With every moan-punctuated bob of your head, he guided you. Encouraged you. Yes, darling. Så jævla bra. Goddess, only you. No one fucks me like you. His pants of devotion, carnal and otherwise, filled the open promenade like incense. They wafted into the night air like smoke, each filth-soaked groan from his throat louder than the last. He could hear no buzz from the feasting hall, not anymore. All he could hear was blood thundering in his ears.

Tentatively, he let his gaze fall on the opposing pillar. Its polished surface held a mirage of you both, his towering body with your worshipping form nestled against his thighs.

Beneath the moonlight, cheekbones slashed the angles of his face in the faint reflection. Your eager body knelt between his spread legs was a tableau worthy of the masters of this realm. But not even Kvasir could capture such rapturous eros, he mused fleetingly; before pushing your head deeper against his cock.

You moaned muffled approval, both hands sliding up his obliques beneath the leather tunic. Your fingers curled around his abdomen. Loki felt his thighs begin to shake.

He raised his hands behind his head. Fingers scraped back the hair at his temples, a shuddering sigh racking his chest. Errant tendrils caught between his digits, tugging as another quaking gasp snaked from his throat. He laced the fingers behind his skull, stomach clenching as your sucking intensified. He marvelled at his image, the features blurred but no less impressive. No wonder you were insatiable. Each delve of your mouth, each drag of your hardened lips, each swipe of your talented tongue. Faster. Harder, as he watched himself come undone. He was going to explode. His ass clenched, trying to stop the wave of cum building in his loins. The one that would soon be sloshing down the back of your throat. He couldn’t take his eyes off himself. Off of you. The ceremonial leather tight against his biceps had begun to split under the skill of your mouth, the heat of your tongue and your breath and your fingers. His jaw hung open, chin pressed to his chest. It was wild. He was an animal. A king. He was- F-fuck, In the marble’s reflection, Loki could just see the slick of your drool glinting down to his knees in the lick of firelight, smeared by needy palms. Deviant, he thought as power welled in his deepest core, and she’s all mine. His grip of your ornately designed hair tightened, just for a second. The pants were deafening, broken gasps and moans of your name shaking the very stone beneath his feet as the pillar to his back crunched with each twitch of his shoulders. The responding settle of your fingers around his hips was the signal he needed. The signal he craved. With a barely tempered roar, the god’s ass clenched painfully; bucking forwards. He threw his head back against the pillar with a crack, jaw clenched to the ceiling as the world went black.

Stars burst behind his eyelids, the force of climax tearing through his body like ripping leather. All he could feel was pleasure, warmth from your heavenly mouth caressing him over the edge of sanity as his knees buckled. Your fingers tightened around his hips, rocking him gently through the final, strangled breaths.

In the way you always did in these stolen moments, you tucked his softening cock into his leathers with a kiss; fingers deftly weaving the laces together. You climbed his trunk, tucking damp hair behind his ears.

“I missed you,” he murmured breathlessly, tasting himself in every desperate catch of your lips.

Through the haze, he watched with slanted brows as you ran a thumb from the base of your chin to your mouth before inspecting it. A thick layer of white coated the curve. You sucked slowly. “Ten days, my Prince,” you chided solemnly, before the smile he loved so much began to dance.

Loki winked, his senses returning. And his lust. “I told you I would save it all,” he smouldered, winking as his armour once again materialised around his leather garments. Horns unfurled, reaching forward on either side above your head. The gold seemed brighter somehow.

“I have a mind to return to the feast, wife.” he said quietly, cocking an eyebrow as he extended his hand. You frowned. “Only temporarily,” he added, throwing a glance to the huge doors down the corridor. “We left in such haste…” You took his hand warily. “Not long, my love” you replied. It was a warning. “The feast holds nothing that will sate the hunger I have.” “I know,” Loki smirked. He traced the curve of your earlobe with his tongue, feeling you shiver with desire against him as he flicked it back and forth.

He moaned softly against the shell, your faltering grip on his cape releasing a wolfish smile. “I know.”

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[the-kaedageist]

A non-exhaustive list of things I want from the next arc of campaign 3:

Astrid and Essek argue loudly, then they grimly begin to work together and discover, to both of their horror, that they make a killer team (probably literally)

Delilah reveals herself around members of the Assembly and we see their various reactions. Bonus if their petty beefs with each other come out. Double bonus if it’s Delilah and Ludinus

Aeor stasis bubble go pop

Someone from Bells Hells buys Tusk Love to read aloud to the group

Eadwulf shows up, hits on Essek, flirts with Ashton, flirts with Orym, hits on Dorian, flirts with—

Fearne flirts with Eadwulf

BH drop the deets about Ashton, and Essek immediately advances on him to study him like he’s a bug under a microscope

Aeormaton secrets (and god do I wish FCG could be here for this). Devexian????

Any references to the Circle of Brass, bonus points if it’s Laerryn. Jackpot if Laerryn is somehow in a stasis bubble

BH continue to collect a variety of body parts in the hole, leaving Essek nostalgic for the Mighty Nein’s Aeor days

Dark star. Dark star!!! Level 20 Essek?

Some answers about what the heck Ludinus did to Molaesmyr

Astrid is hot and deadly (that’s every day)

Dorian and Essek end up stuck together having to make awkward conversation

Verin or Deirta Thelyss cameo (improbable, would be AMAZING)

Gelidon comes by to check out this new group of chucklefucks that are tromping around Eiselcross

Dramatic showdown between Ludinus and Essek that turns into an all out level 20 wizard duel

#this is my first original cr post on tumblr in 2000 years #it’s been so long #critical role #cr3 #critrole #campaign 3 #essek thelyss #astrid becke #bells hells #ludinus da'leth #kate watches cr

[allfoolsinluv]

Closer

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: You and Joel grow closer after you arrive in Boston.

Word Count: 5.4k

Rating: Explicit, 18+. Minors DNI.

Warnings: canon-typical violence/death, assault, lil bit of angst, lowkey pining, getting together, fwb-to-lovers, soft!Joel Miller, alcohol consumption and drug use, explicit sex (fingering, unprotected p-in-v, f receiving oral, lil bit of consenual somno, dom/sub vibes, dom!Joel, sub!reader, teasing, rough sex, spit play, come play, dirty talk like WHOA, soft aftercare, i thiiiiiiink that's it idk i might have missed something bc there is A LOT here ok)

A/N: ok so i saw this gifset and the last gif took me OUT then I heard Closer by Nine Inch Nails on tik tok and my inner whore took over and she wrote this. The chokehold this man has on me is REAL and MIGHTY. anywho my first pedro boy fic! huge huge HUGE shoutout & thank u to @pedrito-friskito for looking this over for me 🥺💗 luv u bby

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Things between you and Joel had started out simple enough.

You’d met him not long after you’d arrived in Boston, during your first shift disposing of infected bodies. He kept to himself, not interacting with you beyond a curt nod of acknowledgment when you introduced yourself at the beginning of the day. But you hadn’t missed the way his eyes stayed on you throughout your shared shift. His gaze was curious, almost, like he was studying you. You hadn’t blamed him for it, even though he did kind of make you feel like a bug under a microscope; you were a newcomer, and newcomers often meant trouble. He hadn’t seemed like the type of guy that took too kindly to trouble.

The next few shifts you’d spent beside him went much like the first. He’d barely speak to you—if he even spoke at all—and kept an eye on you as you worked. As your time in Boston went on and as you continued to work more shifts with him, the intensity he watched you with seemed to lessen. For whatever reason, Joel Miller decided you weren’t a threat.

He’d warmed up to you after that, as much as it was possible for him to warm up to anybody. He would no longer ignore your greetings, offering you gruff heys and hellos. He’d sit with you in silence whenever you were allowed to take a break from working. He'd even started to walk you home after your shifts. When you'd asked him why the first time it happened, he'd told you that your apartment was on his way home. You wouldn’t have called yourselves friends, per se, but you both were definitely more agreeable with each other than you were with anybody else in Boston.

He was with you the first time you saw a public execution take place in the city center. One of your neighbors had been caught outside past curfew one too many times, an offense she would pay for with her life. You hadn’t known her very well, but hearing her name be called out and watching her life end before your very eyes was enough to break something in you. You’d been delusional to think that things on the inside were going to be any better than they were on the outside. 

Joel watched you watching your neighbor hang, taking note of the way your eyes widened and your breath drew short at the sight. When her body stopped flailing and the life had finally been drained from her, he placed a rough hand on your shoulder. When you startled at the contact and turned to look at him, he nodded his head in the direction of your apartments.

“Come on,” he’d said. You’d simply nodded in response, following him out of the crowd and away from your dead neighbor.

The two of you walked side-by-side in silence, not much different than when he’d walk you home any other day. When you got to your apartment building, though, he didn’t stop like he normally did. He kept walking until he realized you were no longer next to him.

“You coming or what?” he asked, head cocked and a hand on his hip. You’d looked between him and your building in confusion.

“This is my apartment.”

“Yeah,” he said as he approached you once again. “But we’re making a stop at mine first. Got something for you.” 

The thought of Joel Miller having something for you sent a flurry of nerves and butterflies swirling in your stomach. It’d been so long since you had any kind of companionship, it was nice to be thought of by someone else. You tried not to let your emotions show as you nodded your head.

“Okay, then. Lead the way.”

You weren’t sure what to expect when Joel had told you he had something for you, but whiskey and some pills weren’t it. Not that you were going to complain about them, though—it’d been too long since you’d had or done anything to turn your brain off. He didn’t say anything as he poured each of you a glass and put a pill in your hand. You’d swallowed the pill and the whiskey in one go. Joel poured you another glass without question.

The two of you sat in silence for a long while, side-by-side on his couch as you drank. The whiskey had burned as it went down your throat and settled into your stomach. It felt good.

After you’d polished off your third glass, you put the cup on the table in front of you with a heavy sigh. You sunk back into the couch and closed your eyes, saying softly, “This place is a fucking nightmare.”

The feeling of Joel’s hand on your thigh made your eyes pop open. You’d looked down at his hand on your leg, your breath hitching at the sight. When you looked up, you found him already looking at you, the pain in his eyes evident. “It is.” 

You fucked for the first time on his couch that day. The whiskey and the pill and the vulnerability had loosened you both up enough to just let go. He’d pulled you into his lap, shoved his hand into your jeans, and made you come on his fingers before he pulled your pants down your legs and fucked every thought out of your head. 

