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Stiles and Derek are about to get it on but Derek looses control and gives Stiles the Alpha bite. Stiles freaks out over the whole thing, shunning Derek and later learns that Derek did it instinctively to protect his mate.
during a pack meeting at the hale house scott wanted allison to be a part of the pack but stiles snapped at him and told him no because he and the others weren’t comfortable with her yet
The sheriff is dead, killed by some werewolf. Stiles is taken in by the remaining Hale pack. Peter is the Alpha and Derek is his beta. At first Stiles hates werewolves and Derek but slowly they fall in love. Peter killed the sheriff and Laura. And he was also behind the killing of Dereks parentes I think. I remember that Stiles helps Derek during his heat in this and that in the end Derek kills Peter and it Sterek endgame. Derek is a beta and older then Stiles. Derek is a bit shy . Slow build Sterek and I don’t remember if it’s a one shot or not but it’s complete
Sterek one, and the only thing I remember is that there is a quote repeating in the fic, and one of them read it in a magazine or a book - how you fall in love with people once you see them how they act when no-one is looking
Sterek? Scott, allison, mr argent call a pack meeting in the argent basement (to talk about alphas?) and pov stiles arrives last and has a panic attack, Derek’s pack comfort him and guard him and derek gets angry and like yells ‘what did you do to him?!??’ And declares stiles part of his pack.
Stiles and Scott moved to NY where Scott is bitten, Stiles starts having magic.
stiles was largely ignored by he group of people at home so his half sister who he has never met brings Claudia back as a ghost and forces the group to watch stiles through visions and won’t let them contact him
So many more after the cut! So many. Help if you can. But please don’t respond on this post. message us or ask us.
Plot: Anxiety owns fear
Reasoning: I’M BUSY PACKING AND MOVING ND WON’T HAVE WIFI ON WEDNESDAY SO HERE TAKE THIS CRAP
No one had seen Anxiety all day, this was concerning since Anxiety had been social with them all ever since their relationship began.
“He’s probably just taking a break” Roman suggested, this was likely but he would have told them if he needed a break.
“Maybe he’s napping” Patton spoke tiredly, he was cuddled into Roman and sleepy which was his reason for his suggestion
Logan decided to find out himself. He waltzed upstairs and opens Anxiety’s door without permission, Anxiety was curled at the back of his bed shaking a and staring with wide eyes very fearful of something on the ceiling. Logan looked up and spotted the tiny jumping spider.
“Anxiety what is the issue with this arachnid?” Logan saw no cause of fear from this creature, it was a harmless house dwelling spider with no lethal intent.
“SPIDER! ” Anxiety just squeaked and Logan sighed, grabbing a tissue and getting on a chair before reluctantly squishing the spider. He got off the chair and threw the smushed guts out.
“Better?” He asked and Anxiety saintly clung to him in thanks, Logan smiled gently and took Anxiety downstairs where everyone was glad to see him and Anxiety was glad the damn 8-legger was gone.
Its egg sack was not
*Things to take note* - Under the items category, I may put things like Ore and Wood that doesn’t require to harvest, just collect from barrels and carts - Monster drops are NOT under the Bounty category, they are under the items category as well
Something that doesn’t really get discussed about the MUTOs is that, despite having the outward appearance of insects (multiple spindly limbs, armored carapaces) they’re not - they have reptile anatomy, if you look at their mouths and bodies. That’s not even talking about their glowing Gigan like eyes, which is just a classic tokusatsu homage, and the alien like egg sack on the female. They’re 100% MONSTERS, and that sets them apart more than they get credit for.
I hope you guys have been enjoying my past parts. I’m not sure. Everything is pre-typed. Anyways, enjoy!
Xylion had just opened the door to the break room and was making his way into it when he heard a guttural groaning. His eyes widened and he looked around for the source of the sound. Xylion then saw Human Jenny laying face down on the couch, unmoving. He glanced around to see if anyone noticed, and saw the men playing a ‘card game’ over at a table, completely ignoring their coworker.
He frowned as he made his way past Human Jenny and towards the other humans. When he made it to the table, he eyed each one as they looked up to him. “Can we help you, Xylion?” Human Isaac said, his voice drawn out.
“Why is Human Jenny not participating in this card game with you? Do you no longer like one another? Or are you just ignoring her completely? Did she do something bad? And, is she dying?”
Human Fredrick chuckled. “No, she is not dying, and we are still friends. She did nothing wrong, but we are ignoring her.”
