what
kinds of body decoration do your rtts aliens do? like, are there alien
versions of/analogues to tattoos, hair dye, nail polish, pierced
jewelry, face paint, etc.?
OH BOY do I have a lot of stuff for this topic! For reference the main posts for centaurs, avians, and bug ferrets are here. Scud body decoration not included in this post because they are my most recent Runaway to the Stars race and I don’t have as many juicy cultural details for them.
More info under the cut.
Centaurs come from a planet fairly similar to Earth, and their biology is convergent with Earth’s in many ways. Their evolutionary ancestors were savanna pack predators who used ambush and speed to hunt prey. Modern centaurs emerged when they started to use tools like spears to help with hunting. Centaurs are obligate carnivores but they supplement their diet with grain, starchy tubers, and small amounts of roughage and vegetation. Much like humans, they have a two-sex reproductive system where the individuals with the larger gametes give birth to live young.
They are very vocally talented. With their trunk they can produce a wide range of pitches and consonants, while with the muscular tissue near their breathing outtake they can make subsonic booming noises. The booming is mostly inaudible to humans and avians, but ferrets can detect the low-frequency vibrations through their numerous whiskers. There are a variety of simple subsonic languages collectively called ‘boom-speak’ that are traditionally used as contact calls over long distances.
Most centaur cultures are matriarchal, with family groups of about 20-30 living together in a small village of interconnected houses. These clans are run by the oldest females of the family, and younger females are often expected to stay in the same clan their whole life. Males are often expected to marry outside of the clan, and although they will usually join a new group for one or more specific mates within it, the ‘marriage’ for most cultures is between the new member and the entire family. Despite this, many individuals may never mate to reproduce, and instead help care for their family members’ children.
The centaurs were discovered by a ferret planetary exploration vessel, but they weren’t a spacefaring race when they were found– they were barely starting to use electricity and radio. The Interspecies Summit (a council including humans, avians, and ferrets) met on the matter and it was agreed that the centaurs should be left alone until they were capable of space flight. Unfortunately, this policy proved impossible to enforce, and human and avian ships began visiting the centaur homeworld to trade technology and resources for centaur laborers. Today, most centaurs in space work as manual labor under human and avian companies, or they run pirate vessels.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron/Ratchet Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Valve and Aft Port, Tribbing, Sex Toys, Sex Pollen, Aphrodisiacs, Mildly Dubious Consent, alcohol use, Semi-Public Sex Summary:
It wasn’t supposed to happen the first two times, but when Megatron showed up on Ratchet’s doorstep suffering from the same aphrodisiac as Ratchet himself, well, what would one more romp hurt?
a/n: Oh ho ho! And here’s my first fully finished commission from the list. This absolute joy to write is for the wonderfully talented @uglynicc and I had such a blast writing it that I went wayyy over budget and do not regret a single word.
So I get asked every other day about dildos. Mostly about @baddragontoys in particular, and usually I’ll
recommend a firmness, model or size, but I rarely ever inform people that there are alternatives.
While I admire BD for kickstarting the fantasy dildo revolution, I find them genuinely difficult to
recommend sometimes,
due to the direction the company is taking, some less than ethical business practices, and obviously, the price!
Due to the growing popularity of fantasy dildos, a number of indie outfits have popped up creating toys of comparable quality at a substantially lower price. From animal based toys from the likes of @twintailtoys, to nautical themed dicks by @tailsnportholes. Whatever you desire, there is something for everyone!
But a question you may have is “Why do you own so many Bad-Dragon toys if there are alternatives?”. Good question! Since these indie outfits operate at a much smaller scale, they often don’t have the capacity to make toys in the larger sizes I desire. It’s as simple as that.
So there you go folks! Next time you’re thinking about grabbing a new toy, just remember that there are alternatives, and the few listed above are just a selection of those available!
I’m real bad at distinguishing voices, so I’ll probably leave selecting actual voice actors to others when I think about it. I generally don’t know a character’s voice, so much as a vague idea of what their voice might sound like.
This gets especially complicated in TF: Matrix because when Cybertronians are speaking to each other, they don’t use english or any human languages, they use Cybertronian.
So half the time the actual voice actor is going to be buried under, well, this:
And then there’s a lot of different kinds of sounds they make, too, so half the time Starscream’s also like- whistling, or very literally screeching and making like…teakettle noises.
They make a lot of grumbly rumbly sounds and screeching and roars, too. Cybertronians are noisy!
Listen, Optimus Prime yelling is scary.
Optimus Prime’s natural, default state of electronic dinosaur roar is a million times scarier.
anon wanted to know about this gal so here’s her blurb from the zine i’m working on :
She gives them a pretty good head start all things
considered. This part of the woods was perfect for running, nice full moon,
well-kept paths. Should be no problem steering them back to the cabin. It was a
standard night. Rowdy idiots come down for a weekend at a deserted cabin, find
disturbing journal written by an unknown author, disobeys its rules for kicks.
The usual. The blond lady trips on what has to be the only rock on the entire
20 mile trail and the man, a hiker they met at the lake, pushes her ahead and
tells her to run. When they reach the cabin door she’s the last one in and but
not the only one to hear the wet impact of crushed meat behind her. The creature
has a huge twisted hand sunk into the hiker’s chest, dragging him into the
trees as he gurgles and twitches on the forest floor. She looks into his wide
glassy eyes one last time and bolts inside, locking the door behind her.
Minutes later Cynthia watched the pandemonium unfold
from her laptop screen on the only good wifi spot for miles. She took another
wet nap and wiped blood off the touchpad. George sat nearby, rinsing out his
chest cavity with a bottle of water. She watched as the terrified group cobbled
together weapons and barricaded doors. George shook the water off of his right
lung and looked over her shoulder.
“They hunkering down Cyn?”
“Yeah,” she took another sip of coffee “looks like
they’re gonna wait it out till morning. Probably for the best by the state of
all those beer cans left at the lake. I’ll call the station and have them
picked up. We spooked ‘em pretty good.” That was an understatement. At least 3
of them had pissed themselves. A personal best.
George sank into the chair beside her. “Serves ‘em
right. Littering, setting off fireworks in one of the driest seasons we’ve had
in years. Fuck ‘em.”
Cynthia pulled her ranger jacket on and poured
another cup of coffee. They had been warned. Said it right there in the
book. She handed the mug to George and
started in on a pack of oreos.
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