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I wanted to add a page where they get pulled over by cops but ironically I spent 10 hours driving myself today and I’m falling asleep at my desk kfbshckm anyway here’s a bonus meme:
k but imagine Rocky wanting to learn about how humans became the apex predators of their planet so he has Grace “hunt” him in the biodome as an experiment and during it he thinks Grace isn’t trying or taking it seriously which is bad bad bad because this is for research purposes
only for Rocky to get more and more tired as the experiment goes on just to realize that Grace isn’t which makes him panic so he puts as much distance as he can between them and finds a (hopefully) safe spot to sleep and when he wakes up the human is crouching over him like “got youuu” and Rocky has never shrieked so damn loud before in his life
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you know I couldn’t be a cowboy because I’d be stuck with my partner in the dead cold prairie night and our horses would be tied up and we’d be huddlin around a crudely made fire because it was too far to go back to the ranch and he’d play the sweetest song on his harmonica, the kind that you felt in your bones and your heart and that the hymns had nothin on, and then he’d finish and we’d both lean in a little too close and my hand would be on his bandanna and his whiskey-breath would be hot on my lips and I’d realize that maybe it wasn’t the touch of a woman i’d been hankerin for
phm fic ideas/prompts? based around grace watching eridians sleep (anyone can feel free to write or borrow bits and pieces of any of these lol)
whatever predator caused the need for eridians to watch each other sleep is still very prevalent even in densely populated areas. and it turns out they’re some kind of slow moving, low to the ground stealth predator that takes a lot of intense focus to detect even when in pretty close range. fortunately grace can see them coming from a mile away with some good lights on.
imagine grace gets a proper xenonite atmosphere suit and he puts it on for teaching the pebbles so if any fall asleep (involuntary for eridians) then he can just scoop them up and keep them on his desk for easier watching. when the parents find out they’re thrilled because dang that’s a good watching strategy, easy for the whole class to see!
alternatively a majority of his pebbles fall asleep mid class and he dons his xenonite suit to come in and pile them altogether to watch and just hangs out with the remaining few who’re still awake. makes them feel included and helpful and answers less educational questions and jokes around because they’re too small to actually be effective for watching for predators and he needs to keep them calm. a pile of pebbles are appealing prey and he ends up with a pile of 6 fuckass alien millipedes in the corner.
relating to the last one, one of grace’s pebble students is lost in a crowd and runs to him to be scooped up til their parents are located bc grace is well established to be good at keeping pebbles safe from predators.
grace falls asleep while at adrian and rocky’s whilst they’re hosting an extended family get together of some kind. they are very taken aback when he snaps awake, looks around, grabs a xenonite tool off rocky’s workbench and uses it to kill a predator that had been creeping into the home. then wordlessly stalking the perimeter of the house once or twice in clear hunting motions before putting the wrench down and going back to sleep. (rocky suddenly has an epiphany about why grace had seemed confused by the idea of watching people sleep or being watched while he slept when they met)
I like to think in that last one they find Grace almost intimidating for a moment, being able to not only sense danger in his sleep but also to just get up and deal with it.
And then while they’re all still tense/on alert he just goes right back to sleep and they’re like “of course he’d be dumb enough to let himself relax after that” and things resume as normal.
ooo yes i feel like they would be deeply unsettled by the implications of a species that evolved to snap awake and hunt predators in the middle of a sleep cycle.
and then i feel like grace would have A Time™ trying to explain the difference between watching sleep versus the human method of some watch for predator and then if predator come, wake everyone and use group to drive off or kill predator.
also also the fun tidbit that technically in modern society the only predators grace actually has to worry about trying to kill him in his sleep are other humans.
also this,
some relative of rocky’s: “it can’t be very restful sleep if your organs are all still going the whole time!”
grace (extremely deadpan): “if my organs ever stop going, it means i’m dead.”
Broke: Merlin is a royalist because he is a class traitor boot licker
Woke: Merlin is a royalist because he was raised a peasant in the sixth century and he has the perspective and values typical of that time period on top of his personal experiences with Arthur to give him faith in the enlightened despotism favored by Catherine the Great and Frederick of Prussia.
Bespoke: Merlin is a royalist because anyone who had to live through both the English Civil War and Voltaire's exile to Britain would come out the other side thinking democracy is stupid.