When it was over, after he’d made you come again and pulled out to finish in his fist, you’d climbed off of him and sat back, catching your breath. He’d cleaned his hand off and silently reached over to help you pull your jeans back into place. He’d stood from the couch and held out a hand to pull you up. It went without saying that he’d walk you home.

It went on like that for a while. Whenever things became too much for either of you or the thoughts in your heads got too loud, you’d find each other and drown out the noise with whiskey, pills, and sex. It was far from romantic—you never stayed long after it was over, it was never soft or sweet, he’d never even kissed you —but it didn’t need to be. There was no place for romance in the world you lived in.

Things changed, though, the day you were jumped and nearly left for dead on the street.

It’d been one of the rare days in which you worked a shift without Joel, the availability of jobs just not lining up to pair the two of you together. You were cutting it close to curfew, the sun steadily setting as you made your way back to your apartment. You were only a couple of blocks away from home when it happened.

You hadn’t noticed you were being followed until it was too late. Large, rough hands grabbed your body and pulled you roughly into an alleyway. You tried to push the guy off, swinging your elbow back into his gut, kicking your feet out to throw him off balance. It was no use, though—he threw you to the ground, hard, as if you’d weighed nothing to him.

You hit the ground with a huff, the shock and pain of it dulling your reflexes enough to allow him to get on top of you before you could pull yourself up and scramble away. You finally saw his face, the light gone from his eyes as he gripped the lapels of your jacket and shook you.

“Give me your ration cards, bitch,” he seethed at you. You didn’t even know this guy and here he was, shaking you down as if you owed him something.

“Fuck you,” you spat in his face. 

He hadn’t taken too kindly to your disrespect, letting go of one side of your jacket to punch you in the face. The feeling of his knuckles connecting with the skin of your cheek and taste of blood on your tongue made you groan. He’d pulled his arm back to throw another punch, but before his fist even had the chance to come into contact with you again, the weight of his body was thrown off of you.

When you’d looked up at the scene unfolding in front of you, the last person you’d expected to see was Joel. There he was, on top of your attacker just like he’d been on top of you, delivering blow after blow to his face. You’d never seen him like that before, lost to the violence, although you’d known he was capable of it. It didn’t scare you like you might’ve thought it would. It was almost comforting, in a way, to know what he’d be willing to do to protect you.

Just when you’d begun to think that Joel wouldn’t stop until the man was dead, he’d grabbed him by the collar and brought him close to his face. “If I ever see you around her again, you’re a dead man. You understand me?”

Weakly, the man had nodded his head, a wet cough bubbling out of his throat. Joel released him roughly as the man spit up blood onto the asphalt below him. He turned to you, the fury leaving his eyes in an instant as he took in your disheveled state.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, rushing over to help you up. You stood with a wince, grateful he was letting you rest most of your weight against him as he held you and guided you out of the alleyway. “Need to get you off the streets before curfew.”

He guided you to your apartment, getting you both inside and locking the door behind you with just a few minutes to spare. You plopped down onto the couch with a groan while Joel grabbed your bottle of whiskey and the only rag you had to clean up your busted lip and the cut on your cheek. It was silent as he worked, save for the initial hiss of pain you’d let out when the alcohol first touched your open wounds. He was gentle with you, gentler than you thought him capable of.

When he finished, he dropped the rag onto the ground and cupped your face in both of his hands. The two of you had stared at each other for a long moment before he’d sighed, leaning forward to place his forehead on yours. Your eyes had fluttered shut as you felt his breath fan out against your face, your hands coming up to take ahold of his wrists.

“I should have been with you,” he whispered roughly. You shook your head at that, opening your eyes to find his screwed tightly shut. He kept talking, “I was outside your door, waitin’ for you to get back, but when you didn’t show up, I knew something was wrong. I should have just fucking been there to walk you home, to keep you safe.” Your hands moved up his arms to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling lightly in the curls of his hair.

“You were, Joel,” you whispered back, his eyes opening to meet yours, seeing the sincerity in them. “You saved me. Protected me. You were there when I needed you.”

He kissed you, then. He pulled you in close to him, softly pressing his lips to yours, mindful of the cut there. Your eyes had closed again, and you couldn’t have stopped the soft whimper you let out at the feeling of his lips against yours even if you had tried. 

Sex with him was different that night. He carried you to your bed and stripped you slowly, taking in the sight of your body underneath him. He hadn’t been rough or hard or fast. It was soft and almost syrupy sweet, the way he held you and made you come apart with his fingers and his cock. His lips never strayed too far from yours, as if the thought of not kissing you while he fucked you was too painful to bear. You hadn’t minded it, though—you’d felt the same way.

When it was over, he cleaned you up and helped you re-dress. After he put his own clothes back on, he crawled back into your bed and pulled you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head as you slowly drifted to sleep with your head against his chest. As you fell asleep, you knew in the back of your mind that things between the two of you would never be the same come morning time.

You became his and he became yours.

Nearly eight months had passed since that night. Now, you’ve abandoned your apartment for someone else to take over, having moved all of your meager belongings into Joel’s place. You spent most of your little free time there anyways, and he felt more at ease knowing that you were coming home to him, instead of by yourself.

It’s a rare day in which neither of you were able to pick up a shift, all of the work slots for the day having been filled before either of you had gotten a chance to sign up for something. Not that either of you mind it, though—sometimes it’s nice to have a day off to spend together.

Joel, apparently, has been planning on making the most of your day off. He wakes you up with his tongue between your thighs and his hands holding your hips down on the ratty mattress. You come quickly, nearly reaching your peak while still half asleep, and the force of your orgasm hitting you fully wakes you up. He places soft kisses to the insides of your trembling thighs, looking up at you with an almost boyish glint in his eyes as you huff out a soft laugh.

“Well, good morning to you, Mr. Miller,” you say with a smile, one of your hands drifting down to cup his cheek. 

He grins at you—a rare sight these days—as he turns his head to place a wet kiss to the inside of your palm. “Mornin’. Nice wake-up call?”

“The best,” you giggle, moving your hand up into his hair and giving it a tug. He groans at the feeling, his eyes going a little glassy. “Now come up here and kiss me.”

You don’t need to tell him twice. He moves up your body, placing soft nips and kisses to your skin over the thin t-shirt you’re wearing. When he reaches your mouth, you kisses you fully and deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue trace your bottom lip. You open up to him eagerly, moaning into him at the feeling of his tongue against yours. 

He kisses you until you can’t breathe, only pulling away when you tug harshly on his hair. A thin string of saliva connects your lips to his, and he watches with rapt attention as your tongue pokes out to wipe it away. When his eyes finally flick back up to reach yours, you hit him with a playfully questioning glare.

“How’d you get my pants off without waking me up, anyways?”

He grins at you again as he grinds his own denim-clad hips down against yours, the rough material catching against your clit just right to pull a soft, needy moan from your lips. Joel bends down to kiss you again, laughing softly when you chase his lips as he pulls away.

“I have my ways, darlin’.” He plucks at your shirt and asks, “Can I take the rest of it off now?”

With a nod, you lift your arms above your head, allowing him to pull the fabric from your body. Once your shirt is off and on the floor, Joel moves to unclasp your bra, but you playfully swat at his hand and shake your head.

“Nuh-uh, you gotta take somethin’ off first. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Joel rolls his eyes at you but complies with your request, deftly unbuttoning his shirt and pushing both his jeans and his underwear off. You can’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him, gloriously naked in front of you. His cock is hard and flushed red, a pearl of pre-come beading at the tip. You sit up on the bed, preparing to lean forward and take him into your mouth, the thought of tasting him practically making you drool. He stops you though, pushing lightly on your shoulder until you’re laying back down, allowing him to crawl over you once more.

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbles, mocking your earlier tone. “Now who’s wearing too many clothes?”

You huff and quickly remove your bra, throwing it to the ground with the rest of your discard clothes. Once you’re finally fully naked, you try to reach out and take him in your hand. He’s faster than you though, taking both of your wrists in one of his and pinning them above your head. 

He bends down to nudge your nose with his, angling your mouth just right for him to kiss you. It’s so sensual, the way he easily slips his tongue into your mouth and takes your breath for his own. You could kiss him for hours. He pulls away and starts to pepper soft kisses across your cheek and down your jaw, until his lips reach your ear.

“I’ll give you what you want later, baby, I promise. I’ll put my cock in your pretty little mouth and let you suck your fill,” he rasps into your ear, the roughness of his whisper and the promise of his words sending a shiver down your spine and whimper out of your mouth. “But that’s not what I want right now. D’ya wanna know what I want?”

He sits up to look at you, his pupils blown wide as he takes in your trembling figure. You let out a soft yes as you nod your head.

“Right now, I wanna feel your pussy come all over my fingers. Then, when you’re nice and wet and fuckin’ gagging for it, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you, real slow, and fuck you until you cry. When you just can’t take anymore, I wanna pull out and come all over your pretty tits. Can I do that to you, darlin’? Will you let me?”

You’re uncomfortably wet, can feel your slick practically leaking out of you and sliding down to wet the sheet underneath you. The arousal his words have stirred up in your belly is nearly unbearable, and you almost headbutt him with the force in which you nod your head.

“Fuck, yes, Joel, you can. You can do it all, whatever you want.”

He chuckles at you and leans down to kiss you again, quick and dirty. “Barely even touched you, and you’ve already gone cockdumb. My needy girl.” His eyes flick up to where he’s still holding your hands above your head. “If I let you go, are you gonna behave?”

“I’ll be good, Joel, promise,” you say quickly. 

He nods once and lets go of your wrists, looking pointedly at you to make sure you keep them there. Once he’s sure you’re not going to try and get ahead of yourself, he lets himself touch you. His rough hands drag down your arms and to your ribcage, his thumbs lightly stroking your skin. He slides his palms up to cup both of your breasts, his thumbs now working over your nipples in light strokes. The moan that you let out would have embarassed you if you weren’t so turned on. You start to squirm as Joel gets a little bit rougher with you, but you obey his silent command to keep your hands where they are.

You almost grab at him when he leans down to take the hardened bud of one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling sloppily around it while he rolls and pinches the other between his fingers. You catch yourself at the last second, though, stopping yourself from winding your fingers into his hair.

