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Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

tf did they put in these tonics

"She pours it all into the dance, every moment of sexual tension she’s been desperately trying to hold back, letting her desire stretch and be matched and stoked by Kara’s. And it is matched – she can feel Kara’s longing enveloping her, caressing her like a physical touch with every severe beat they hit together."

From @jazzfordshire dancing with the stars AU

Ok, so I've been working on that one since ch7 was released, so almost 4 months now? Who knows, time is a weird soup. I originally wanted to do the dip at the end, but then I saw that and knew I had to make it supercorp.

For this sexy dance, I have exactly 69 frames of animation (a very happy coincidence), so with colour layer and highlights, it came about to 207 of individual drawn frames (not including editing). So it took me a bit longer than I thought it would, but totally worth it ;)

Thank you Jazz for this blessing of a fic!

죄송하다

we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)

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Zoey—normal college student, doesn’t believe in demons, does believe in Bigfoot, mixed on aliens—gets kidnapped by a cult. This is, as one might expect, distressing. Traumatizing even

The ancient evil’s nostrils flare. Great sign! Pissing off ancient evils is such a smart move right after getting kidnapped by cultists. 

“She doesn't need another ass kicking, please?” Zoey tries. “O ancient and evil one?”

The ancient evil frowns, ridged brow creasing deeply. Unfortunately it's a sexy look on her. “I'm twenty three,” says the ancient evil. 

Zoey bursts out laughing. 

The young evil’s frown deepens. 

“Sorry, sorry! And you look great, by the way. Genuinely. Who knew hot young evil beings in your area were just waiting under ancient stone slabs for their morning blood sacrifices? Not me! Sorry again.”

“I do not require a blood sacrifice,” the evil says gravely.

“Oh, great! That's great news. For me. And for this girl, who was just trying to help me, by the way, and got kicked all the way to hell for it. You can probably tell, right, you were just there. So you don't mind if we just, um, go, right? Since you're not gagging for our blood and all?”

The young morally ambiguous being's face smooths out. Is that good?? Is that bad?? Zoey sure as fuck doesn't know. 

But, hey, if she’s only lived twenty three-years, then who is Zoey to judge?

It’s a long walk out of the caverns, and an awkward hold (though the being is clearly trying her best, she’s only got two arms. But whenever Zoey points out that she’s only a little woozy and could totally walk, she and pink girl both give Zoey matching looks of disapproval).

Eventually, as there start to be more cool, fresh breezes, Zoey asks, “Do you have a phone? They took mine.”

Pink girl blinks at her in a mildly disbelieving fashion. Her jaw has swollen so badly it would almost be comical, if Zoey could just stop, y’know, seeing how it happened burned into her eyelids every time she blinked.

“Well, guess that’s a no on calling 119 for you.” Zoey sighs, and flops down a little in the being’s arm. She has a very muscular back.

“What is a phone?” the being asks.

Definitely older than twenty-three, Zoey thinks, and bursts into helpless, hysterical giggling.

And, oh! That’s a cavern mouth! That’s moving around! Zoey’s head spins like she’s on a carnival ride as she is gently set down against a tree, and she nearly leans over to puke.

“I would fashion one for you, were I able,” the being offers, all solemn and concerned and so stupidly cute.

Pink girl makes a helpless little sound of her own, like she too just wants to coo over her—or maybe laugh at her, and then groans in pain, clutching at her injuries.

“It’s—“ Zoey snickers. “I’m sorry, this is mean—um, no, it’s a pretty intricate technology. You use it to speak to people over distances and, uh, 119 is the designated number for medical emergencies. You use it to call someone to come get you.”

The being blinks, eyebrows raising. “Anyone can use this… number?”

“Anyone with a phone,” Zoey agrees, hoping the being doesn’t think this is a magic thing and start making the night freaky and life endangering again. Which. She’s been very nice, really, and so it feels kind of mean to be suspicious of her, but that kind of thing gets into a girl’s head, you know?

And the being’s face softens underneath all those inked and/or burned insignias (worrying! Zoey notes distantly), filled by something like wonder. “And a phone is a common possession?”

