House Rules

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

The Chase

@twobucksworld I hope this is more of what you wanted! I made sure to write more since I misinterpreted what you had originally wanted. This ~ means a POV switch, as I couldn't help but want to write in both the perspectives. The human male is a soldier stationed on a planet similar to earth and he wanders into a females territory. I hope you enjoy! CW: Fear, Blood, Percieved death, being chased, the wrestling move ‘Stinkface’.

The Yautja, though bipedal, was an expert on all fours. Should it need to run it just lowered its forepaws to the dirt and sprang away as fast as any wolf in the darkness. This was one of those times, accelerating on all fours toward a human foolish enough to be wandering by moonlight in her territory. She stops abruptly, her clawed foot scrapes over the jagged edge of a small cliff. With lungs full of this humid air her salty breath creates clouds of vortexes; while her head moves side to side to assess her territory. One would think she hasn't the brain for reason, but instead, simply a primal sense of rage twined with an indomitable will to survive. They wouldn’t be all wrong at least. Then she spots him, the rigged stature of the human male, a soldier of the Earth’s military with no weapon in sight- far to easy to be a real threat but an annoyance nonetheless. 

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Through the darkness came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the boulder it stood on. They moved with a slight sway as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The soldier stopped. The eyes did not, with rapid acceleration and a more bounding motion they came right for him. A string of curses unraveled from his tongue, like yarn unfurling, as the creature advanced. Every step it took rattled his bones and struck his heart. He tried to dodge a swing from its massive claws, but it struck his side and he tumbled into the dirt. All he could do was feel. Feel the cold ground pressed against his form, the heat from the pain, and the rhythm of his heart like a drum crescendoing down to a languid thump. The things nascent roar fills the space between my ears and speaks straight to my own primal center. Despite the ambient temperature, my skin is icy, all blood diverted to core organs.

That's when the adrenaline hits such a fever pitch that “freeze” isn't going to cut it anymore. Apparently “flight” is the new order of the day, but not slowly like a conscious choice. My legs explode into violent motion. The kick against the dirt and my fingers with dull claws scrabbling for purchase into the soil before I swivel onto my stomach and launch myself forward. My brain, barely registering what just attacked us, belatedly relays all information on the beast that attacked and I stumble on the words echoing through my mind. A Yautja. ~ She relished in the way the male scampered, ever amused by the show of dominance humans tried to give off while they were nothing more then sucklings just learning to crawl. This human, however, seemed inexperienced in even that and she could feel the amused chuckle leave her mandibles as she watched him disappear. She had laid her first strike, like feline playing with her prey she stood straight, keen eyes watching in the darkness as he disappears with a limp. The prey would be allowed to run if only to give him that hope of safety- this was just a game to her. She was no hunter by want or need, females of her kind never needed to prove themselves like the males. She would then descend to all fours, before bounding off after him, her own pounding heart echoing the thrill of the chase. She wondered for a moment what it felt like to be hunted by something like herself but made a click deep in her throat- she realized she didn’t care how he felt. He was in her territory, she would teach him a lesson all Yautja learn at a young age- do not enter a female’s territory unless you wish death. ‘The chase is only sport for me but means everything to you. For me, taking your life is just a small part of a wider game. I know you have been told that victory is assured for your side, it is, of course, a lie to bring hope where there should be none. You are in a dark cave being granted the illusion of light, no more. There is no spark of hope, there is no rescue coming, it's just me and you little rabbit. So run, let your whitetail bob high as you scurry to save your own skin. You aren't a hero, you are nothing, less than a cold raindrop on a scorching desert. What you bring will evaporate into the sky leaving the landscape unchanged, barren and desolate, a playground for my delight alone.’

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He hides, quaking and sweating with fear as the footfalls tapper off into soft little pats on the ground. In the tall grass, pressed against the base of a tree with nothing but his weeping side; he wished to be anywhere else. In boot camp, demoted from his rank, which was clearly wrongfully given, and yelled at for his incompetence. He had seen the signs, the skulls, he should have known- but he half expected the tells of Yautja to be just that, tells. To be fiction spread around like campfire horror stories to new recruits to scare them into not sneaking off. But the shifting of branches above him with the accents of clicking had his heart stuttering in his chest. 