Joel lets go of your nipple with a lewd pop and kisses his way back up to your mouth while his hands slides down your body. He takes your bottom lip in between his teeth at the same time he cups your pussy, sliding his middle finger through your wet folds. He chuckles darkly at the way your hips buck against him and how you struggle to keep your hands where he told you.

“Messy girl,” he murmurs against your cheek, pecking you there. “Let’s see if I can make an ever bigger mess a’ya.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as he easily slides two of his fingers inside of you. Your cunt clenches at the feeling of him working you open, his fingers move in slow, even strokes.

“Feels good, don’t it, honey?” Joel teases. “You like the way I fuck you with my fingers?”

You whimper in response, nodding your head weakly. He angles his hand to rub against the spot that nearly knocks the breath from you, his palm grinding against your clit. Your back arches off the bed with a hoarse shout of Joel’s name. He groans against your skin at the way you tighten around his fingers.

“Oh fuck, Joel, please,” you whimper, trying to move your hips in time with his fingers. He uses his free hand to push you back down against the bed, keeping you from moving further. Joel leans down to nuzzle your throat, nipping lightly at the delicate skin there. He looks up at you, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Please what? Use your words for me, honey.”

You can’t help the whine of frustration you let out as you squeeze your eyes shut. It’s hard for you to find words when he’s fucking you so well with his fingers.

Joel slows his fingers nearly to a stop and your eyes pop back open in a panic. His face is stern as you rush to say, “Wait, no, no, no, please, don’t stop, I—”

“Use. Your. Words. What do you need?”

You take a deep breath and nod your head. “Can I touch you? Please? I promise I’ll be good, I just… I wanna feel you.”

Joel smiles at you now, leaning down to place a quick kiss to your lips. “Hands in my hair, honey. Keep ‘em there, understand?”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. As soon as the words have left his lips, you’re tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss you again. It’s filthy, all tongues and teeth. Joel starts to move his fingers inside of you again, gradually picking up the pace until he’s back to his original speed. You moan into his mouth, your brows furrowed in pleasure.

You can feel your orgasm building in your core, the coil winding tighter and tighter as Joel’s fingers work inside of you. Joel pulls away from your lips, letting you guide him to rest forehead against yours. It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open, but you force yourself to, wanting to watch the way he watches you. He looks almost as far gone as you feel.

“I can tell you’re close,” Joel rasps. “Your pussy’s squeezing my fingers. Can’t wait to feel you do that around my cock. You gonna come for me, sweet thing?”

He starts to move his fingers a little faster, rubbing against you a little bit harder. The extra friction tears a sob from your throat. You can’t help the way a few tears well up in your eyes, the pleasure Joel is giving you bordering on overwhelming. Your orgasm is so close, your body tightening against him while your thighs starts to shake from the sensation. You nod your head, a whispering chant of yeses falling from your lips.

“Go on then, baby. Come for me.”

Joel's words send you over the edge, coming hard around his fingers and pulling almost painfully at his hair. Your moans are obscenely loud, and if you had any wits left about you, you’d be embarrassed by your volume. But you don’t and you’re not. The only thing you care about in this moment is the feeling of Joel’s fingers working you through an earth-shattering orgasm, the pleasure flowing all throughout your body. You don’t even notice the tears that have fallen from your eyes until Joel’s kissed them away.

You whimper as Joel slowly pulls his fingers from you once your body has settled back down and your breathing has returned to normal. You release the grip you have on his hair, letting your hands drift down the sides of his neck to curl around his shoulders. He holds his hand up for you to see, his fingers wet with you. You watch, mesmerized, as he spreads his fingers, your slick webbing between them.

"Look at what a pretty mess you made of my hand," he murmurs as his eyes move from his fingers to you. "Better clean it up, yeah?"

Silently, you nod your head and Joel begins to lower his fingers to your mouth. He starts softly, running his fingers along your bottom lip, coating it with you. When your mouth falls open with a pant, he takes the opportunity to push his fingers inside, rubbing along your tongue. Your lips close around his fingers with a whimper, relishing in the groan he lets out as you suck them clean.

He’s panting almost as hard as you are by the time he pulls his fingers from your mouth. You can tell he’s reached the end of his rope, has worked himself up almost too much teasing and playing with you. He takes his cock in his hand, hissing as he strokes himself a few times.

“Gotta fuck you now, honey,” he says roughly as he lines himself up at your entrance. 

“Please, Joel,” you whimper, attempting to lift your hips to pull him into you. “I want it. Please.”

Joel practically growls as he pushes into you, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt. Your nails dig sharply into the skin of his shoulders, your back arching off the bed and a broken moan falling from your lips. Joel is big, and no matter how much he preps you, how wet he makes you, the feeling of his cock pushing inside of you is always overwhelming.

“Fu-uck,” you gasp, your walls clenching around him. His breathing is ragged, and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before he loses control and fucks you within an inch of your life. He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. He meets your eyes, takes in the way you can barely keep them open, how your mouth is open as you try to catch your breath, the way your lips are a little swollen from the kisses and bites he’s given you. When you sluggishly blink back him and give him a blissed-out smile, he’s done for.

He pulls out nearly all the way before snapping his hips forward, hard, the force of it making you yelp and cling to him even further. The pace he sets is brutal, and you feel your body moving up the mattress with every stroke. Joel grunts above you, reaching one hand down to grip your thigh and pull your leg up higher on his torso. It allows him to hit inside of you even deeper, almost impossibly so, the change in angle making you clench around him.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re—” Joel grits out from behind his teeth, cutting himself with a shout when you clench around him again. “Fucking hell, you’re squeezin’ me so damn tight.”

He trails his hand from your thigh and up the side of your body, the feeling of his hand moving against your skin making you break out in goosebumps. His hand grips either side of your jaw, and with what little brain power you have left, you’re captivating by how big hands are. 

Your train of thought is broken, though, by Joel’s face coming closer to yours. You think he’s holding you in place to kiss you, but instead his fingers squeeze, forcing your mouth open.

“Stick your tongue out,” he pants at you. When you don’t comply right away, his order taking a moment longer than it normally would to process in your brain, he squeezes you harder, nearly snarling, “Now.”

You stick your tongue out and when you do, Joel leans down and spits into your mouth. Your eyes go wide at the feeling of it on your tongue, a wrecked moan slipping out. He lets go of your jaw and instead shoves his fingers back into your mouth, his digits moving in time with his hips. You gag a little on his fingers, a few more tears building and falling from the corner of your eyes in quick succession. 

When Joel pulls them out, a trail of your spit connects his fingers to your lips. He grumbles a rough “fuck,” before moving his hand down to where your bodies are connected. His spit-slick fingers begin to rub fast circles against your aching clit, the shock of it making you shout and tighten around him.

“Jesus fucking christ, Joel,” you cry out. “Fuck, don’t stop, please, I’m so close.”

“Not gonna stop. Need to feel you come around my cock. Come on, baby. Let me have it.”

“Yes, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you moan with a nod. Your orgasm had been building steadily, each of Joel’s rough thrusts dragging perfectly against your walls to send you higher and higher. With his slick fingers now on your clit, you felt you could snap at any moment.

Joel must’ve felt it before you did, yours walls tightening like a vice around him, making his hips stutter and pulling a low groan from his chest. Your whole body tenses up beneath him, the air knocked from your lungs, before everything releases. The waves of pleasure rolling through your body are intense and overwhelming, a wailing moan falling from your lips. You’re practically sobbing beneath him, unable to hear him talk you through it over the pounding in your ears.

He works you through it as best as he can, only managing to stay inside of you for a few more thrusts before the feeling of your fluttering cunt becomes too much for him. He pulls out of you abruptly and takes himself in his hand, working his cock as he lets your legs fall back down to the bed and quickly shuffles up your body to straddle your torso.

“Look’it you, all pretty and fucked out for me,” Joel grunts, his fist working his cock faster and faster. “You always take me so well. Let me use you how I want. God, you’re fucking—” His hips stutter and he moves to grip the base of his cock as he lets go, coming over your tits. You moan as the feeling of his warm spend hits your chest. A flicker of arousal lights in your core at the sight of him marking you.

“Perfect,” he finishes with a groan, stroking himself a few final times. When he’s milked his cock dry, he turns and flops down next to you on the bed, gathering you into his arms and pulling you against him. He doesn’t care that his come hasn’t even finished drying against your skin, that it’s getting all over him. All he wants right now—knows all you need right now—is for him to hold you in his arms. He leans down to press a few soft kisses to the crown of your head.

The two of you are silent for a while, taking the time to bask in the after glow and let your hearts and breathing return to normal. You snuggle down further into Joel’s chest, feeling your eyes growing heavy with fatigue. You blink slowly a few times, letting them fall shut.

“You fallin’ asleep on me, honey?” Joel asks you, the soft rumble of his voice lulling you even further.

You hum wordlessly, too exhuasted to try and formulate a response. His soft chuckle jostles you a little, but he settles quickly, pecking your head once again.

“Get some rest while you can, baby. ‘Cause it’s still early, and I ain’t done with you yet.”

It’s going to be a long day off for you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction

[animalshowdown]

Welcome one and all to the ✨Animal Showdown✨

This blog is singlehandedly inspired by the amazing work happening at @battle-of-the-taxons!! Go give that crazy competition some love!!

Now, those of you who have been closely following the Battle of the Taxons will know that the mighty Kingdom Animalia was narrowly defeated in the final Kingdom round. WELL! Through this blog, the animals have been given the spotlight!

As your dedicated host and taxonomy enthusiast @rosybetta, I would like to invite you to vote for your favorite animal! This bracket will be run very similarly to the Battle of the Taxons: We will start with voting for a Phylum, then Class, Order, Family, Genus, and finally Species. Buckle up, 'cause it's going to be a long journey!

For updates, you can check back on this post, which will be regularly edited as the bracket progresses.

Let the games begin!

Showdown Status: Phylum Round 1 is over! Preparing material for Round 1.5, stay tuned!

Directory (Relevant Posts and Tags):

Complete Phylum bracket list

All Phylum posts/propaganda

Phylum Round 1 polls

Some disclaimers for the Phylum rounds below the Keep Reading!

Animals come in all shapes and lifestyles, and that includes many, many, many parasitic species. I'll do my best to use images that are as family friendly as possible, but if you are sensitive to pictures of parasites, please use discretion. I'll do my best to just use microscope images of the animal itself when possible, and I will never show pictures of blood, gore, or other visible bodily harm.