“…Yeah?” Zoey says, not sure where this is going. She looks over at pink girl, who sort of kind of shrugs with an affirmative-sounding groan.

And then another groan-sounding one.

“Then I shall go find a passerby and tell them my companions are badly injured,” the being declares, and disappears into the night before Zoey can do much as blink.

She rolls her head over to look at pink girl. “Shit.”

Pink girl looks back at her in tired agreement.

The constellations she used to drag her claw across, drawing imaginary connecting lines, are...gone, stars shifted out of place into new configurations whose meanings are lost on her. And the trees of the mountainside...they should not be this thick or tall.

How did that happen? She was only sealed for, what, a decade? Two? Surely no more than a century...

Sounds- human sounds- put a pause on her musings. A whole crowd, it seems, singing loudly to music that bounces through the night. She springs across the ground, head bobbing in time.

She always did love music.

But...there's not a crowd when she bursts on the clearing; just two people, a campfire burning before them with some sort of...magic slab (?) between them, small and glowing and-

She tilts her head to a side. Huh. The music seems to be coming from it. Sorcery?

One of the men says something, taps the slab, and the song and singers change.

Yes, this is very much sorcery.

Which is good. The 'phone' the girls said they need very much sounds like sorcery, and these men should be well-equipped to provide.

"Greetings." The sorcerers scream as she steps into the clearing and bows solemnly. Typically, she'd use more pleasantries when addressing sorcerers, but time was of the essence.

The sorcerers blink, silent, staring. That is good. Quiet means listening.

"I have recently been freed from my stone imprisonment by a group with wicked intentions. Amidst their numbers was a pair of girls who were innocent in their deeds and whom I spared from slaughter. They were injured, however, and need a physician's prowess. They have informed me that a 'phone' can be used to acquire this, and this is the request I come to you with."

The sorcerers blinked again. They don't move. They don't offer a phone.

Maybe they are slow... "I need your assistance."

"No kidding..." One of the sorcerers mutters.

The other one, a short, round, friendly-looking man, carefully steps closer. His eye seems drawn to her markings. "So...you say you were...imprisoned?"

Very slow sorcerers. But she is patient. "Yes."

"And freed by an evil cult?"

A little less patient. "Yes."

"Does this happen...often?"

"Of course not!" She snaps, having no patience for stupid questions. "Do you really think I'd be foolish enough to get trapped by the same cult twice?"

He nods. "And...do you know what today's date is?"

She rolls her eyes and folds her arms. "I have been imprisoned."

He nods and grabs the magic slab. "Ooooookay then. I'm calling 119."

She is in immense and unrelenting pain. She knew with complete conviction that she was going to die, twice. She almost watched another person be murdered. She caught shit from her dad and then watched him eat pavement so hard it knocked his teeth out. She got carried by a literal demon from hell, probably. 

She’s holding a cute girl’s hand.

“Hey,” says the cute girl. Her hand is warm. Fingernails chewed down to the quick. She squeezes. “Can you give me one for yes, two for no: are you doing okay?”

Mira does her absolute best not to laugh, because that shit hurts. 

‘I’ve had worse,’ she wants to say, but she can’t say shit, and also it would be a huge fucking lie. This is definitely worse than her nose being broken, or her rib, or her arm that one time. At least then she could have still cursed the bastard out.

In the spirit of honesty, she squeezes twice.

“No fucking kidding!” the girl shouts. She rattles Mira’s arm in her grip. “I can’t believe they did that to you! I wanted to rip my eyeballs out! I wanted to rip their eyeballs out!”

Mira wants to laugh soooo bad. She huffs a breath out of her nose in compromise.

The girl is still shaking Mira’s hand around in sheer uncontainable outrage. It’s kinda gratifying. “At least the hot young evil—I mean—you know who I’m talking about. At least she really rang their bells, huh? I was too terrified out of my gourd to enjoy it though. Did you enjoy it, at least?”

Did she? Mira takes a moment to think about it. That was her entire family in there, getting thrashed around by a big spiky hurricane of a woman. She would be lying if she said a scene to that effect had never featured in her childhood fantasies. But she also isn’t sure it would be truthful to say the reality was pleasurable.

