i took my sweet time


find yourself a lover who takes you on a first date like this

Don’t come to school tomorrow.

by reddit user MichaelDj54

That was the last text my friend sent the night before the shooting.

It wasn’t all that surprising, to be totally honest. David, my friend, had a real rough time the past year and a half. Everything just sort of…fell apart around him. His sister ran away from home and wound up murdered about a month later, chopped to pieces in the woods.

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Erenbun and Levicat. Bonus aggressive cheerleader Eren.

[coughs loudly] why not both? ;;;;)))

Made For Each Other

Marinette’s signature pattern borrowed from @lady-buginette

Selfless Love - part 7

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Word Count: 1,074

Warnings: None. Not my gif.

A/N: His lips are sinful, he’s killing me… Let’s hope this is worth all the teasing. Btw it’s not over, babes :)

Selfless Love - Masterpage

At the pancake house, you sat across from Bucky and studied the menu. There were so many different choices, you were completely lost. Seeing you hesitate, Bucky ordered a huge breakfast fest, including a large stack of pancakes and two different kinds of juices.

“You’re insane,” you laughed when the waitress left. “We’ll never be able to eat all that food.”

“Don’t worry, I’m starving.”

You noticed he kept his metal hand on his thigh under the table. He looked around, hoping no one would recognize him. You watched him with a fond smile.


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Hello I’m back with a real artwork! With real artwork I just mean something I actually took my sweet time with finishing it _(´ཀ`」 ∠)_

I’m currently reading “H&H Roman Company” by Mum and GOSH I’M IN LOVE WITH IT (that I had to do an actual fanart for it-)

I also made a SPEEDPAINT, please take a look if you have time~ (It’s also my first speedpaint ever!!)

Ps: I LOVE RUM SO MUCH O H GOD I LOVE RUM SO MuCH plzlookatthebrownhairedguyinthebottomleft ////

A Day of Firsts

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so why not procrastinate on homework.

So I have this headcanon that Rhys is super kinky af and Feyre is more than willing to experiment. (Note: I also think it’s a very healthy kinkiness, with nothing forced [because Rhys, duh]).

Rating: T (NSFW-ish)


It had already been a day of firsts when I finally made my way home that night. 

In the morning, I sold my first painting since the opening of my very own gallery. As luck would have it, the Fae buyer was so intrigued with my work, he decided he wanted more. That’s how I secured my first ever commissioned painting. When I went to a celebratory lunch with Mor, we decided to try out a place we had never been to. The food was some of the best I had ever had. Needless to say, I was in a wonderful mood when I winnowed into the townhouse foyer that night.

“Rhys?” I called out as I removed my favorite boots. The house was surprisingly quiet; normally at this hour, our inner circle would be lounging about in different parts of our home.

“Upstairs, Darling” Rhys spoke into my mind. With my eyebrows raised, I made my way up the stairs leading to our room. Knowing Rhys, he had some sort of surprise waiting for me - which could be good or bad. I peeked into the room, and found my mate lounging on our bed with an amused smirk. I let out a small sigh of relief that the surprise was not a negative one.

“I have a preposition for you” he purred, and immediately I was back on my guard. Last time he had a preposition for me, I ended up having to paint a sexy portrait of Cassian. My dear mate had lost a bet, and Cassian picked a punishment he knew would piss Rhysand off. Rhys stood by for the entire painting, mumbling under his breath about his stupid Illyrian brother. Of course, my reward was my husband taking extra care of me in our bedroom later that night. Still, the image of Cassian’s self satisfied smirk made me gag.

“What is it?” I asked cautiously. Rhys’ smile only widened at the apprehension in my voice. He stood up slowly, strolling over to where stood in the doorway. His arms wrapped around my middle, pulling me close so he could press soft kisses to my neck.

“I’m feeling quite…experimental tonight” He cooed against my skin. Immediately heat pooled in my core. We had just recently begun exploring the use of…objects in the bedroom. I was a bit squeamish about the subject, and thus never brought up my curiosity to Rhys. One day we were in the lingerie shop when he spied a blindfold. He looked at me with a questioning look, and I nodded shyly. Thus, the experimenting began.

“And what” I purred, nipping at his ear, “are you exactly in the mood for?”

“ Hmm…” He hummed, letting his hands roam lower on my body. “I was thinking using this” he finished, pulling out a strip of silk. My eyes narrored in question, and he chuckled to himself. 