I will be tagging posts with "cw insects", "cw spiders", and "cw parasites" as relevant. All phyla will also be tagged with their names, for example "platyhelminthes". Please send an ask/message if there is any other content you would like me to tag!

Lastly, please remember that I am just one person! I am a full-time marine sciences PhD student who struggles with mental health issues! This bracket may experience delays, but it's a project I'm really passionate about - please be patient with me!

#bracket tournament #tumblr bracket #animal bracket #poll bracket

[kazoologist]

Every Current Formula 1 Driver But I Decided They Were All Bugs

No Thoughts, Head Empty, Only Insects I Enjoyed From My Single Entomology Class Several Years Ago. Sorry to folks from outside the states. Most of these are like. my local critters.

Max Verstappen - Appalachian Jewelwing, Calopteryx angustipennis I have no reasoning behind this one. He just gives me the vibes of a damselfly kinda man.

Sergio Pérez - Synoeca Cyanea, a species of warrior wasp, or just the Synoeca genus again, literally no justification besides he's on the dark blue team and I just really like these wasps. Please read the Synoeca wikipedia page. they are SO cool.

Lewis Hamilton - Violet Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa violacea fashionable! cool lookin bee!

George Russell - Blue Hawker, Aeshna cyanea

Charles Leclerc - Cattle Killer/Cow Killer, Dasymutilla occidentalis (letting my south midwestern hick jump OUT here. most folks call em velvet ants)

Carlos Sainz - Red Admiral, Vanessa atalanta

Lando Norris - Walker's Cicada, Megatibicen pronotalis this is NOT meant to be a drag I actually love these freakishly loud animals but he just gives bright green cicada energy.

Oscar Piastri - Green Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa aerata cop out? yeah. good bee and something that feels correct? yes.

Fernando Alonso - Mourning Cloak, Nymphalis antiopa i love these fuckin bugs. absolute freaks of nature. they live for like a full year and they're always wandering around and getting up to something. plus they're very distinguished.

Lance Stroll - Common Buckeye, Junonia coenia I'm not even gonna elaborate on this one.

Valtteri Bottas - Eastern Cicada Hawk, Sphecius speciosus I just think they're neat!

Zhou Guanyu - Ebony Jewelwing, Calopteryx maculata blatant favoritism here. The ebony jewelwing is perhaps my all time favorite bug from home :) (its also v stylish)

Esteban Ocon - Chinese Mantis, Tenodera sinensis a noble creature that frequently scares the life out of me when i find one outside my window. Why the fuck are you so long. I appreciate u anyway.

Pierre Gasly - European Field Cricket, Gryllus campestris he just *feels* a bit crickety. Idk what to tell u man.

Kevin Magnussen - Halloween Beetle (or in America, the Japanese Lady Bug), Harmonia axyridis the most determined little bastard in the animal kingdom. They WILL get into your apartment through that microscopic sliver in the window.

Nico Hulkenberg - Green June Beetle, Cotinis nitida idk dude he just serves local scarab

Daniel Ricciardo - Black-And-Yellow Mud Dauber, Sceliphron caementarium im sure you are all noticing how much i love wasps by now. i was SO brave not making this a wasp only post. if ur american and a hick (hey girl(gn) hey) you'll know these guys From Constantly Being In Your Car's Inner Workings

Yuki Tsunoda - Bullet Ant, Paraponera clavata tiny but mighty!!!!! (short king solidarity)

Alex Albon - Great Black Wasp, Sphex pensylvanicus yet more blatant favoritism for my faves. Yes this post is so i can assign the williams boys and zg my fave types of local bugs. Anyway. this is one of the best wasps in the world. if u see her irl please stop for a moment to appreciate her. she's usually a docile species but she is very big and i love her. (good hunter too)

Logan Sargeant - Blue Dasher, Pachydiplax longipennis the ultimate late spring and all of summer insect of america. voted america's sweetheart of every local body of water eight millionth year in a row!!!! one of the best dragonflies in the country and i am serious!!! if u live in north america this summer, find a LAKE, a POND, A RIVER, perhaps even a CREEK!!!!!! A POOL WILL EVEN GET YOU! you'll find these folks. at current you might catch mating flight season!!! anyway. these are crazy good hunters and they're a beautiful little baby blue shade. anyway. logan and the rest of williams should go huntin for these when he gets back to florida. think it would fix em.

#zoomies posting #kazoo noises #babys first f1 season #sports posting #i said id do it and i was very serious #also sorry for the funky ordering i did this like in order that i thought of them and then had to match the teammates to whoever i did firs #this is why williams are the last ones here. i could NOT decide which wasp alex was gonna be

[thevaultoftheatomicspaceage]

Adventure Thru Inner Space Mighty Microscope, 1974

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 8)

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Content Warning: Threats of vore (no actual vore)

------ Chapter 8: Stowaway ------

While Leon, Martin, and Chester received the tribute, Joey wandered off to be alone with some privacy, or at least as alone as he could be when his tall figure was visible for miles. He went back to the more rural section of the human territory near the forest and rested his backside in a fallow dirt field, where he wouldn’t destroy any crops or livestock. He relaxed his elbows on his knees and his chin on his forearms and stared off into the distance with glazed eyes. 

He tried to follow the advice of his mentor, whom he respected as a wiser man, but he was struggling. He didn’t want to cause any harm to the tiny folk. He hated to be here as an oppressor. He liked the little people, and he wanted them to like him too, but he knew that could never happen if they only saw him as a tool of the king to enact his barbaric will. The fact that he was lumped in with monsters like Chester who delighted in devouring people disgusted him. He wanted to hide away in shame at the mere thought. 

He held still, enjoying the warm kiss of the sun and the cool breeze on his back. A few sparrows flew by and perched on his knuckle, not recognizing him as a living creature with his immense size. He watched the microscopic specks of fluffy feathers dance over his hand, chirping and fluttering before they soared away. He sighed. The sights were novel and lovely, but he felt very out of place. 

His back started to ache, so he laid down, carefully unfolding his legs so he wouldn’t collapse any trees, and stared up at the clouds with his hands clasped over his torso. He was tired, since his troubled thoughts had caused him to lose sleep as of late, so he began to drift off. The sound of small voices near his shoulder brought him back to consciousness. He could hear two children, a boy and girl, chattering to each other excitedly. He was tempted to shift his head to look at them, but he didn’t want to scare them, so he stayed motionless, waiting to see what they would do. 

He felt a tickle on his arm as little hands gripped his sleeve and began to climb up his body. He was heartened to discover they weren’t frightened of him, but he remained still. He made an effort to keep his breathing slow and steady as the small beings explored the vast landscape of his mighty chest. Nevertheless, his heart still beat faster than he intended. One of the children tripped, falling on his sternum, her weight less than that of a baby mouse. She climbed back to her feet with a giggle, jumping on the plush surface with joy. Joey failed to repress a mirthful smile. 

The little boy was just as rambunctious, and started to climb up Joey’s neck and chin, pinching his pliant skin in his hands. Joey tried not to swallow or cough, even when the boy stepped directly on his Adam’s apple. The human child successfully scaled his chin and started to tour his face. He was smart enough to avoid Joey’s mouth, but he tripped while hiking over his cheekbone and landed on the lens of his glasses. The boy stiffened as he found himself staring at a huge, inquisitive, chocolate brown eye. Joey blinked and the boy flinched. 

“The giant’s awake!” he yelped, leaping back instinctively with alarm. His feet couldn’t find purchase on the curved, squishy surface of Joey’s cheek, and he toppled off the side of the giant face. Joey reacted quickly, his arms rocketing up to catch the boy. The little girl, still on his chest, gasped as the huge pillars of flesh soared over her head and the muscles flexed underneath her. 

Joey cradled the boy in his hands, relieved he caught him in time. “Are you alright, little one?” he asked, keeping his voice soft. He had never seen a human child up close before, and he marveled at how small he was, even when compared with adult humans. The kid was half the length of his finger, if that. The boy twisted around in his hands, staring in wonder at the enormous fingers towering over his head and the soft cushions of skin beneath him. 

“You helped me,” he uttered in disbelief.  

“Of course,” Joey replied, smiled gently. From the giant’s chest, the young girl screeched an incoherent vocalization and started to cry. 

“Oh, you should probably comfort your friend,” he remarked. He lowered his hand to his chest, so the boy could rejoin the girl.  

“Don’t worry, sis, I’m okay,” the boy chirped happily. Joey expected him to dismount to his chest, but instead the boy waved his arms for his sister to join him. “Come here!” She stared at her brother with wide, watery eyes, still sniffling. “Don’t be scared! He’s a gentle giant, see?” He patted Joey’s palm with his own. 

The girl seemed uncertain, but she trusted her brother. She looked up at Joey’s face, mostly his chin from the extreme angle, and cautiously climbed up into his gargantuan hand. Joey sat up to get more comfortable, moving slowly so as not to frighten the small children. He cupped his hands together and admired the tiny creatures ensconced in his palms. They were adorable. They stared up at him, transfixed by his unfathomable immensity. 

“Hi there. I’m Joey,” the giant introduced himself, with a friendly smile.  

Before the children could answer, a feminine voice screamed from far below. Joey looked down to see a woman flitting about in a panic next to his leg. “Unhand them, you foul beast!” she shrieked. She grabbed a stick and whacked Joey in the thigh with desperation. When he didn’t react, she resorted to jabbing him with it instead. “Don’t you dare harm my precious children!” 

“I had no such intentions, ma'am,” Joey assured her. He placed his hands palm-up on the ground, allowing the children to go back to their mother. She dropped the branch, clambered up his fingers, grabbed her kids in her arms, and ran, not looking back in her haste. Joey watched her go sadly. He supposed he could understand her reaction, for she didn’t know he was a gentle giant. Even so, it made him melancholic to be treated like some savage man-eating monster that would hurt defenseless children. He sighed and stretched his arms, then polished the mini handprints off his glasses with his tunic. 

In the meantime, Leon, Martin, and Chester finished collecting the tribute and were heading back. Chester was marvelously satisfied, despite the ache in his throat from being strangled. He kept licking his lips and sighing with pleasure, his mind off in dreamland as he fantasized about swallowing humans whole. He wanted that last human, Jackie, inside his belly more than anything. Leon held the cage defensively out of his range, so he wouldn’t drool all over it.  