He would not suffer himself to look up, perhaps if he denied the thing any acknowledgment it would kill him quickly. It doesn’t. It drops before him, all rippling muscle and extended claws. It wore no armor, simple furs and beads- this one wore added fur on its chest and he realized it must be a female. A scientist once said they were more aggressive but rarely hunted- he must be lucky. She crouched down, far taller than any human he had ever seen, far taller than the pathetic 8 feet he thought her to be. Her head tilts and he swears she is speaking- he can’t clearly hear what language she speaks in over the sound of his own heartbeat and ragged breaths mixing into a funeral march in his mind. His eyes follow as she straightens, clenching her clawed hands to fists and he thinks she is readying a punch. ~ She watches him as he regards her with the horror all whelps experience when they first meet an angered female. She finds it amusing, humans truly are whelps compared to her species- it would be dishonorable to kill him while he did not even try to defend himself. But she never allowed anything to get away without punishment, without showing her complete dominance over others. She had claimed this forested part as her own and she knew how to disgrace any who she deemed unworthy of honorable death. She stalks forward, grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling a knife from her thigh. She gave an amused chuckle as he scrambled to push her away, now he fought. How pathetic. She slams the knife into the tree, catching his clothes and pinning him to the spot. She stepped back, releasing him and watching his declawed hands paw at the knife, knees slightly bent and he stared with wide-eyed horror up at her. She throws her head up, eyes still locked on his form before moving closer again. She then turns herself, pressing her ass to his face. For Yautja, to be shown this treatment was disgraceful and by the way, the male gave an anguished cry for mercy and he tried to claw at her hips, she knew her punishment was received. She stayed like that a moment longer before moving away, clicking as she turned back to him. Tears glistened his face as he gasped, body trembling like the whelp he was. She ripped her knife from the tree and he fell to the ground with a thud, slinking down back into the roots and earth to try and appear submissive. An annoyed click left her as she slides her knife back in its place, her back turned to him again. His cry as she did so had her chuckling, her hand moving in a flick motion to tell him to leave, he is of little importance to her. She then descended back to all fours, bounding forward through the tall grass soundlessly. She could feel herself purring, the omega having ignited something more carnal in her and she knew she would be visiting him again, if only to humiliate him further. ~

As he watched her disappear without a sound he realized she had been toying with him, allowing him to hear her to heighten his fear. He sobs, collapsing down into the soil and trying to regain himself as he fumbled for anything to defend himself. He had left camp for a smoke and piss, his pants soiled with his fear and his face burning in shame. He was close to camp again, he could hear the yells of his teammates and called back, using the tree to help him stand as he waved to their flashlights.

I drew Mordin and my Shepard! Took me 2 days to draw and color this uwu I'm so proud of myself QwQ

This Shepard is Non-binary masc, and aroace! UwU

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Reblog for good luck if you saw purple!!!

Original post here 

Heyo! Life update!

I'm not dead! I've just got a new job with new hrs and I work 7 days a week as a live in nurse. What free time I have is normally spent vegging out and sleeping. I have my original fanfics nearly done and my request nearly done writing tho! So, I know I say this a lot, but sh*t will get done and it will be amazing cause even if I procrastinate like a MF my work are always spectacular so the wait was worth it! 💜💜💜💜💜

I do have a favor to ask tho to anyone who sees my content, please share it! Even if it's a link to my content sent to a different app to a person/group you might think will enjoy it. Likes are great and I adore getting them, but sharing would be even more helpful cause it gets my stuff out there. Also commenting on my content or sensing me things in anon just to talk to me(you don't even have to say anything amazing, just Hi is fine!💜)

So I’m getting kind of tired of seeing y’all mocking this man’s lovely Japanese name just because his writing isn’t progressive enough for you… it’s strange, you get mad that he isn’t treating female characters with enough respect, so you decide to purposefully twist his name into an insult as if you don’t all preach POC acceptance and insisting people with odd sounding Asian names should be allowed to use them without getting ridiculed…. hypocrites much?