“I’m wondering, darling, if you’re interested in me tying your hands” he whispered. He allowed me time to think it over, kissing me softly along my collarbone. I took my sweet time deciding, torturing him with the wait. He looked to my face, and slowly smiled, nodding my approval.

“What shall our safe word be this week?” he said, turning me toward the bed.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out “Cassian!” and burst into a fit of giggles. Rhys’ face fell, completely unamused.

“I’ll make you pay for that one, you wicked thing” he growled, pushing me onto the bed. I continued my laughing, until his mouth crashed into mind, effectively silencing me. I began to tear at his clothes, and with a growl he pulled our of my grasp to strip his finery off himself. I quickly shed my leggings and sweater, left only with a midnight blue set of lace. He stood there, telling me with a simple look that we had yet to come up with a safe word. 

“Our safe word will be cabin” I purred. He finally stepped back into my reach, and I greedily grabbed onto him. He pulled me closer to him and moved our bodies closer to the headboard. 

“Are you sure about this?” He whispered, pausing to look deeply into my eyes. I held my hands up to him, urging him to move forward. He took my hands gently into his, and kissed each one gently. The silk reappeared, and he bound my hands firmly. He brought them to the headboard and secured them to the polished wood.

“Give it a pull” he ordered, and I pulled. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Good” He smiled devilishly, and then disappeared. My mouth flew open, but then I thought it must be part of his play. So I waited. And waited. And waited. My strong Fae ears picked up on the sound of a page turning downstairs. Suddenly, I realized what had happened.

“Rhysand!” I yelled “Get your sorry ass up here!” I could hear his laughter travel up the stairs.

Maybe next time, Feyre, you will pick a different safe word.He laughed into my mind.

“You prick!” I hissed back. Another page turned. It seemed he’d be taking his time finishing his novel.

Oh, he would pay for this. He would pay for it big time.

Don't try to run me over.

I’m a volunteer firefighter. Mostly I help handle crashes on a major highway into a major city because I’m located close by to it. Earlier today we had a call, it was just a fender bender but the car that was rear ended got pushed into the left lane and held up traffic. At 4:50 pm. Rushhour. Now listen, I know traffic sucks, I get that. But I worked my normal 8 hour job and then volunteer to help people who are by and large having on of the worst days of their life… free of charge. So when I am setting up cones or flares or whatever on the highway I really don’t like getting hit by a car flying by at 70 mph. Anyways, today I was setting up some flares when I woman in a white land rover straight up rolls over three of my cones and nearly hits me before even putting her blinker on to try to merge into the next lane (she was trying to get around an 18 wheeler). Bitch I think not. One of the cones got sucked up into her wheel well and she rolls down her window to SCREAM at me that she needs me to get over there and fix it, lol ok sure. I tell her to pull into the closed down lane and put her car in park. She does so, loudly complaining to me that she has been in traffic for an hour. (lady the call came in ten minutes ago, this ain’t my fault or problem.) I just calmly tell her to pull over and park her car. She reluctantly does so. I follow her to where she pulled over and walk right up to her driver side window. Just as she is about to start in on me again I calmly reach my hand into her car and take her keys. Wide eyes and an open mouth turn to look at me. “M'am you just blew through a scene of an accident and nearly hit a firefighter. Please wait right here while I go get the police officer.” The immediate babble of excuses and apologies start rolling in. I just smile and walk away. She got a big fat ticket and a court appearance. Best part is I took my sweet time going to get that cop, “His name is Henry and he is awesome,” he had to handle the accident first. Get everyone involved either on an ambulance or into a tow truck, took a good 45 minutes. How about you merge a little faster next time bitch!

late. [imagine four]

“Shit,” I hissed, as I tried to budge the side doors open at the school. Literally if you’re one minute late, they lock.

I bowed my head in defeat and started my trek up to the main office where I would have to get my second tardy in the same week. The second tardy this week that wasn’t my fault.

The sign in process was quick and the secretary glanced at me in disappointment at the notice of my second tardy. “You know, if you wake up ten minutes earlier, you wouldn’t be late,” she scolded.

“Yeah, I know Mrs. Chapman. Thanks,” I fake-smiled, grabbing my planbook with a pass to his class. I took my sweet ass time walking to his classroom – I knew I wouldn’t get in any trouble.

I opened the closed door and tried to sneak in unnoticed but he had stopped the lesson to a halt and looked at me with amused eyes. “Nice of you to join us,” he smirked.

“I have a pass,” I said through my teeth, giving him my planbook so he can glance at it.

“Second tardy this week,” he chastised.

“It was out of my control, sir.”