Leon morosely withdrew into himself, seeking to block out his surroundings, and by extension his complicity in the whole affair. He couldn’t bear to look at the people in the cage between his hands, or at the humans giving him horrified stares at his feet, but he couldn’t avoid meeting their gazes either as he watched his step through the tiny streets. He didn’t want to cause more damage than he already had. 

Martin was flustered. He kept sneaking glances down at the cage, at the little blonde lady who was likewise enamored with him. He wanted to talk to her and ask her name, but he couldn’t possibly do anything of the sort considering the awful circumstances. He warned himself not to get attached. He knew what abysmal abuses she would be forced to endure, and his heart couldn’t bear it. He always tried to distance himself from the humans, so he wouldn’t be sensitive to their pain, but he felt personally responsible for this particular woman. He tried to convince himself that her fate was out of his hands as his heart settled into his entrails with guilt and despair. 

While the giants were preoccupied with their respective thoughts, none of them noticed a tiny man hiding in the streets, peering out from behind a building. Cesar was still insulted and dejected over being refused. He had more right to go than that other pitiful excuse of a man who didn’t even want the exalted privilege of meeting the giantess princess. As a huge shoe stomped next to him, he leapt into action. He raced forward, and with a mighty jump and a swing of his arms, snagged onto the giant’s boot. He clambered up the side and concealed himself under the cuff of the trousers. 

Leon didn’t notice the inconsequential weight of his new human passenger as he walked. Cesar’s heart pounded and his stomach heaved with the long, rapid strides of the giant. The speed and power were dizzying, and he struggled to hold on until he could properly situate himself on the top edge of the boot. Once he was secure, he was able to catch his breath, even as nausea rose in his throat. He forced it down and clung on for dear life.  

Martin, Leon, and Chester didn’t have too much trouble finding Joey in the rural countryside, considering he dwarfed every landmark even while sitting. Joey was already despondent from being a source of terror for the human mother he encountered, but his mood soured further when he saw the cage in Leon’s hands full of humans. He wordlessly got to his feet, dusted off his clothes, and followed the others. He avoided looking at the people inside the cage. He failed to notice Eren, the tiny archer that shot his leg with arrows, but she recognized him. She gritted her teeth, feeling a burst of consternation despite her vindictive spirit. She feared that the giant might retaliate when he saw her. She felt vulnerable, stripped of her poisons and weapons. It was a major setback, but she hoped to still find a way to assassinate the giant king. She was determined. 

Martin, to distract himself from Candy, attempted to make conversation with Joey. However, Joey was in no mood to talk, and limited himself to muttering short responses and shrugging his shoulders. Leon didn’t want to engage in idle chatter either. Martin looked around, observing that Chester had wandered off. 

“Where’s Chester?” he vocalized. The trio stopped, swiveling their heads. 

“Over there,” Leon pointed out. Chester was crouched over a tiny farmhouse, in a field of beans he’d trampled without a second thought. He’d poked his fingers through the front entrance of the house, punching through the door as he teased the little family inside. His eyes lit up with glee as his hand closed around a squirming prize. He tried to pull out, but his enclosed fist was too large to fit through the doorframe. He adjusted his prey so that she was pinched between two fingers and wrenched her from her home. 

A shrill cry pierced the air as he dangled her high in the sky, slopping his tongue avariciously over his lips and teeth. “Oh, boy!” he exclaimed, sending a shudder through the small lady. He sniffed the air and grinned, his pearly teeth gleaming with saliva. “You smell delicious!” His belly clamored for food with an insistent gurgle. 

“D-d-don’t eat me!” the woman stammered. She was shaking like a leaf in a storm. She tried to say more, to beg for her life, but she tripped over her tongue with a stuttering whine instead.  

Joey rushed over as quickly as he could without destroying the land underfoot. “Chester!” he yelled. “Put her down!” 

Chester glanced over at him. No malice was in his eyes, just an irrepressible hunger. “Why? She’s just a little thing. Nobody will miss her.” 

“No, please, I have a family… I have children…” the woman whimpered, tearing up as she looked at her house far below.  

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take care of them; I’ll gobble them up too,” Chester proclaimed, as if this statement was somehow supposed to reassure her. His words had the opposite effect, though, as she thrashed in his hand with renewed vigor. 

“No!” she cried. Chester ignored her, lowering her down into his gaping mouth, tongue extended. Joey reacted with lightning speed, hooking Chester’s arm and prying his hand back from his mouth. 

“Not on my watch,” he growled. With skillful precision, he drew a dagger from his belt and pressed the blade firmly against Chester’s neck. 

“Joey, there’s no need for that,” Chester said, uncertainty in his gaze as he locked eyes with the other giant. Even so, he didn’t release the human from his grasp. Despite Joey’s ferocious intensity, he didn’t believe that the squire would really slit his throat, especially over what he considered a trivial matter. 

“Gentleman, stand down!” Sir Maneater shouted. “Joey, put that blade away! We can’t shed blood here!” Joey wavered, unsure how to proceed, before begrudgingly lowering his weapon in acquiescence to his mentor. He knew the noble knight was on his side. 

“Chester, you know the humans are the property of the king,” Leon warned. “If you eat one, I’ll have to report it to King Richard. He won’t be pleased.” Chester sighed and pouted, gazing at the human with longing before setting her back down. She sprinted into the nearest structure, the house, to hide, even with the knowledge that it wouldn’t protect her. Joey sheathed his blade. 

“Sorry,” Chester apologized sheepishly. “I’m just so hungry, and they smell so good, and I only ever get to taste them. I rarely get to eat them, except for when the king wants to dispose of his leftovers.” He sighed, as if this struggle was some great burden. “I’ll control myself better.” 

Joey was fuming, opening and closing his fists. “How can you say things like that with such callous nonchalance? They’re people, for crying out loud!” 

Chester stared at him blankly. “I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders, unconvinced. “Anyways, let’s move along.” 

Chapter 9

#giant #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #tiny #giant tiny #size difference #g/t fluff #g/t story #g/t fearplay #giant men #gentle giant #gianttiny #gt fluff #gt writing #gt story #gt fearplay

[verashalurks]

I know this is like dying but I’ve waited so long to post this cuz I wanted to get as much as I can but since I haven’t seen another alternate m*leven ship name in forever, I’ve decided to post all the alternate m*leven ship names I’ve seen.

milkvan

macarena

mumble

miley cyrus

melvin 

milkshake

mitochondria 

Keke waka 

milkdud

Misaligned Fallopian Tubes

machine gun

milkcurd

mildew

milkman

moonshine

menstruation

midleven 

Macroeconomice

microwave

Macadamia nut

monkeyvenom

masturbation

mythology

Minotaur

malware

malnutrition

Minecraft mobs

moon landing conspiracy

margerine

murmers

milkyway 

mcchicken

monsoon

melted marshmallows

mango

maroon 5

Of Mice and Men

Madagascar

Marty McFly

melville

Milk of Magnesia 

Milkwaukee

Milkchocchip

M-1 Rifles

Meerkats

Mlvn

M&Ms

McDonalds

McVans

Milehighclubs

Mitskivans

Mychemicalromance

Monsterhighs

Millennials

Malnourished Skin

Mona Lisa

Mushroom Raviolis

MK-16

Mascara

Monoclonal Antibodies

Mamma mia

Mealworm

messenger

mentoses

milkweed

microbe

mimetite 

morsels

mozzarella sticks

milkchicken

minestrone

macaroni

Methamphetamine

Markiplier

milkbag 

machine gun kelly

zoo wee mamas

Milevensies

molotov

mismatches

mandalorian

mildred

magdalena bay

milulu

Milkmaids

minimum wages

mailman

malt vinegars

moshimonsters

mids

mocha monsters

Marley and Me

Mitosis

three musketeers

milkshit

Miranda Sings

motorola

mobility exercises

Malnourished Foreskin

miscellaneous

McNuggets

microfungus

minnie mouse

millipede

milkmonsters

monkey ooh ooh ah ah

martians

milquetoast

Manicure

milkbone 

Meryl Streep

macadamias

Maple Syrup

mildew

multivitamins

mascarpone

mikeisdefinitelyisdefinitelyahetrosexual

magnesium

magician

mickey mouse clubhouse

Macaulay Culkin

Molotov Cocktail

meatball choppers

milky cereal cup

monkey see monkey do’s

meth lab

millyrocks

Milklovers

midvans

mac and cheese

mindflayer

Marvin martians

malteesers

minivan

MilkTit

milk and cookies

milklords

Tickle Me Elmos

minnions

mad mothers

mariposa

Milkbag

mitskivan 

Mucinex

mixed signals

Milkytitty

mighty morphin power rangers

🥛🚚

Milkvillains

Mosquito bites

Mug cakes

Moldy milks

micropenis

maggots

Machupichu

mephistopheles

malted milk

musculoskeletal

Mcdonald's happy meals

moose mooses

macaroni n cheese

maternity leave

moustache mountain

mocha cake a la goldilocks

Mcstuffins

Mcmuffin

Nickleback

MonkeyBall

mistletoes

moo moo

microphone

master of puppets

middleman

Monster of Men

Melted Cream Cheese

milkythooth's

meltdowns

mosh pits

Mikinam 

Megatron Titty

MontyPhyton

malaria

michigans

malibubarbie

Mockingbird

Machine Gunner

Milkbone

Milftits

Mcflurry

mangos

metric system

milkydudes

milk cartons

milklevel

Milan champions league

mcladdles

mustard

malfunctioning minotaurs

moaning myrtle

meep city

mount vesuvius

millyrocker

mango salsa 

milkspill

Mitochondrial Disease

m'leven

michigan

Machine Gunner

Maybelline

Mascot

Moldy Mozzarellas

malt powder

machine gun kelly

Manila papers

Merlin’s Beard

mackerel

Moldymilk

mariachi

mein kampf

melevenene

Miku

mediocre meat loaf

Mambo Jambos

Microscope 

my little pony

Menstrual cup

Mothman 

Megamind

Msg

Marvins 

Mesopotamias

Meralco

misanthropic villains

Mishawaka

Moldy bread

Marsupials

Marvin

Melon rinds

Moondance

Moldy macaroni

Magical miscarriages

Mauled maggots

Machine gunners

Moscova

Mondays

Momento Morí

mitochondrion

Megatron

Misused toilet

meeting micky mouse

melatonin deficiency

Minions

Milkovitch

Manly-man

McLovin It

Mexico

milkytruck

molars

Married Salamanders

mister mustard

Mario Kart

Mouse rat

marshal mathers

militia

milebin

Mewtoo

Margaritas

Mick Jagger

Elr 

Milkwaffers

Milkweven

Mud Stain

Mileperson

milerescent

Milanese

Manatee Turd

Magistrate

Mario run

Mint-chip icecream

Milkwaffers

Microsoft

miléveune

Mesothelioma

Moomoos

matchstick

malteser

morallysus

Macronutrient 

Miel

Milanese

milkies

Microsoft11

mineral water

multiplier

Mario Kart Wii

mild salsa

Minnesota

motorcycle

Minecart

Maltodextrin

muffin mans

Midlife crisis

Mortadella

Matcha

Microdickvan

Mac & cheese

Middle aged vans

Super Mario 64

Metamorphosis

Malcom in the middle

Magic Mike

711

Marijuana

mozzarella

Microbial virus

MySpace

Materasso Eminflex

microsoft software protection platform

Micheal Jackson

Mistyped

Miscarriage

Magnetic dipole

Marble Countertop

Michelin star

Milkkawaii

Mathematics

Microgodzilla

Milkchunk

milktruck

malooban

Masachussets Institute of Technology

Mango Juice

Mary had a little lamb

Menthols

Mark of Athenas

mendocino

#byler #vera says shit

[mara-tevith-solo]