“Sorry. Forget I asked,” says the girl. “Fuck! You don’t even know me. Sorry, sorry. Zoey, by the way.”

Regretfully, Mira lets go of Zoey’s hand so can grab her other one and hold her palm open. Across it, she slowly spells out her own name with a finger.

“Mira,” Zoey murmurs. “Nice to meet you, Mira. Sorry about your family. Or, congratulations.”

She looks at the woman who is not a sacrifice, and she says, “You will need to get on my back.”

Honestly, Bobby is not quite sure how to answer this question. At first, he was pretty sure they were about to get mugged, or worse, but then the young woman(? Yes, young woman! Why the hesitation?) started talking and the impression faded quickly.

She didn't seem in distress, but she did speak about very disturbing things. She talked about injured companions, imprisonment, an evil cult for some reason and her apparently "slaughtering" them? Bobby didn't think to check her knuckles to see if they were injured. To be fair, he was a bit distracted by the markings on her skin that he very much hoped were tattoos.

"Hi, uh, hello yes, I'm Bobby Jeong and uh… So, we were camping when this girl…"

He's in the process of answering that no, the woman didn't look inebriated or drugged in any capacity when Ji-hoon starts shaking his arm with an alarmed look on his face. He pulls the phone a bit from his ear to listen and…

Stomping.

Rapidly approaching stomping.

VERY rapidly approaching stomping.

The girl suddenly bursts into the clearing and LANDS in the middle, stopping abruptly. Bobby is not too proud to admit that he screamed a little.

"We have reached our destination. You may descend now."

The girl clinging at her back chuckles breathlessly before releasing her death grip and landing on legs more trembling than a newborn fawn. She seems shaken, but not outwardly hurt. The one in her arms, however— Holy shit.

This was supposed to be a nice, relaxing camping trip with his coworker-crush-maybe-boyfriend-but-they-haven't-really-talked-about-it-yet! They were supposed to listen to music, roast marshmallow around the campfire, bitch about the terrible management at their job, look at the stars, and maybe get intimate.

But now, Bobby has three young women in need of assistance in front of him, and nothing will stop him from helping.

Just based on the next few things he says.

Mira doesn’t really care either way, as long as she doesn’t die, but the guy who isn’t on the phone still puts out their fire and starts packing.

And the hurricane in humanoid form just keeps holding Mira. Like it’s effortless.

She’s gentle about it, perfectly still. Not at all like something restrained, something contained. Just like she could do this forever.

There are a couple of dark, tacky speckles in the rock dust on her face. Mira doesn’t know whose blood it is, but she knows the entire range of possibilities.

Someone wanted to put this woman down, though, and it can’t just be the strong and fast part—Mira doesn’t exactly recognize all of the ink on her, but she recognizes enough to know that it’s a more intense binding ritual than any of the ones her mom ever used to keep her locked in her bedroom. It’s some demigod-level shit.

“—Mira.”

The sound of her own name makes her tune back into reality.

“I don’t know her family name, though, and she can’t really talk, so…” Zoey shrugs, laughing awkwardly. “Couldn’t really tell you about Superwoman over there either.”

The hurricane does not seem to understand the way all of them turn to stare at her. Mira uses her foot to lightly tap her in the ribs.

“Oh!” she says, and almost makes to bow, before remembering that she’s holding Mira and, thank God, not doing that. “I am Rumi.”

Heres some more Project Hail Mary comics, just for fun!

Its a long way to Erid so like they got alot of time to do whatever, i think theyd have to talk about pokemon at SOME point at least! XD

The dance ends in a unique dip, Lena hovering near the floor and Kara holding her whole weight up by one arm, and in the few crackling, heart-stopping moments before the cheers explode into her eardrums Lena becomes aware that her body has reacted in the most inconvenient possible way.

— from ‘i want something just like this’ by @jazzfordshire

fic rec fic rec!

It's the very romantic and fun and spicy 'Will you accept this Rose?' by @erros429! They have so many good fics including an amazing Hollywoodtrix ongoing new one! go check em all out and send them praise!