His playful eyes darkened for a moment and I took that as my cue to get settled in my seat that so happened to be in the front row.

During the lecture, I rarely looked up from my notes. The margins were covered in doodles and calligraphy practice when he went on tangents (he tends to go on those a lot). My usual eager participation was absent during the forty minutes and class seemed to drag longer because of it.

When the bell rang, I gathered up my supplies as quickly as possible. “Ok class is dismissed,” he had said with finality, standing by the door.

I scurried out of my chair and tried to walk through the door. He held onto my backpack strap, gently yanking me back into him. “Not for you,” he said, and I scowled in response.

“I said I was sorry for being late,” I whined.

“Hmm, I believe you didn’t,” he corrected me, still waiting for his room to clear out.

“I’m sorry for being late,” I said as sweetly as I could. “Now can I go?”

“Where’s the fire? I just want to talk to you for a little bit in private,” he said, smiling my favorite damn smile. I pouted internally – I was really trying to put up a good effort to stay agitated at him.

When the last person mosied on out of the classroom, he shut and locked the door behind him. Luckily, he had a plan after his first hour and wasn’t deserting any students in order to talk to me.

“You seem to be in a mood,” he quirked an eyebrow.

I scoffed, plopping down in his desk chair, “You’re very observant.”

He sauntered over to where I was sitting and leaned against his desk, his domineering presence right in front of me. “What did I do?” I didn’t know if it was a facade, but he actually looked concerned.

“If you keep turning off my damn alarm, I won’t sleep over at your house anymore,” I threatened. “I’m serious this time – I have two, two this week and at least five since we got together.”

He broke out into a smile and pulled me out of his chair so he could sit down with me on his lap. “Do you really mean that?”

I melted into his arms and placed my hands around the nape of his neck, inhaling his beautiful scent. “Yes! I know it’s only your class that I have first hour but if I’m late one more time, I’ll get a detention.”

He kissed me on my mouth briefly. “Ok, ok, ok. I’ll stop turning off your alarm. You just look so cute when you’re sleeping and you don’t get near enough sleep you should be getting.”

“Gee, I wonder whose fault that is…”

“You’re quite snarky this morning,” he grinned, “I like it.”

“I’m sure you do, sir.”

“Call me that one more time and I’m not quite sure I can let you go to your next class, Miss.” His eyes held the threat as he licked his lips in anticipation. I know he wanted me to say it.

“As much as I would love a punishment from your capable of hands,” I palmed his hands in reference, “I must get on with my day. Mrs. Bates is gonna get awfully suspicious if I keep wandering in from your class with a pass.”

“Let them get awfully suspicious,” he murmured as he captured my lips with his. I kissed him back for a moment – the feel of his slightly chapped lips will never feel old. Seven months with this man and I still feel as more in love as I did two years ago when he first showed up to my high school. Never did I think I could stand a chance.

I sighed against his lips and pulled back, “I would love to continue on with this, but I really do have to go. She’s giving us graduation information.”

“One more month,” he smiled. “Then you’re all mine.”

“I’m already all yours.”


Anonymous said:
Make them raw us. Again :)

a/n: also i was in the shower jamming to a song so i mean I’m killing two birds w/ one stone :)

Much Love!


I sat on the couch, giggling with the rest of the boys to a dumb game of truth or dare. “So Y/N, truth or dare?” Calum chuckled, taking a sip of his third beer. “Truth.” I squeaked. “Have you ever given a lap dance to anyone?” He asked me. “Uhh, no I have not..” I said, looking down. They all stared at me like it was a lie, but it wasn’t.

“Okay, so you’re telling me, our princess of a girl, has never even given a lap dance to anyone?” Ashton said, resting his chin on his fingers. I nodded my head, sipping my water as they all looked at me. “Is it a big deal? I mean I’m not the type to tease.” I said, smiling a little. Luke scoffed, “I highly doubt that princess.” I was taken back a little, “You calling me on my bluff, daddy?”

They all shifted, looking at each other like they were reading each others minds. “Alright, since you think you are not a tease, prove it.” They challenged. “Fine, I will.” I stood up, determined to prove them wrong. “Do you have a song request?” Michael asked, connecting his phone to the speaker. “You know what it is.” I winked.

Each of the boys sat on the couch while I got “prepared.” I quickly rid of my shirt and shorts, leaving me in my matching lace set. The music started playing and I straddled Luke’s lap, first. My hips rolled into his as he grasped my waist. I ran my hands down his chest and thighs, without touch his growing bulge. I could hear the three other boys groan as my body moved against Luke’s. I licked up his neck, whispering in his ear.