Transcendent: Merlin is not a royalist. He is the divine right of kings in human form. The avatar of Albion and its magic. He does not believe in kings because of Arthur. He believes in Arthur so Arthur gets to be king.
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Cassandra: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO REGRET THIS SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
Odysseus: Regret it why?
Cassandra: You won’t believe me if I tell you. If I prophecy, nobody believes me. That is my curse.
Odysseus: … I’m Nobody. Fill me in.
*A couple of months later*
Odysseus: HELLO PENELOPE, I AM HERE PRECISELY ON TIME AND NOT YEARS LATE incidentally I rescued and adopted a Trojan seer while I was away, she’s great, got me home really fast, Cassandra this is your new mother who’s not going to treat you like shit.
Penelope: … I’m going to need more details, but okay, sure.
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Secretkeeper had her doubts when she saw the egg, silver and glittery under the moonlight.
Maybe it was just an odd large stone, or maybe it was a rainwing egg that had rolled its way out of its nest. By all accounts she's never actually seen a rainwing egg before, but they had to be bright, right? She had scrounged around the area where she remembered leaving her egg in, no dark, sad gray egg to be found. All paths lead to this shiny silver thing being hers unless a predator snatched the real egg up or some dumb rainwing mistook hers for its own.
And her own instincts have been rather sure that it was hers, or it had just decided that any remotely egg shaped thing was something worth looking after. She had thoughts of this being a mistake, sure she wanted her child to stay away from all the brainwashing back at the island and stay even farther away from the constant looming threat of the volcano. But even so at least Secretkeeper would have the insurance of other nightwings, how at the very least the hatchling in some way would be safe from the outside world. There were at least no predators, or any tribes lingering around at the island.
And the child would have other nightwings there to look after them, they could have friends there. They wouldn’t be lonely.
Secretkeeper pondered and pondered as she held the ‘egg’ in her talons, staring down at it as she was weighing her options. Whether or not she should just keep it here or fly back to the volcano with it, tell everyone the truth and admit to all the lies she had told them. Admit that all the times she went to scavenge around the rainforest she’s actually been checking up on her egg.
But today was the day it would hatch. It wouldn’t be safe to fly around with an egg about to burst open at any second. But it also wouldn’t be safe to leave a little hatchling to be out on their own in a dangerous forest with beasts and other tribe dragons. Especially those little scavengers wrangling about. But they also would be fed all the time with all the little animals and fruit just lying around. They wouldn’t have to constantly worry about a volcano exploding at any second, they wouldn’t have to breathe in smoke for their entire lives. And if they hid well enough they wouldn’t have to worry about any animals snatching them.
The rainforest was far colder and likely more dangerous than the volcano but at least there were ways to work around the danger, there was lava everywhere at the island, and the threat of eruption was constant.
Secretkeeper’s thoughts had been interrupted as she felt the egg move in her talons, cracks forming as slowly but surely the shell split apart. She stared at it, wide eyed and filled with wonder. She’s been to hatchings before, but this one. This was hers.
As it continued to shake and break apart, chirps came out from it. Quiet, small little noises. As the shell continued to crack all around, the little hatchling inside fighting their way out. Secretkeeper continued to stare as the egg hatched in her talons, the cracks continuing to form around the side of the egg.
Until eventually, a little hatchling made its- her way out.
Secretkeeper has seen hatchlings before. They were always the color of rock or smoke, sometimes even lava. Various shades of gray with some red here and there. But out of all those hatchlings, out of all the dragonets of the tribe. She can't think of one that’s had even a single star on them.
Her little hatchling, dark scaled and round, tiny little wings that would flap in earnest as she squeaked up at Secretkeeper. Even with how dark her scales were they had swirls of color in them, most noticeably hues of greens and blues, not unlike a galaxy. Actually, as Secretkeeper glances up at the sky and back down at her hatchling, they looked quite alike. It was as if a piece of the night sky had fallen down.
And the stars, she harbored so many of them. Little specks of silver all across her body. With as much as she’s seen and known, stars were only present on nightwings who’ve ventured outside of the volcano frequently like the ones tasked with surveying the rainforest. But even then, none of them ever had this many. The stars they had were always sparse, few to the point where they would be easy to count in quick succession.
But her little one had so many, a freshly hatched dragonet with so many stars, it was almost mesmerizing to look at. A little galaxy in her talons.