Sing a Little Song For Me

Part 12 of the drabble set, it’s more of a filler chapter this time

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of an animal carcass, reunion, mentions of past pain, mentions of past death, humans being dicks

Pairing: Eventual Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi/Avatar f!reader/oc still not describing her past hairstyles

Words: 1.3k+

Rated: 18+ though this is probably one of the most tame chapters

Taglist:  @seashelldom @perseny @tinyfairies @kimqueenofhell @blueberry-thrawn @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed​

When he finally leveled out, flying at a comfortable pace, I began brainstorming a name for him, something that would be quick and easy to say. He searched my mind for something that he found suitable, grumbling every time I suggested something like 'po'ino', 'ola', and 'make'. He was looking for something specific, something awe inspiring, not something that translated into things like 'doom' and 'life'. He began looking through human mythology, stopping when he came to the popular depictions of the god Thor as he controlled a mighty storm. His curiosity piqued when he asked me who it was, why he was controlling the storm. I couldn't help but smile as I explained the Norse god to him, how he was the god of thunder and strength, something that he seemed to find appealing. I asked if he was interested in other gods' names, ones associated with war and storms and strength but he shut them all down, wanting 'Thor' to be his moniker. "Thor it is than." I conceded as I scratched an itch that suddenly appeared on his shoulder without really thinking about it. I warned him about Spider as we continued, explaining that the boy was my son and one of the few humans off limits to the Toruk. He tilted his head to glare back at me, but didn't argue, only asked me to explain why for the scientists.

He listened patiently as I supplied every single crumb of information he asked for with detailed memories, going into side-tangents when he asked for details. The flight home felt like a matter of minutes, the entrance to the cave coming into sight as he tilted up to it. People were crying out in fear at the sight of him, something that he reveled in as he forced the Ikran to make room for him on the ledge with his powerful wings "Calm!" Jake shouted, holding up his hands to the people. Thor paid attention to everything as he settled, eyes scanning the watchful crowd, picking familiar faces out as Jake slowly approached "You're a bit late." He joked, hands where Thor could see them as he stopped a respectful distance away.

"Couldn't let a titanothere carcass go to waste." I shrugged before carefully slipping off, keeping our kuru connected as the kids appeared near Jake, all of them watching the Toruk in awe, though Tuk looked uncertain. Thor didn't miss my rush of affection at the sight of them, rumbling an invitation of friendliness to sooth Tuk as she clung to her mother's leg.

"Mom!" Spider called with a laugh as he pushed through the crowd, his smile beaming with relief, though his feet stayed locked beside Lo'ak.

I asked Thor if it was ok for Spider to approach, something he asked if I was stupid for, before assuring me that it was more than alright. I was on my knees before he finished the thought, Spider speed walking into my arms as his locked around my shoulders "Spider, this is Thor, Thor, this is my son." I introduced them when Spider finally pulled away. If I felt small next to the Toruk, Spider looked positively microscopic, just over half the length of his head. Thor pressed his snout to Spider's shoulder, being extremely careful to be gentle before pulling away. Everyone went back to their business after seeing him be accepting, knowing that they had nothing to fear from him. Spider smiled to me once more before bounding back to Lo'ak and Kiri, the three of them leaving to cause some sort of trouble. Thor rumbled at my fondness, tilting his head at the emotion but saying nothing about it. "Is it ok if I take some measurements? A saddle would be mutually beneficial." I asked as I stood, dusting off my knees as I watched his expression. He grumbled but agreed, letting me take a length of rope and use it to measure his shoulders, neck, and back. "Alright," I hummed as I collected the cut pieces "I'll leave you be now." I pulled my kuru from his gently and stepped back, letting him fan out his wings before finding a more comfortable place to roost than the ledge.

"He seems... nice." Jake joked with an unsure laugh as he stepped up beside me as I walked to my home.

"He's not as bad as he likes to seem." I smiled up at him though my mind was already planning out the saddle. "We share a common enemy and a common goal."

"The humans took his eye, didn't they?" He asked as we both entered my home, he staying towards the entrance as I began looking through my leather for enough to make the saddle.

I nodded as I pulled the acceptable hides out "He was barely old enough to fly when several Samsons full of Marines found him and his mother, shooting her wings until she plummeted hundreds of feet to her death. They were laughing Jake, laughing!" I fixed my gaze on his as Thor's memory of anger and pain filled my being.

He sighed and knelt in front of me, remorse in his eyes as he studied me "We'll make sure they can't hurt anyone else, ever again." I nodded firmly, letting his anger go with a steadying breath. "Have some of the artisans help you, this is gonna take forever otherwise." He teased before standing and returning to his duties. I stuck my tongue out at his back, earning a middle finger over his shoulder as we both laughed before he disappeared.

I did as he suggested, taking my pieces of leather to the artisans' work area, a slight pep in my step "Ah, Ahni Rillee! What do you need?" The Master Artisan asked as she left the bead she was carving, her steps like graceful dances as she closed the distance.

"I see you, Hiinat." I bowed my head slightly as I made the gesture with my free hand "I was hoping for some help making a saddle for the Toruk." She was almost intimidating in her visage, well over nine feet tall with beauty and grace oozing from her pores. She preferred to wear her hair loose with only a few bead laden braids, her clothing was always delicately woven dress-like garments that were always extremely colorful, her golden eyes with a ring of captivating blue around the iris. She radiated confidence and kindness like sunlight.

"I'd be happy to help," She hummed with an open smile "Do you have the measurements?"

"Of course." I nodded, holding out the lengths of rope, trying not to blush on reflex as her hand brushed mine.

She surveyed the rope piece by piece, her gaze calculating every single one as she hummed "This will take much material, but it can be done. Do you have a desired design? A story you might like woven into the leather?"

"I defer to your superior judgement and skill, Eywa knows I can't stamp leather to save my my life." I joked, pulling a soft smile from her as she nodded.

"Alright. Let's begin." It took us nearly three days to complete the saddle, cutting pieces attractively and sewing them together so that they wouldn't chafe Thor and I, or Spider if and when he flew with me. Most of the third day was spent stamping the leather and making sure that everything fit right, not fully tying parts closed until we were all sure that it was perfect. The end result was a saddle that had space for up to three riders and a thin bowed handle for Spider's hands in front, with hardened leather pieces between the throat and the chest for as much protection as possible. It wasn't fully bulletproof, but it did certainly slow bullets more than his hide did.  

#toruk #toruk makto #past trauma #shared pain #shared memories #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #Miles Quaritch x oc #na'vi reader #jake sully #na'vi oc #enemies to lovers #soulmates

[eretzyisrael]

by Eunice G. Pollack and Stephen H. Norwood

Many Arabs stressed that even before "Zionist ... pretensions" threatened the "happy relationship" between Muslims and Jews, it had been disrupted by the imposition of European colonial rule.[13] They informed their Western audiences that Jews had "enjoyed all the privileges and rights of citizenship" before colonialism introduced an "artificial separation" between Muslim and Jew. A Moroccan political leader insisted that for this reason the Jews had "welcomed" the overthrow of colonial rule and the return of "Arabization" and the establishment of the independent Muslim nation.[14]

Contrary to the Arabs' contentions, however, it was the colonial powers that had extended citizenship (e.g., Algeria in 1870), equality or near-equality (e.g., the French Protectorate in Morocco, 1912–1956) to the Jews, liberating them at last from their status as subjugated, humiliated dhimmis, and ending the oppressive jizya, the tribute always exacted by the Muslims. Thus Jews had strongly endorsed the colonial presence, generally embracing modern European education and culture.[15] It was under British occupation (1882–1922) that Jews in Egypt felt safest. Notably, under Islamic rule, it was only the Ottoman Empire that, in an effort to secure European support—and modern weapons—issued an Imperial Edict (1856) that, in theory, extended equal rights to all its subjects. In practice, however, Ottoman governors (pashas) confined themselves to collecting taxes, while local rulers and the populace—for example, the Mamluks in Egypt—continued to persecute, pillage, and impose additional "heavy levies" on the Jews. Thus most Jews not only supported European colonial rule, but feared the independence movements, with the threat of return to their earlier subordinate "social, political and economic" positions.[16]

Islamic Myths about Jews' Inherent Traits

Arab commentators readily dismissed over two centuries of travelers' accounts and investigative reports that belied their claims about the conditions and contentment of Jews under Islamic rule. They simply turned to another hoary myth in order to protect their current fable. The Arabs discarded all the testimony that contradicted their narrative, explaining that it had been derived largely from Jews, whom the Qur'an characterized as congenitally deceitful, never to be trusted.[17]