I moved to the next boy, Calum who looked like he was aching for some attention. My backside was to his front as my bum grazed his clothed cock. I turned around, biting my lip looking him in the eyes, something that I know will get him weak. I grabbed his shirt, twisting it in my hands as my tongue ran along his bottom mouth, but quickly pulled back when he tried to grab my face.

When I got to Ashton looked like he was ready to pounce. “You still think I’m a tease, daddy.” I giggled, running my hands on his exposed collar bones. I kissed down his neck, biting every now and then. Ashton’s hands squeezed my hips, making me jolt. “Princess, you were always a tease we were just testing you.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes, lightly hitting his chest.

Now Michael, had lust filled in his eyes, wanting only me. “Fuck, I knew you were a tease when you started with Luke. I’m not dealing with this.” He picked me up by my hips, laying me on the black futon. “God, such a fucking tease, I think she deserves a punishment.” Calum smirks. I turn, my bum exposed to them. “Good girl.” he commented. “Now guys, shall we go for 5 each?” he asked the other.

Two hands grabbed my panties and pulling them down to my knees. Seconds later, a slap, harsher than the first one came down on my left cheek and I cried out, my eyes shutting down as I took in the pain. “Will you count for me princess?” Ashton asked, so I knew who was doing it.

“One” I simply said, waiting for the next four. His hand came down alternatively on my right and left cheek, spreading the pain all over my ass. After l took in the 5 slaps, the weight shifted and a hand massaged my bum for a while before coming down on me again. It was Michael’s turn and I was trying my best not to scream.

It was then Luke’s turn and as he started to spank me, I let out a loud scream, not being able to hold it back anymore, it was just too much. “No one can hear you princess, it’s just us.” He teased before giving me 4 other harsh slaps. “Calum, I can’t it’s too much.” I begged. His finger ran over my slit, making me shutter. “Your body says otherwise baby girl.” He says before slapping my ass again. “And that was for the wrong name.” He chuckled.

I whined, looking over my shoulder, only to get my hair grabbed and turned back around. “You know the rules,” Michael growled. I was flipped around, exposed to the boys while they looked me up and down. I bite on my finger, lightly sucking on it looking right into Luke’s eyes, but it was soon ripped out of my mouth. “You’re just asking for it princess, aren’t you.” Ashton mocked.

Daddy, let me have a taste. I’ve been such a good girl, please.” I batted my eyes.  Luke shook his head, “You think you should get a taste, when you just teased the fuck out of us, princess?” I sat on my knees, placing my palms on my thighs, like how they taught me, and pouted. “Fuck, I can’t. I’ll let her have a taste.” Calum moaned.

I smiled to myself, having them wrapped around my finger, they always caved in. I let my hands work on his belt buckle while I licked my lips, begging for a taste. Calum’s sweats were finally off his cock imprinted on his boxers aching to burst. My tongue ran on his shaft, slowly taking in his tip. They always told me to never rush, so I took my sweet time. Focusing on pleasuring him, being his good girl.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this princess.” He moaned, his hands tangling in my hair. I looked up at him through my lashes, taking him all the way and holding it. I let his tip drag down my bottom lip, as my hands worked him up. “Okay, enough.” Luke growled pulling me back. I pouted at him, “But, daddy I’m just being a good girl, like you always ask for.”

I lay back, my hands up. “She does know what to do,” Michael sighs, “I think she deserves an award.” They turn and look at me, “Would you like that princess?” Ashton asks. “Yes please, daddy.” I respond. His knees are on both sides of my thighs, his hands creeping up to my core. Ashton leaves kisses down my neck, all the way to the valley of my breasts. A small moan escapes my lips when he presses a finger against my clothed clit.

He rubs in small circles, building up my breath only to let it go again. “Mmm, the only reward you’ll get is my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours.” He growls. I whine pushing my hips towards his hand only to get them pushed down on the couch. “Come on princess, you can beg better than that.” Ashton says. “Please daddy, you know I’ve been a good girl, please I deserve a reward, I’ll do anything you want.” I begged.

Luke smirked at me, coming closer. “You want a reward? Well, you’ve got one now baby girl.” He whispered while kissing my neck. Luke took his time, trailing his down my body, feeling every inch of it. “Daddy,” I said, sounding a little demanding. “Watch your tone, you know where that gets you.” He darted his eyes at me. His fingers hooked the inside of my panties, slowly inching them down my leg.