Before Human Fredrick could explain, another loud groan sounded out from Human Jenny. Xylion quickly turned to the men. “Are you sure she isn’t dying? She sure sounds it.”
Human Isaac sighed. “She’s just being over-dramatic. What she’s going through is nothing.”
Xylion was about to ask what that was when he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps. Human Isaac looked to something behind him and his eyes widened. Xylion glanced behind him to see Human Jenny standing there, her eyes mad with rage and a look that could only result in someone’s death clear on her face.
“What did you say, Isaac?” She asked, her tone sickly sweet. Xylion felt his spines begin to stand up once more. Because of these humans, they were doing it a lot more often.
Human Isaac waved his hands. “I- I didn’t say anything, Jenny.”
“I heard you say something that is completely wrong.”
Xylion was confused. Had Human Isaac said something wrong? “What’d he say that is wrong?”
Human Jenny looked towards him, and her look of rage diminished slightly. “He claimed that I was being over-dramatic, when he has no idea that pain I am in! Both physically and mentally!” She was shouting now, and Xylion couldn’t help but feel fear.
Human Isaac sighed. “It can’t hurt worse than being kicked in the balls, Jenny.”
Human Jenny scowled at him. “I’m on my period you asshole, so I suggest you don’t aggravate me anymore than you already have!”
“Which hurts worse, giving birth or getting kicked in the groin?” Human Fredrick said out of nowhere.
As if on cue, Human Isaac and Human Mason both answered with ‘balls’ (whatever that meant) and Human Jenny answered ‘birth’. They all immediately stared at one another, pure anger on their faces.
Xylion backed up. “What are those?”
Human Fredrick sighed. “The difference between genders for humans is our privates. Females have a different type that performs different tasks, while men have a different looking one that works differently as well. While both give us the ability to urinate, they also have different uses that help impregnate the females so our species can reproduce.”
“But what’s a…period? Is that what Human jenny called it?”
“Yes, a period, or menstruation. Females have sacks of eggs inside them that, if during a sexual activity with a male get fertilized by the man’s…stuff, a baby is created. However, if the egg is not fertilized, everything inside what we scientists call a uterus is torn apart, and flushed out. The process can be painful as the flesh is literally being torn off the walls. See, the uterus builds up walls of nutrients to help feed the fetus while also giving it a comfy place to grow. These walls aren’t needed normally, so once an egg is deemed ‘dead’, everything is torn off and flushed out the lady’s privates. They basically bleed out their private area.”
Xylion was stunned. What a terrible thing indeed! “What about being kicked in the ‘balls’?”
“Well, male humans have different privates than females, and one of them includes the testicules, better known as balls. They are highly sensitive, and one of the best ways to stop a male human is by kneeing him in it. It hurts like hell. Trust me, I don’t think I’ll ever experience something more painful than that. I mean, your sensitive area is essentially being crushed! Sure, everything females go through is painful, but the same thing occurs with males! Pain. We all feel pain.”
“And…what is pain?”
Zellnor shook is head, his scales now a sickly shade of green. “Wow…to think that humans go through that…great Galactia above!”
Xylion nodded. “I know, it seems particularly disturbing when you think about it. Humans are odd creatures, sir.”
“Yes, they are quite weird.”
“So, what would you like me to do?” Xylion asked, straightening up as he looked at his boss.
Zellnor sighed. “I’d like you to still keep an eye on them. You never know what might happen with them. We need to keep them on our side and safe, as we would and crew member. Now, I’d recommend going and finding them as soon as possible. Who knows what trouble they might be creating?”
I hope you guys liked it. Sorry about the long descriptions of one thing and the shorter of the other, I don’t have as much knowledge of the second, though I did my best. But aside from that, I have an ask and submission box now open on my page so you can ask stuff and submit things! And, if you ever want to draw anything for this stuff, know I am not opposed and will gladly accept it. I love art. Anyways, see you in the next part!
I certainly took my sweet time writing an encounter for Fighter Week, but here it is, better late than never. I was inspired by the Kythons from the Book of Vile Darkness. I wanted to use them to make a multi-stage battle that highlights a fighter’s skill at using a variety of weapons. The creature is resistant or immune to certain damage types in certain stages of the battle, meaning that the fighter will have to switch between weapons to take it down. Meanwhile, the boss and her goons are resistant to a lot of energy types which make them difficult for mages to deal with. The rest of the party will certainly have their hands full keeping the mobs off of the fighter.
