Feral Orion Is Great And I Will Die On That Hill

I'm part of a server if you'd be up to joining? Two, actually.

anyone else remember Slugterra?

What even was that ending

2000s kid here, greatest decade to be born in.

Reblog to help forward the cause of science or something, honestly I'm just curious to know how old everyone is.

AI art should not of been a thing in the first place, honestly

"You say you are, but I've no idea of your intentions." Aster replied, slowly removed her blaster from its holster at her hip. Her forest green eyes narrowed as she stepped out into Val's veiw, taking aim with her blaster, finger twitching over the trigger.

"Who sent you?" She sneered, gaze meeting Val head on.

Aster had been running for Force knew how long, hopping from plant to plant any way she could to avid the empire. She'd dis-assembled her saber a long time ago, but had kept the parts should she need to put it back together.

Currently, she was tucked behind an ally, a short term safe haven before she deemed it safe to move again.

Val walked through the market, Val had learned how to blend in and become invisible to anyone looking for a Jedi. That didn’t mean she was wearing camouflage, she still wore her blue and white armor. She wandered through the market and noticed something tugging at her mind and looked down a small dark alley. She turned and stared trying to see what could be back there.

"The Titans were gentle beings, knowing neither fear nor pain. For all their power, it was the Primes who cared for them, guarding their innocent sparks." - Thundercracker, Speaker of Trypticon.

A lil bit of lore below the cut.

In my little continuity, the Primes were indeed Primus's firstborn, but they were made from the suffering of their maker as he fought to survive. The Titans though? They were born to give life, made to spread Primus's gifts to all creation. As such, they are naturally gentle and inherently incapable of violence.

They will not fight back if attacked, nor will they rise to the defense of their citizens (although they will provide weaponry and protection in the form of walls and the like). They cannot even comprehend why one would hurt another outside of the natural order of things. It is to the point where those who care for the remaining Titans have labeled them as having the cognitive capabilities of newbuilds. For all their age and wisdom, Titans are, at their core, the only entities in the universe to maintain a sense of innocence all throughout their lives. They hold no anger, no bitterness, and no grudges. Everything, in their optics, will play out as it should.

As such, the Titans have always had guardians to protect them from a reality that would seek to crush them into dust. During the first age, the Primes filled this role. In the modern era, seekers of Vos have taken on the mantle, guarding and speaking on the behalf of the three remaining Titans on Cybertron.

"Thank you, Val. It's reliving to have it rebuilt. I felt unprotected without it." Aster replied, spinning the blade a few more times before deactivating the saber, clipping it to hang on her belt.

Aster had been running for Force knew how long, hopping from plant to plant any way she could to avid the empire. She'd dis-assembled her saber a long time ago, but had kept the parts should she need to put it back together.

Currently, she was tucked behind an ally, a short term safe haven before she deemed it safe to move again.

Val walked through the market, Val had learned how to blend in and become invisible to anyone looking for a Jedi. That didn’t mean she was wearing camouflage, she still wore her blue and white armor. She wandered through the market and noticed something tugging at her mind and looked down a small dark alley. She turned and stared trying to see what could be back there.

"Let us hope it is." Aster nodded, folding her arms behind her back tightly as she walked down the ramp of the ship. "It is impressive what you have here, really. Could be the start of a new order, one better then the last."

Aster had been running for Force knew how long, hopping from plant to plant any way she could to avid the empire. She'd dis-assembled her saber a long time ago, but had kept the parts should she need to put it back together.

Currently, she was tucked behind an ally, a short term safe haven before she deemed it safe to move again.

Val walked through the market, Val had learned how to blend in and become invisible to anyone looking for a Jedi. That didn’t mean she was wearing camouflage, she still wore her blue and white armor. She wandered through the market and noticed something tugging at her mind and looked down a small dark alley. She turned and stared trying to see what could be back there.

Like my sister's in their reblogs, I started the adult stuff young. First time I got into it was around the time Undertale had come out, so I was on amino at the time, and had joined a neko community out of pure boredom, the first of many. If you know, you know.

I remember the three of us; me, heiress and elentiya had at least two talks with a police officer. It helped a bit, but we kept doing what we had been, and still do to this day.

Our generation was, as my sister said, spies in the most quiet form. The newest one? They will shout to the world what they are doing, and they are. If they're parents won't do anything like ours did, then we should.

Jesus Christ, minors have become so fucking cocky and self-centred recently.

It feels like every time I open up a +18 tag or go into an adult fandom space, there's all these actual kids running around, telling people they're minors.

I could be wanting to read a smut fic and I'll see a bunch of posts with the text "minor writing smut, don't like, DNI" or something like that.

How fucking stupid are you? Genuine question. Are your grades okay? Do you need to talk to the school counselor? Take a common sense test? Because I certainly think so.

Why are you entering and actively taking part in adult spaces and then using the "umm I'm a minor, so if you do or say anything, then I'm the victim and you need to get away from me, you creep" card when you get called out on your bullshit?

These adult spaces are not for you, GET THE FUCK OUT! Go sit in the corner and think about what you've done!

Teens will teen. They'll find adult material one way or another, I am fully aware of that. Hell, I'm guilty of reading smut when I was a teen. But when I did, I never told a soul.

I've had accounts run by minors as young as 13-14 interacting with my NSFW posts. And they're somehow bragging about this. Of course, I block them immediately, but I am shocked at how brazen these kids are, to have the gall to do this and think it's okay because "they're mature enough."

No. You're not. I promise you.

Becoming an adult isn't about reaching some arbitrary number. It's about learning to take responsibility for your actions. So take this advice and GET THE FUCK OUT OF ADULT SPACES! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME!

I don't care how much anon hate you kids send my way to try and get me to kms or deactivate. By all means, give me your best shot. But if you seriously think I am going to just let you do this without realising your actions have consequences, you need to be sent to the psych ward across town.

I agree with all of this, and I'm Aroace

Let's repeat this again

Asexual people can read smut

Asexual people can have sex.

Men can be asexual

Straight people can be asexual.

Aroace people can be all of the above.

Not all Aromantic people are also ace.

You can be sex repulsed and still make sex jokes.

Last reply for tonight)

"Perhaps, then, I could map out the temple? That would be my contribution to the cause, and as a thank you for helping me." Aster suggested.

Aster had been running for Force knew how long, hopping from plant to plant any way she could to avid the empire. She'd dis-assembled her saber a long time ago, but had kept the parts should she need to put it back together.

Currently, she was tucked behind an ally, a short term safe haven before she deemed it safe to move again.

Val walked through the market, Val had learned how to blend in and become invisible to anyone looking for a Jedi. That didn’t mean she was wearing camouflage, she still wore her blue and white armor. She wandered through the market and noticed something tugging at her mind and looked down a small dark alley. She turned and stared trying to see what could be back there.