I was now more exposed than I already of, and I was loving every minute of it. Luke’s thumb toyed with my clit while he inserted a finger into me. One became two, which became three and I was shaking under Luke’s touch. He started sucking and nipping at my neck, leaving clear evidence of the night. A high pitched moan left my mouth as I became closer and closer to my edge again. Luke curled his fingers, pushing me into my first orgasm just by tapping at my g-spot.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as my legs threatened to close, my back arching and sweat trails left on my forehead. “Fuck, please daddy.” Everything about each of the boys was anything but vanilla. It was far from it, and it was exhilarating. “You wanna be good for daddy and cum all over my fingers, huh?” Luke pushes. I nodded, a mewl escaping from my lips.

Most of the time it was Luke who had the master mind of fingering, as well as Ashton, but something about Luke made me weak. “Come on baby girl, we all know you’re close.” Calum says, coming up and kneading my breasts. “Mmm, daddy. Can I cum?” I asked. “Go ahead, princess.” Once I got permission, an intense wave of pleasure ran through my bones. My legs squirmed as my nails dug into the leather leaving half moons everywhere.

Long whimpers fell from my lips, as stars clouded my vision. Deep breaths came from my chest as I slowly opened my eyes. “Such a good girl, our good girl.” Ashton grabbed my hips pulling me right on his tongue. I struggled, being so sensitive. “Daddy, ‘m too sensitive.” I moaned. Ashton’s scruff tickled the insides of my thighs as his tongue was flat, cleaning me.

“No no no no, please daddy I can’t.” I begged, but I didn’t want him too. The pit of my stomach was on fire while my toes curling turning white. “You want me to stop, huh? Hm, cute.” Ashton chuckled. My second orgasm hit me harder, with long moans and whines coming from my lips. “God you taste so good.” Ashton worshiped.

Sweat trailed down my forehead as I tried to catch my breath. “You’re not done yet, princess. We still have a while to go.” Michael said. He grabbed my legs, pulling me down again. His tip ran against my folds making goosebumps rise on my skin. Slowly, he pushed into me, building up the anticipation. Finally, he began to thrust in and out of me.

Shaky moans came out of me as Michael’s grip tightened on my waist. “Daddy, please.” I moaned. “Already princess? You’re already begging..” He chuckled. My nails dragged down his back. “Daddy, I wanna cum, please let me.” I whimpered. “Cum for daddy, kitten.” He whispered while kissing my neck. Soon after I could feel myself losing control and I released around him. He unsystematically rode out my high before pulling out of me, catching his breath.

My body felt weak, I couldn’t open my eyes. “Okay baby girl,” Calum started, “you now missionary isn’t my favorite, ass up head down.” He demanded. My body was numb as I tried my best to keep my backside up instead of plopping down. My backside faced him as my toes started to tingle. The tips of Calum’s fingers ran along my back making me shiver. “You awake enough, princess?” He asked. “Yes, daddy.” I answered. “Good,” he chuckled.

He thrusted harshly inside me with a groan as I moaned out loud. After giving me a moment to adjust, he set a fast pace, fucking into me as hard as he could. Little noises slipped from my lips, gradually growing louder as I neared closer to my release. “Daddy!” I yelled out “I-I need to cum!” His thumb came down to circle my clit, his thrusts loosing their smooth finese as pleasure consumed him. “Go ahead, princess. Cum for daddy.” I detonated around him with a scream, milking Calum for all that he was worth. Calum covered my lips with his as he came hard inside me with a raspy, “Fuck, princess!”  

I felt my body go numb at this point, feeling no energy to keep going. “You tired, princess?” Michael asked. “Yes, daddy.” I yawned. “Alright princess, we’ll let you rest now,” Ashton said, picking me up bridal style. I was set down in the bed, covering my body with blankets as my eyes shut.

Inspired Encounter: Kython Hive Mother

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.

Tentacle (x4): 30 HP, 17 AC. Immune: Acid, Cold. Resistant: Fire, Lightning, Piercing and Bludgeoning damage.


  • 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 (see below) emerge.

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.


Large Fiend

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)

Small Fiend

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.

Juvenile Kython (CR 3)

Small Fiend

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)

Medium Fiend

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.
Old Habits Die Hard

A (super super late i’m the worst) prompt from @killbunnyqueen

Thank you so much for your patience! I wrote this halfway through once and then my draft didn’t save, and I’ve never written something like this before, so I took my sweet time trying to get it right.

Summary: At the Space Mall, Lance eats something that doesn’t quite agree with him. Later on, the team realizes that Space Allergies are a thing.

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