Kython Hive Mother (CR 15)
An evil aberration of fiendish origin and a breeding vessel for the Kython, cruel creatures invented by fiends trapped on the earth.
This creature is treated as a complex boss encounter with 3 stages.
The battle begins with 4 adult kythons (see below) defending the hive mother. The hive mother initially appears as a colossal tower of chitin and scaled flesh fringed with spines.
Stage 1: Armored Swarm
The hive mother has no movement speed, and mostly just shifts and pulses. She has a thick exoskeleton of armored chitin that is largely immune to most damage. She has four wedges of this armor surrounding her that are being forced closed by muscular action. Some of the muscles are exposed near the top of her colossal form, 60 ft. high. Each of the four muscles has about 20 HP and is resistant to bludgeoning and slashing damage, but vulnerable to piercing damage. Once all of the muscles have been reduced to 0 HP, the armored plates will return to their natural open position, exposing its underbelly.
Armor Muscle (x4): 20 HP, 19 AC.
Immune: Acid, Cold. Resistant: Fire, Lightning, Bludgeoning and Slashing damage from nonmagic items.
Spawn (recharge 5-6): During this stage, its armored wedges will periodically lift and release 2d6 Juvenile Kythons (see below) to defend itself. I… would advise against crawling inside the armor because you will likely get trapped inside and have to take on her tentacle attacks (see stage 2) each round.
Stage 2: Exposed Tentacles
After the armored plates have been disabled, the hive mother’s underbelly becomes exposed. This, however, only makes her more dangerous. Her egg sacks are visible. If any of these four sacks are dealt 15 or more slashing damage they will spew out a dozen or more eggs, 1d4 of which are mature enough to fight and are treated as kythons.
The hive mother has four barbed tentacles that it uses to defend itself. Each tentacle has 30 HP and is resistant to bludgeoning and piercing damage but vulnerable to slashing damage. It uses its tentacles to keep melee attackers away from its egg sacks.
Multiattack: The hive mother can make up to 4 tentacle attacks on its turn. If the hive mother has less than 4 tentacles, it can only make a number of attacks equal to the number of remaining tentacles.
Tentacle: Melee Weapon Attack: +8 to hit, reach 30 ft., one creature. Hit: 10 (2d6+3) slashing damage and 10 (2d8) poison damage. When a creature is hit by a tentacle attack, the creature must make a DC 18 STR check or be pushed 20 ft. away from the hive mother.
Egg Sack (x4): 15 HP, immunity to bludgeoning and piercing damage. If destroyed, 4d4 Broodling Kythons
Stage 3: Endoskeleton
Once the tentacles have been destroyed, the hive mother begins to defend herself with what would be considered her actual body: an eyeless, reptilian torso covered in spines with a gaping toothed maw and four clawed arms. Its chitinous hide is resistant to piercing and slashing damage, but it is affected normally by bludgeoning damage which can crack its armor or damage it internally.
AC: 17, HP: 100, Speed: 0 ft.
STR 17; DEX 15; CON 16; INT 10; WIS 14; CHA 11
Saving Throws: DEX +2, CON +4
Resistances: Fire, Lightning, Piercing and Slashing damage.
Immunities: Acid, Cold.
Senses: Blindsight 30 ft.
Immobile: The endoskeleton has disadvantage on DEX saving throws as it cannot move from its space, leaving only its disruptive field, claws, and whatever is left from its tentacles to defend itself.
Multiattack: The hive mother’s endoskeleton can make one Poison Spray attack and four Claw attacks. The endoskeleton can use its Summon Kythons ability instead of its Poison Spray ability if it has recharged.
Poison Spray: Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, range 45 ft., one creature. Hit: 21 (4d6+9) poison damage. A creature hit by this attack must make a DC 18 CON save or become poisoned for 1 minute.
Claw: Melee Weapon Attack: +8 to hit, reach 10 ft., one creature. Hit: 13 (2d8+4) slashing damage.
Summon Kythons (recharge 5-6): The hive mother screeches, calling 1d4 Adult Kythons from deeper in the lair. This ability only takes
Field of Disruption: The endoskeleton can project one of two auras and may switch between them as a bonus action.
Field of Despair: A blue miasma. Attackers within 30 ft. have disadvantage on all attack rolls against the endoskeleton or other kythons.
Defensive Field: An aura of purple static. The endoskeleton gains +2 AC and immunity to spells of 3rd level or lower.
Here are the stats for the various kythons that spawn throughout the encounter. Double their HP totals if you want to use them outside of this encounter.