At times, political and religious leaders conceded that the Jews in Muslim lands had been relentlessly subjugated, relying on another large cache of myths, drawn or extrapolated from the Qur'an, to sanctify their abasement of those they now identified as "the dogs of humanity." Indeed, from the earliest years of Islam, Muslims had understood that "their deadliest enemies were the Jews."[19] They were the only people cursed in the Qur'an, whom Allah had promised "degradation in this world and a mighty chastisement in the next world." Muslim theologians recognized that the Jews were "like germs of a malignant disease where one germ is sufficient to eliminate an entire nation." But, they taught, "the Holy Qur'an ... constitutes the microscope through which we can see the pests and poisons that reside in their minds and hearts." Thanks to Qur'anic lessons on how to subdue the Jews, the Muslims were "the only people on earth to tolerate them" in their midst.[20]

Citing the Qur'an, prominent Muslim educators portrayed the Jews as driven throughout their history to bring "blind sedition ... and intrigue in any land or community where they happened to live." Some suggested that this was likely "why the Israelites ... were so detested by all surrounding tribes."[21] Others explained that "the Jews themselves have not changed" because, "according to ... their false Torah," they "are required to stir war with their neighbors once they have the opportunity to do so." Some added that the Jews often preferred to deploy "conspiracies, plots, intrigues [and] sedition" because they were inherently "cowards and could not openly face their enemy."[22]

Not acknowledging a contradiction, many spokesmen insisted that "the Jews have always been criminal aggressors." Jews claim that they are victims, "subjected [throughout] their long history" to "oppression and persecution" "for no other reason than their being followers of Moses." In truth, "the hatred felt by various peoples ... for Jews was not due to their belief, but their ... unchangeable behavior, always based on exploitation, ingratitude and evil-doing in return for kindness." That is, the "criminal aggressors" only deceptively identify as innocent victims.[23] Educators taught that the Jews are "avaricious, ruthless, cruel, hypocritical and revengeful. These traits govern their lives." They point out that the Qur'an warned that, if permitted, the Jews would "become great tyrants." They conclude: "No good is expected of them unless they live under the aegis of Islam as loyal and obedient subjects." Then the Muslims "will treat them ... tolerantly." "Islamic tolerance is," after all, in complete contrast to "Jewish intolerance and cruelty."[24]

#uncle tom #happy dhimmi #islamic golden age #jews #dhimmis #arabs #zionism

[technician-the]

These germs of disease have taken toll of humanity since the beginning of things--taken toll of our prehuman ancestors since life began here. But by virtue of this natural selection of our kind we have developed resisting power; to no germs do we succumb without a struggle, and to many--those that cause putrefaction in dead matter, for instance--our living frames are altogether immune. But there are no bacteria in Mars, and directly these invaders arrived, directly they drank and fed, our microscopic allies began to work their overthrow. Already when I watched them they were irrevocably doomed, dying and rotting even as they went to and fro. It was inevitable. By the toll of a billion deaths man has bought his birthright of the earth, and it is his against all comers; it would still be his were the Martians ten times as mighty as they are.

frame from my recent video, with the corresponding passage from War of the worlds; see the whole thing below;

#blender3d #retro scifi #3d art #science fiction #war of the worlds #hg wells #book quotes #h g wells #Youtube

[nurrgleth]

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘴 - 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘒𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦

Though the effect of the Chaos Gods and their daemons is undeniable within the material world of Warhammer, the reality is that the vast majority of the endless Great Game takes place within the Warp, usually on the margins of a God's territory or within the Formless Wastes unclaimed by any but those few stalwart souls strong enough to maintain hellish fiefs and kingdoms in the spaces between the Godly Kingdoms.

And so it must follow that with his fellow gods and daemons as his primary enemies and his titles of Plaguelord and Master of Poxes being his foremost aliases, Nurgle's poxes must be concocted with the aim of weakening and killing his fellow daemons. Daemon-specific illnesses are unique in that, similar to Nurgle's rot, they target the soul itself rather than just the flesh. While daemons are said to be immune to mortal diseases, the mechanisms of the rot suggest that this does not encompass total immunity to all diseases.

And some of the most difficult daemons to infect and dispatch are the Children of Khorne. Khorne's tertiary aspect is a God of Fire, an element well known to scour even the most microscopic of life from the face of the world. Fire is particularly effective against Nurgle's forces, as it neutralizes their regenerative abilities and drastically lessens their infectivity. Add onto this that Khornate daemons are uniquely magic-immune as other daemons are not and a magic-based pox is particularly loathe to infect them.

However, determination is not just an aspect of the Blood Lord and to go along with it, Nurgle has diligence, patience, passion for his craft. With time, even the blood-hungry daemons of Khorne can fall to the poxes of the Plaguemaster.

Brass Rot

Brass Rot is one of the earliest successes to spring from the Plaguemaster's Cauldron of Maladies. Carried into war on the blades of Plaguebearers and Great Unclean Ones alike, it enters into the body through wounds made by such weapons. Eventually, the afflicted Khornate daemon notices their skin begin to rust and pit, turning brown like old blood or verdigris like oxidized metal. The active period and severity rate vary drastically; some cases are minor, with effects being largely cosmetic or limited to the lost of a few fingers or horns. Others are more serious loss of entire limbs, deep-tissue infections that interfere with organs, or a completely rusted state of paralysis. It bears some resemblance to gangrene or necrosis in humans.

Brass Rot's only flaw is it's very low infectivity rate from victim to victim. Afflicted individuals tend to not spread their disease, so while hailed as the first illness to afflict Daemons of Khorne broadly, it's sub-par infectivity makes it among one of Grandfather's least favorites. Still, some Plaguebearer Tallybands still carry this loathsome disease within their swords and rashes of it are known spring up every now and again in the Realm of Khorne.

Furor Cough

The Furor Cough was a "gift" from Nurgle to Khorne spawned after a perceived betrayal of the former by the latter. It was first discovered in the Blood God's beloved Flesh Hounds, a cruel disease that begins as a fairly innocuous cough, not dissimilar to kennel cough. This is where the disease gets it's name, but the prognosis is much more dire than a mere cough. This is followed by lethargy interrupted by increasingly frequent bouts of agitation and a loss of the Flesh Hound's normally impeccable balance as it descends into delirium. It finally becomes hydrophobic, salivating constantly and driven into violent hysterics when presented with water-- or blood. Spread through biting, Furor Cough is noted as being the first of the Khornate-viruses to to draw noticeable apprehension from the Daemons of Khorne.

Not at all restricted to Flesh Hounds, the disease can infect everything from Khornate Furies to mighty Bloodthirsters of Khorne and bears the most resemblance to the mortal Rabies disease. Unlike Rabies, however, it is not virtually fatal in all cases. The Khornate body undergoes a dramatic septic reaction in order to rid itself of the disease and while it might be successful, the damage to itself is also done. Cool blooded (hypothermia) and half-mad, very few Khornate Daemons who catch this disease recover to resume their old lives and none at all make a full recovery.

It was the Furor Cough that heralded the birth of the Slayers of Plague. While other denizens of the Ragelands fight mindlessly and for the sake of fighting, the Akhamshy'y'Nurgh specifically seek out and destroy Packs of Flesh Hounds thought to be infected by the virus.

Axeworms

Poxes are not the only things that the Plaguefather creates. He is also a connoisseur of Biological Weapons, though if asked he would claim this is a more of a dabble than a true trade. Axeworms are so named for their double-axe shaped heads and the amount of damage they can do when they enter the body. They are a Khornate specific parasite and contracted primarily during Khornate invasions within Nurgle's realm, namely his garden. Some Nurglish daemons act as intermediary hosts to these worms, resizing and multiplying within it's carrier's blood. When a Khornate kills the host and drenches itself in their life fluids, the worms are transferred to the Blood Daemon's skin, where they burrow into the body. Daemons of Khorne are their definitive host; these worms will remain in a dormant state if they find themselves within another type of daemon or even a mortal.

The Axeworms feed on blood, multiplying and enlarging itself as it feeds on the essence of it's Blood Daemon host whilst it violently rips its way through it's hosts flesh. Not only that, but it is a behavior-altering parasite, and one that causes the Blood Daemon to turn without warning on it's own kind. Since this behavior isn't abnormal among Khornates, detecting them is difficult, though chronic aches and pains are common. If the Infected Khornate is winning it's fight, it will continue to kill until there is nothing left but itself, then find more victims. However, if it is losing, it turns it's sword on itself, and sprays it's fellows in it's own infected blood as it lops off it's own head, spreading Nurgle's parasite and dishonoring the daemon it infected in one sweep of it's sword...

#warhammer fantasy #warhammer 40k #nurgle #khorne #pars infectus (nurgle headcanon); #Merry Maladies (Cauldron Concoctions);

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #4: “Fighting for Family” Ch. 1

On a Misty midnight, Chester Basil and his mafia crew were busy counting money they mugged.

Chester Basil: This has been a long time coming, fellas. Three years on the plates alone, but I think you'll find the product was worth the wait. Go ahead. filtered Take a good look, boys...

Goon #1: Sheesh, Mr. Basil, I can't warn the difference.

Goon #2: I can’t either!

Chester Basil: You'd need one of them neutron microscopes, mate. It's identical down to Ben Franklin's stubble.

Basil plucks it from the goon's hand. As he steps over to the suitcase and places the bill back with the stacks of other bills.

Chester Basil: I want it laundered through the casino at a half mil a week. Three-quarter mil by March. Anybody has a problem with that?

Mob Members: Oh no. Not at all

Then suddenly, Quasarblast breaks through the window as the mob gasp.

Mob: Hey! What? It’s Quasarblast!

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: It’s over, Mr. Basil.

Chester Basil: Oh shit! I’m getting out of here! Man, attack!

No sooner does the first two goons have their pistols out then Quasarblast turns invisible and kicks the guards’ ass as they cry out in pain.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: You’re gonna have to try a little harder than that!

Another goon takes a swipe at him from the side. Quasarblast turns invisible to fool the goon and then turns visible again decks the goon with a left. Another from behind, Quasarblast brings up his elbow to the fellow's jaw. A third goon literally jumps on his back.

Goon #3: battle cry

Quasarblast flips him over into Goon #1, who has retrieved his gun and is about to fire just as Goon #3 comes smashing in. The gun goes off harmlessly as they demolish a glass display of bric-a-brac on Basil as the fighting continues off-screen, he sweeps up the briefcase and bolts out the door. But then, Quasarblast sees him trying to escape and turns invisible again.

Chester Basil: the suitcase is snatched out of his hand and it starts floating suddenly What the fuck is this witchcraft?!

And then, Quasarblast knocks out Basil and then turns visible again as he ties up Basil and his goons and turns him to the police.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: You just met the wrath of Quasarblast!