Request received!

@twobucksworld I just got your request! I'll be working on it starting after dinner! 😊

Let me tell you something about Pitch Black.

Okay, there’s just one thing I need to get out of my system.

So practically 60% of the ROTG Fandom consists on hating Pitch, the antagonist. Most of those 60% of people are BlackIce/Cavity etc. shippers. A lot of the people in that percentage have it in their minds that Pitch would be a violent and abusive lover.

May I just take a moment of your time to go against this statement?

Firstly, let me tell you something that most fail to notice about Pitch. If he finds something that he loves, he will cherish that item/person more than anything – because for Pitch’s heart to be moved, it’s going to take something very goddamn special, because he is dark. Let me also remind you that he once had a daughter and loving wife, true he might have held a different form, but that little spark of Kozmotis that still lingers in him hasn’t been extinguished. Personally, I don’t have a father, but there is one thing I know about them. If they love their daughters, they will do pretty much anything to guarantee she is safe. Even if it means giving their own lives. They would also do the same thing for someone they loved.

Pitch isn’t the type of person to just go around dating anyone he fancies, because he is insecure. He doesn’t like to open up about his feelings, and thinks that if he does open up, it’s just going to get thrown back in his face – much like what happened with Jack at Antarctica. When he tried to get through to him that he understood how it felt to be invisible, and to feel out of place, Jack rejected him. He didn’t even show any sympathy for him, and just told him to leave him alone. In my opinion, if Jack had been a little more considerate, none of the aftermath would have happened (Jack’s staff being broken etc.). Jack could have convinced Pitch to stop, because he had his defences down. Pitch made himself vulnerable because he wanted someone to be with him, because he didn’t want to be alone anymore and he felt the only way of convincing him was to take down the wall he’d built around himself. Pitch may have been trying to manipulate Jack, but he was also trying to gain his trust. And Jack walked away. That would have hurt him.

Pitch isn’t invincible, he feels things too.

Let’s take this into account. If Pitch fell in love with someone, he wouldn’t take advantage of their feelings, because he wouldn’t want them to feel rejected, like he felt. Pitch would be a caring person to whoever he fell in love with, regardless the gender, and would always be willing to listen to them if they needed someone to talk to. You know why? Because that’s what he wants. Pitch has been alone for a long time, even someone as strong and dependant as he is has to want to talk to someone about whatever he’s got bottled up inside him.

Pitch isn’t incapable of loving something, he just doesn’t know how to. Just because he has been known to use violence in his plans, doesn’t necessarily mean he would abuse his lover. For example, Pitch has been alone and not believed in for a long time, as I said before, and if you’re alone and hated for that amount of time, you would start to get desperate. When the Fearlings had full grip on him when he first got turned, that was when he was at his most violent. He destroyed stars and planets, killed people and even turned some children into Fearlings.

As far as I’m aware, he didn’t do anything this violent after he escaped his imprisonment within the cave with Night Light. Correct me if I’m wrong. However, the violence he uses in the movie, is just actions of blind rage. Pitch was stuck hiding under beds whilst all of his enemies were loved and believed in, whereas he had to go through life listening to parents telling their children that he wasn’t real. It can easily make a person go mad. If Pitch was ever violent towards his lover, it would either be a moment of madness when in an argument, if the other said something very hurtful or it was someone he didn’t truly love.

I know most people would have stopped reading by now, but I felt the need to just express my opinion on how some people are portraying Pitch’s character. Don’t think I’m just saying this because Pitch is my favourite character, and I feel the need to stick up for him – because I totally agree that things Pitch has done in the past are wrong and unforgivable. But I just wanted to get my point across that Pitch isn’t a completely heartless being. He has a heart, he has feelings, and he has emotions.

Do not think he hasn’t just because of mistakes he’s made in the past.

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