Broodling Kython (CR 1)
AC: 13, HP: 18, Speed: 20 ft.
STR 13; DEX 15; CON 12; INT 7; WIS 12; CHA 9
Saving Throws: DEX +4, CON +3
Resistances: Fire, Lightning.
Immunities: Acid, Cold.
Senses: Blindsight 60 ft.
Sting: Melee Weapon Attack: +3 to hit, reach 5 ft., one creature. Hit: 2 (1d4) piercing damage and 8 (3d4) poison damage.
AC: 13, HP: 45, Speed: 30 ft.
STR 15; DEX 15; CON 14; INT 10; WIS 13; CHA 9
Saving Throws: DEX +4, CON +4
Resistances: Fire, Lightning.
Immunities: Acid, Cold.
Senses: Blindsight 60 ft.
Multiattack: The Adult Kython makes three attacks, one with its Bite and two with its Claw.
Bite: Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one creature. Hit: 4 (1d4+1) piercing damage and 10 (3d6) poison damage.
Claw: Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one creature. Hit: 7 (1d6+3) piercing damage.
Adult Kython (CR 5)
AC: 15, HP: 66, Speed: 30 ft.
STR 17; DEX 15; CON 16; INT 10; WIS 14; CHA 11
Saving Throws: DEX +5, CON +6
Resistances: Fire, Lightning.
Immunities: Acid, Cold.
Senses: Blindsight 60 ft.
Multiattack: The Adult Kython makes three attacks, one with its Bite and two with its Claw. Alternatively, it can make one Mouth Launcher attack if it has successfully recharged.
Bite: Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one creature. Hit: 6 (1d4+3) piercing damage and 14 (4d6) poison damage.
Claw: Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one creature. Hit: 10 (2d6+3) piercing damage.
Mouth Launcher (recharge 5-6): Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 15 ft., one creature. Hit: 7 (1d6+3) piercing damage. A creature of medium size or smaller hit by this attack must make a DC 15 STR saving throw or be dragged into its mouth. A creature that fails their saving throw is dealt damage automatically by the kython’s claw attacks and bite attack.
Sinc3 your Scenariod s are ipen again coukd i get one with Sidon and a pregnant s/o
Sidon with pregnant s/o
The eve of the day was on the rise and all you could do was sigh, feeling fatigue and sore. Your bulging stomach weighed heavily on your hips and knees, and quickly sat on the bench outside on your shared balcony. Resting your hands upon your taunt belly, your mind wondered to what will be served for dinner, but you grumbled not wanting to wait so long when your little one inside was nagging for more food.
Alas, being Sidon’s lover and the bearer of his child the court decided to plan a special diet for you of the richest nutrients. They weren’t starving you, but they didn’t approve of unnecessary snacking despite your pouts.
So you wanted to eat more sweets than nutritious five star meals. It wasn’t you who wanted it, you would claim, it was the baby. You smiled and laughed to yourself at the thought of telling Sidon your reservations on prohibited snacks.
He only laughed when you claimed the baby needed snacks so it may be born sweet as Sidon, but even he was stern on keeping with the diet. Oh well, there were perks to being a lover to a Prince and there would be cons. It definitely wasn’t the worse thing to happen.
Rubbing your stomach in thought you didn’t hear someone approach behind you. It wasn’t until you heard tinkling of jewelry did you look over your shoulder. You smiled at Sidon while he removed his shoulder pieces and headdress. He returned your smile with a toothy grin of his own and his massive height loomed over you as he bent down to kiss you.
As he pulled away he knelt down and peppered your stomach with its own kisses. “Hello, my young one. Have you been good?” He murmured to the baby and funny enough you felt the little one squirm inside. He eyes glimmered happily feeling movement under his palms. “Are you excited your Papa is here? Do not worry my little guppy, your time in there is almost over.”
“Hopefully soon, because I fear one sneeze will pop this child out.” You mumbled, leaning your back against the wall. Sidon continued to rub your stomach as he smiled at your words. You took one of his hands in yours and each time never failed to notice how his hands engulfed yours. You kissed his knuckles to his palm and sighed, finally feeling at ease. “I may have to make it a point to stay by your side. It seems I am only well when you’re around, Sidon.”
He smiled and nuzzled your stomach, “That would be a dream in itself, sweet droplet. It pains me to leave both your sides. I do not want to miss a thing.”
You only chuckled, “You honestly won’t be missing much other than me being hungry and them kicking.” You ran your hand along the top of his head, tickling his fins. The sensation caused him to shake his head and rub where your feathered light touches once were.