Police Officer: Thank you Quasarblast! You done it again!

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: No problem and oh hey! Meet you at the ceremony tonight!

Police Officer: Sure be there!

Quasarblast winks and flies off.

Later…

Quasarblast made it home and head inside without anyone looking as he turns back into Korvo Solar-Opposites, then he sees Terry and turns invisible. He then surprise Terry with an invisible kiss as the two husbands moan and Korvo turns visible again while they blush lovingly. Terry laughs.

Terry Solar-Opposites: So, how is my favorite superhero?

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Doing fine my sweet Shlorpian.

The two husbands kiss again. Then, Yumyulack and Jesse then started playing Quasarblast with Jesse wearing a mask that look like Quasarblast’s mask and Yumyulack playing as a super villain.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: Die motherfucker! Die!

Jesse Solar-Opposites: pretends to turn invisible Boom! I’m invisible!

Phoebe MacCarthy: offscreen Kids, you damn better not be wrestling!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: Uh, no we’re not!

Jesse Solar-Opposites: We’re being careful!

Then, an alarm goes off on Korvo’s phone as he smirks and turns back into Quasarblast.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Duty calls!

Korvo, now Quasarblast, flies off and made it to the ceremony, which is happening live on camera. The audience cheer for him as he prepare to make his speech.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblasr: Good evening citizens. It’s so nice to see you all on this day.

Reporter: And it’s so great to see you too. So, tell us. How does it feel to be accomplished?

Quasarblast grows confused.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Uh what do you mean?

Reporter: I mean during those time you fought more bad guys, you’ve been pulling amazing stunts. Have you done it all by yourself?

Quasarblast then realizes his whole family is watching, who are confused. Then, Quasarblast looks down and realizes he must do the right thing. Quasarblast laughs nervously.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Actually, I can’t take credit. My family helped me.

The crowd’s gasp in shock, but then grows touched as they feel their heart’s warming up and truly understand what he meant.

Crowd: Aaaw.

Meanwhile at the Solars’ house…

Terry Solar-Opposites: Aaw. Korvy. That’s so sweet.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: I guess he wanted us to have credit too.

Yumyulack sniffs and Jesse teases him.

Jesse Solar-Opposites: I saw that tough guy.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: laughs nervously Nuh uh! You’re crying! wipes a tear nervously

Phoebe MacCarthy: terrified Oh shit, he shouldn’t have said that.

Terry looks confused.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Why?!

Phoebe MacCarthy: Because, now people think there are more Mighty Solars out there! They think Quasarblast has a family of other alien heroes!

Terry gasps.

Pupa Solar-Opposites: Oh no!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites and Jesse Solar-Opposites: Oh shit!

Back at the ceremony…

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: It’s true. My husband, three kids and nanny helps me out whenever I need them. Because, they’re like my strength, without them I am nothing. Because, I love them all unconditionally.

Quasarblast is trying hard not to panic.

Person #1: No way! You just got here and your family are supers too? Where are they?

Quasarblast gets nervous.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Oh uh, they’re not ready to come out yet. They just got their powers and are uh waiting for the right time…?

People: Oooooh. Why didn’t you say so? Yeah.

Person #2: Sounds good enough to me!

Reporter: Well there you have it folks? They are more Mighty Solars out there? And if they are, who are they?

Quasarblast leaves and groans in frustration.

Later at home…

Korvo is sitting on the couch remorsful while Phoebe, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa sit down next to him in concern.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Why did I say that?!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: Aw cheer up Korvo. I think what you did was brave. At least no one found out about your identity.

Jesse Solar-Opposites: Thanks for giving us credit Korvo. That was really sweet.

Korvo sighs.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: I know, but everyone believes that Quasarblast has a family that are heroes.

Jesse looks concerned.

Phoebe MacCarthy: But they don’t know about your identity. That’s all that matters. I think you did the right thing by giving us credit. That was one of the honorable things a superhero will do

Jesse Solar-Opposites: Besides, we may not be superheroes. But, I’m sure one day, we’ll have our own powers and fight right beside one day.

Korvo smiles.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Thanks guys.

Jesse Solar-Opposites: Come here you big lug.

The family then gets in a group hug when suddenly…

Terry Solar-Opposites: offscreen Oh, we’re having a group hug?! Me next! Me next!

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Alright, Terry you can join on the- cries out in shock

Yumyulack gasps.

Pupa Solar-Opposites: Terry?

Terry Solar-Opposites: What?

Jesse Solar-Opposites: Jesus Jessica Parker!

Phoebe MacCarthy: Oh… my… God…

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Terry, don’t freak out but-

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: YOU’RE A FUCKING HUMAN!

Suddenly, a human’s hands was shown as Terry’s gasp was heard. Then, the camera shifts towards a mirror where it shows reflection of Terry, now a human. Terry screams.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Oh my God… I look amazing! The Solars got confused Wow. You gotta touch these ears! I can’t believe I got a nose, and a hair, and dick and a shlong!

Korvo covers his mouth in shock.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Oh… my poor darling… what has happened to you? It’s my fault! starts crying I shouldn’t known! I-I-

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Hey hey. Why the tears, boo?

Korvo Solar-Opposites: I am so sorry Terry. If I hadn’t been so distracted as Quasarblast and stood up for you and-

Human Terry kisses Korvo.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: hugs Korvo Shh… it’s okay sweetie… it’s okay…

Pupa Solar-Opposites: Yay!

Jesse Solar-Opposites: I can’t believe my daddy is a human! This is so cool!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: Holy shit! Do you have a butthole?!

Korvo Solar-Opposites: NO! IT’S NOT COOL! THIS IS A SERIOUS SITUATION! IT’S NOT LIKE HE CAN JUST TURN BACK INTO A SHLORPIAN!

Suddenly, Terry did turn back to his normal Shlorpian self, much to the other’s shock and surprise.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Whuh? How?

Terry Solar-Opposites: I dunno. It’s just a cool trick I learned.

Korvo then gets out a scanning device and goes surprised.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Holy shit. I think this is a natural Shlorpian reaction on being on the planet for too long. The form must’ve taken up a unique shape shifting ability on what planet they have been on.

Pupa gasps.

Jesse Solar-Opposites: No way. I have no idea we can do that.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Well, that’s what I get for succumbing to the temptish. Wait, does the Pupa have one?

The Pupa starts straining much to Korvo’s discomfort.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Oh my goodness! Pupa, are you okay?

Suddenly, the Pupa started floating and glowing as he screams a little and turns into a human. The Solars gasp because as they open their eyes, the Pupa has turn into a human toddler girl.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Aaaw. That’s so adorable!

Korvo faints. Then, he wakes up upon seeing Human Pupa looking at his reflection.

Human Pupa Solar-Opposites: Pigtails!

Yumyulack Solar Opposites: Why is the Pupa’s form a girl?

Jesse Solar-Opposites: D’aw, it’s so cute!

Korvo Solar-Opposites: I don’t know. Wait. Does that mean I could have one?!

Jesse-Solar Opposites: uses the scanner Oh, you’ll have the ability to turn human in 16 days.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Oh, well what about you two?

Jesse then scans her body.

Jesse Solar-Opposites: Hooray! In five days! I can’t wait to see what mine looks like.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: And me?

Phoebe MacCarthy: scans Yumyulack Oh, in 11 days.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: God damn it!

Korvo sighs.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Well, I supposed this could work as new civilian identities. Because, with me as Quasarblast, I don’t think we should walk around Earth anymore as aliens. It’s the only way guys. I hope you’re not disappointed.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: Are you nuts?! This is awesome!

Terry hugs Korvo.

Terry Solar-Opposistes: Korvy, whatever comes when the rest of you develop the ability of turning into humans, we’ll get through it. Together.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Oh. Come here you.

The two husbands then embrace in a kiss while the kids, after Pupa turns back into his normal Pupa self, and Phoebe hugs them

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Besides, what’s the worst that can happen?

Special thanks to @avaveevo, @asikreading, @themagicwolf6677, @king-of-squishmallows and all of my watchers for their ideas and support.

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #solar opposites mighty solars #solar opposites: mighty solars #mighty solars #korvo/quasarblast #tervo #korvo #terry solar opposites #british korvo #yumyulack #jesse solar opposites #cute pupa #human terry #human pupa #phoebe maccarthy #phoebe solar opposites #the unwanted personification of terry #fighting for family

[rock-swag-tournament]

Preliminary Poll - Opal Varieties

More information under the cut!

Opal! Opal is technically NOT a mineral because it lacks one of the defining traits of minerals - a specific, ordered internal structure. Opal is amorphous, so the atoms are arranged randomly, they don't have a pattern to them that would make opal a mineral!

Chemically, opal is hydrous silica. Something fun about the preliminary polls is that aside from tourmaline and jade, all the other minerals included are essentially variations of quartz, which is really just silica. The chemical formula for quartz is SiO2 and the chemical formula for opal is SiO2 with H2O.

Opals in general are known for their iridescence (the shiny colors that change when you rotate an opal in your hand). This iridescence happens BECAUSE opal is not a mineral; the random internal structure makes it so that light reflects in all kinds of crazy ways.

About the listed opals themselves, Australian opals are the most common, because most opal comes from Australia. Australian opal is probably what most people think of when they think of opal: shiny, with bright pastel colors.

Ethiopian opals, meanwhile, tend to have more fiery colors (think fire opals) and are also hydrophane which means they absorb water.

Harlequin opals are opals where the iridescence looks like geometric shapes. Unfortunatly, I don't know what is happening on the microscopic level that creates these rhombohedral shapes in harlequin opals. Most of the information I'm sharing in these posts is stuff I already know from the classes I had to take in undergrad, or introductory-level facts that I've been able to summarize from Wikipedia pages or Mindat.org pages. That being said, I'm always willing to learn from people who know more than me or to do more of my own research if people have questions and aren't sure where to start looking (hint: Wiki and mindat are great places to START your research, regardless of what high-and-mighty teachers might say).

Lastly, opalized fossils are fossils where the organic material from a previously living organism is replaced by silica (in this case, specifically opal). Most often, fossils form when minerals of some kind (silica, carbonates, pyrite, etc) fill in the empty spaces of a dead organism, like the inside of a snail or bivalve shell. The opalization of fossils is only one way this process, called permineralization, can occur, but it sure is pretty!

#rock facts #mineral swag prelims