“My dear, every moment I am not with you I feel as if I am missing out of the wonders of life itself. I would have never imagine my child being carried by someone grand as you.”
His smile was so endearing and you cupped his cheek, “Your words are ever flattering, my love, but don’t forget when we consummated you asked where my egg sack was.”
A very short, oneshot, Transformers fanfic taking place in the Bayverse.
Reblogs are always appreciated! ♥
Little light reached this lonely corner of the Milky way, casting the
icy moon, and its inhabitants, in only a dim light whenever they got a
peek of the sun burning far away within the centre of the galaxy. It was
time for a routinely check of the hatchlings within the Nemesis’
brooding chamber. Slowly, metallic feet traded over the slick floor,
avoiding overgrown tendrils which resembled gnarly roots at this point,
and the egg sacks of those unfortunate enough to have ended up growing
close to the floor.
As always, it was Starscream’s duty to keep
check of the developing hatchlings. The seeker had taken well care of
the brood, and already welcomed several ones into the world, all under
the Fallen one’s guidance and demand. As long as they had enough
Energon, all would go according to plan, and a new Decepticon army would
Standing/sitting (however you see it) burlap sack with eggs/potatoes. Now to do a wire egg basket. Little more complicated and will probably have to be high in polys depending on how I do construct it. But I think I can pull it off. I’ll do that tomorrow. Gotta go do some house stuff and go pick the Munchkin up from school. Cheep!
Okay, so funny story about this pretty tree light here (and since I have a long car ride ahead of me I might as well share). I was at my aunt’s house the other day and she gave me this rose tree lamp that was sitting on her porch because it didn’t really go with anything. So I was like, sweet! This will go perfectly in my hippy/fairytale aesthetic bedroom! It had a few cobwebs on it (okay a lot of cobwebs) but I figured a quick wipe down with a wet paper towel and it would be all fine and dandy.
Well it wasn’t. They weren’t cobwebs. And they were definitely not empty.
Turns out the damn thing was covered in spider egg sacks nearly on every flower because Florida is a hellish nightmare pit where stuff like this is a regular occurrence and I spent a good twenty minutes battling with hundreds of tiny little spiders (and the occasional mother DX) crawling out whenever I tried to brush them off.
Now at this point I’m nearly about ready to pitch the whole thing in the trash and set it on fire, aesthetic be damned but I thought no. I’ve come too far and have killed too many spiders and this fragging tree is going to look gd amazing in my bedroom. So I carry the whole thing inside and stick it in the shower for a couple seconds and basically suffocate it with Clorox spray for a few hours before wiping the entire thing down again flower by flower until there was not a single eight legged menace to be seen.
So yeah, long story short, I managed to salvage what was almost a lost cause and that lamp is going to look flipping adorable when I get it home.
A/N:Based off of that one time my friends had to do this weird baby project in high school where you had to take care of a stuffed animal and people got extra credit for stealing other people’s babies. (My boyfriend and I would babysit for my friend and her garbage boyfriend’s baby. It was great!)
If she weren’t so damn cute he’d be rolling his eyes at
the sight of his girlfriend carrying around a pink stuffed bunny in baby’s
clothing. He supposes that taking care of stuffed animal is slightly better
than taking care of, say, an egg or a sack of flour, but this is still pretty
ridiculous. What would taking care of a stuffed animal teach anyone about
economics? The only thing the stupid bunny did was sit there and look cute.
Petra, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to mind this project at all and, to his
horror, even seems to enjoy taking care of their fake baby. Even now she’s
cradling the bunny in her arms like it’s a newborn babe, making sure to support
its head, as she talks to him about her upcoming math exam. “I don’t mind the
actual math part,” she says to him. “It’s just that the scenarios are so
ridiculous to me. I know I’m not going to be a rocket scientist. Why do I care
what the average acceleration of a rocket is?”
When Polly came up with the idea that the lot of you needed to bond, you couldn’t help but feel excited. After some discussion, you all decided on a sports day. It was pretty childish, but fun at the same. It was include stuff like the sack race, egg and spoon race, the three-legged race etc.
“I am so going to beat you.” Isaiah said, as you both walked over to the field.
“I don’t think so. I was so good at sports day during school.” You replied, raising your eyebrows. “You aren’t being on my team either.”
“Someone back at the shop did the teams, hopefully we won’t be put together.”
“I hope to God we aren’t. I’m going to rub this in your face when my team wins.” You laughed.